The soldier is a girl

Chapter 394 198: She said it was not rare

"What did she ask you to bring?"

"She said she was not rare."

good very good.Mo Ling reached out and took the remaining flowers on the table, and then turned them into powder in an instant with force.

Bai Ze shuddered, feeling like he was being pinched, it was too late to sneak away now.

"Um, did you quarrel with Little Hibiscus?" It was obviously unrealistic to slip away, so Bai Ze made a little gossip in deliberate tone.

Mo Ling glanced at Bai Ze and said nothing.

Bai Ze considered his tone again, "I said that her temper should be suppressed. If you don't listen, look, now even the things you give are so miserable, it's just..."

"You can tell Mu Jin." Mo Ling said this coldly.

"Hehe..." Bai Ze laughed dryly, he couldn't find death, "I'll just talk casually, you don't seem to be doing well, I want to flatter you, so what, the meal is also brought to you, I still have something to do, let's go first..."

Saying that, Bai Ze ran away slowly, what are you doing, staying as cannon fodder?
When the big ghost fights, it's better for the little ghost to hide, so as not to hurt Chi Yu, but the little Hibiscus is strong enough, how dare he treat Mo Ling like this, admire him, go back and learn...

Bai Ze slipped away, leaving Mo Ling alone...

Regardless of whether it is the victor or the loser, after a night of fighting, they are all busy with post-war matters.

The only difference between victory and defeat is that the casualties of the defeated party are much greater than those of the victor.

On a busy day, the night came unknowingly, and the heavy snow that had stopped for a day began to flutter again, just like last night, like lost elves flying all over the sky under the cover of night, spinning out the unique The beautiful scenery that belongs to them.

After staying in the tent for a day, Mu Jin was very bored, so on this snowy night, she lifted half of the curtain on the small window of the tent, and then lay on the couch, watching the snowflakes flying all over the sky. The snowflakes swirled out one beautiful figure after another.

Just looking at it, I don't know where it drifted to.

Suddenly there was a 'plop' sound, instantly pulling Mu Jin back to her thoughts.

Mu Jin didn't move, and still maintained the posture of looking at the snow, but the corners of his mouth were curled up, and his red lips moved silently, "One."

Plop, plop...

"Two, three, four, five, six..."

Before Mu Jin could finish counting six characters, a black shadow slammed down on her. Her first reaction was not to fight back, but to roll into the couch to prevent being hit. As for why she didn't fight back, she didn't have much medicine. no match.

After the first reaction, Mu Jin's second reaction was to kick someone, but...

"What did you spill in the tent..."

The sudden sound made Mu Jin stop the kicking movement, and during this pause, her hand was grabbed and pulled, and then she crashed into an extremely hard embrace, hitting her that nose.

Mu Jin subconsciously stretched out her hand to cover her nose, and the questioning voice rang out again, "What on earth did you spill?" The questioning voice was still sonorous and powerful, but the force in her hand was getting weaker and weaker.

This feeling made Mu Jin very happy. When she was so bored, the person who didn't clean up automatically sent her to her door to clean up. What kind of feeling is this?
"What do you think I spilled?" Mu Jin stepped back and looked up at the person lying on her couch. I have to say that Mo Ling's skills are good, and he was able to walk to her couch from outside the tent. You can still have the strength to grab her, but you must know that she has spilled more inside the tent than outside, "You should be glad that I didn't spill some deadly poison, otherwise you would be a corpse right now."

(End of this chapter)