Xie Xing stood there like a wooden man. Hearing Jiang Xueqing's words just now was undoubtedly a heavy blow to him. Xie Xing was helpless and helpless. Jiang Xueqing could never be controlled by himself. She was too opinionated.
, and a woman with too much attitude. From the time he came into contact with her to now, the Jiang Xueqing he knew was a capricious woman. She could be gentle and considerate to you at one moment, making you feel her meticulous care; and send you to hell in the next moment.
Let you experience the power of ice that will not melt for thousands of years.
Under such a world of ice and fire, Xie Xing gradually lost himself, and gradually became inseparable from Jiang Xueqing, becoming an invincible weapon in Jiang Xueqing's hands.
After breaking away from a top organization, I originally thought that I would become an erratic prodigal, but I didn't expect that I would eventually be ensnared by a woman and become a thousand-mile horse, and the other end of the rope was firmly controlled by Jiang Xueqing.
in hand.
Xie Xing gritted his teeth. After Jiang Xueqing had a cold war with him for three consecutive days, Xie Xing secretly warned himself to leave, stay away from this place of right and wrong, and stay away from this woman he couldn't control. Even though he had paid so much for her,
Even the cost of an arm.
It is true that a hero has a hard time being a beauty. No matter how awesome Xie Xing was, he could never hold his head up in front of Jiang Xueqing. It is said that a hero's waist is straight, but once he meets Jiang Xueqing,
The woman he likes is bent. A hero is sad about a beauty, and a beauty often makes a hero burst into tears. It was already half a month later that Xie Xing decided to leave. During this half-month period, Jiang Xueqing almost expressed her gratitude to Xie Xing.
Xing ignored it and concentrated on planning a crazy raid on the city of Voltaire in Afghanistan.
The night is cold, especially in this desert night, which is even more desolate. The ground is covered with flying sand and rolling stones, which makes people want to collapse. A black figure stands in the flying sand, and the wind and dust seem to be coming.
Covering his figure, the cold moonlight shone on the earth, but no light could be seen. The flying sand in the sky had covered up the white light.
The black figure stood in the wind and sand, and the wind blew his left sleeve fluttering. It was like Yang Guo in The Legend of the Condor Heroes, with a broken arm and a cigarette, holding a cigarette dotted with stars in his right hand.
As if the wind never blows and the rain never quenches it. He stood there with a satchel on his right shoulder, which contained a change of clothes and some weapons that he carried with him. That was his only companion.
, only these people will not neglect themselves every day, only these people will not think about using themselves all day long.
"Let's go!"
Same. Xie Xing finally took steps and walked towards the depths of the desert. Outside the city of Samarra, Xie Xing walked out step by step. The night was dark, with only the moonlight for company.
Rumble…
Suddenly, two beams of light shone from behind, and a high-power jeep rushed towards Xie Xing with bursts of billowing dust.
