The gently raised tone and lazy voice seemed familiar for a moment, but Ruan Yan couldn't find the corresponding identity in his mind.
He paused for a moment, then turned back calmly.
An equally familiar figure came into view.
The rain has begun to clear, and the haze on the sky has dispersed. Among the warm yellow clouds, wisps of sunlight are slanting down, just falling on that figure. The tall and slender figure, wearing the camouflage combat uniform, is very handsome and soft.
The warm sunshine shines on that small and delicate face, and even if it is painted with camouflage, it is difficult to hide the beauty. The outline of the eyebrows is blurred by the light, and the expression is high-spirited, and the eyebrows are smiling, with a teasing and playful attitude.
This person appeared one meter behind him at some unknown time.
She put one hand in her trouser pocket, her eyelids were slightly drooped, and she looked at herself with a slight smile.
"Who are you?"
Ruan Yan raised his eyes, his voice was cool, and his tone was mixed with doubts.
Mo Shangyun looked at the young man in front of him who was wearing a combat uniform and looked exactly the same as in his memory, and he immediately became happy.
With picturesque features and handsome features, a cold and distant temperament, and elegant and calm gestures, he definitely looks like a noble man after taking off his military uniform.
I saw him sitting cross-legged on the ground. There was a paper map on the ground in front of him, with many ambush marks made in red pen. He had a GPS device and a notebook at hand.
Mo Shangyun took a step forward unhurriedly and moved his left hand down to touch his shoulder. Ruan Yan realized something was wrong and subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but it was already too late.
His fingers moved slightly, and an unsheathed saber suddenly fell into his hand. The weak sunlight hit the chrome-plated saber, but no light was refracted, only a chill.
Holding the handle of the knife with his backhand, Mo Shangyun placed his hand two centimeters in front of Ruan Yan's shoulder, close to his chin, while the blade was close to Ruan Yan's neck. The coldness of the cold saber spread, allowing people to clearly feel it.
to its existence.
Ruan Yan paused, and then made the wisest choice - to give up resistance.
"I remember you." Ruan Yan looked calmly, looking directly at the rays of sunlight falling in front of him, and said word by word, "Feng Fan's blind date."
Feng Fan’s blind date?
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows.
Her performance as a special instructor was not as memorable as Feng Fan's blind date?
"oh?"
Mo Shangyun's tone rose, as if he was speaking playfully.
Ruan Yan's eyes flashed.
He remembered.
The special instructor of X-Force half a year ago, this female officer with a knife in her hand, is one of them.
Code name: Queen.
It is said that Ye Qianxiao often contacted her later.
It is said that she became Feng Fan's blind date.
It was said that Feng Fan's father was very satisfied with her and it spread widely...
After that mission, when I went back with Ye Qianxiao, I heard Ye Qianxiao mention her and give him advice——
"If you encounter a head-to-head confrontation in the future, give in as soon as possible, so as not to go back with injuries and look ugly."
Ruan Yan always makes the right choice when he has to fight to the death.
"Queen?" Ruan Yan said.
"Mo Shangjun."
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangyun briefly introduced himself, not caring that he had been thinking about him for a long time.
"Ruan Yan."
Mo Shangjun raised his lips, "Their leader?"
Ruan Yan said, "Almost."
"How to say?"
Lifting his eyelids, Ruan Yan glanced at her lightly and said truthfully: "I am responsible for formulating the attack plan."
Now that all the plans have been arranged and communicated in place, even without him, the people he brought only need to follow the plan and use their brains when encountering unexpected events, and there will basically be no problems.
As for him——
I was just trying to find a reason to quit.
Mo Shangjun lowered his eyes, glanced at his notebook, map and GPS carefully, and probably guessed something.
"Looking at it now, even if I catch you, nothing will change the situation?" Mo Shangjun asked with his lips raised, and he directly put the dagger back.
Looking sideways at Mo Shangjun casually, Ruan Yan suppressed a look of confusion on his brows and responded lightly, "Yeah."
"Then what do you want to do next?" Mo Shangyun asked.
"Abstain."
Ruan Yan was very calm and answered naturally.
"How bad is this?"
"Go back and have tea."
Ruan Yan raised his hand and took off the headset.
"..."
Mo Shangjun's brows twitched slightly.
Seeing what he meant, he really planned to give up.
He has a really big heart.
After putting the sword away, Mo Shangyun put his hand on his shoulder, thought thoughtfully for a few seconds, and then asked, "How about we cooperate?"
"Cooperation is possible, but -" Ruan Yan paused, tilted his head slightly, glanced at the long, beautiful hand she placed on her shoulder, and uttered one word, "Hand."
"Huh?" Mo Shangyun glanced at it casually, as if he didn't understand the meaning and said, "Is it ugly or unclean?"
Ruan Yan: "..."
It's nice-looking and clean.
But, he doesn't like to be touched.
However, when he raised his eyes and saw Mo Shangjun's eyes that were half-smiling but not smiling, and a look that said, "The old man is still stingy, he just wants to do something to you," Ruan Yan simply didn't bother to follow.
She talks more.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)