Fast wear strategy female with poison

Chapter 558 Raiding the Killer That Doesn't Look Like a Killer

He withdrew his hand, his voice hoarse, "What happened when I was unconscious?"

"Don't worry, there are no monsters rushing out suddenly, except for the yellow sand, and there is only yellow sand." Feng Feng carefully smoothed his long hair that was a little messy due to the wind and sand with his uninjured hand, and said with a light smile : "I've been waiting for a long time, and now that you've finally woken up, I can rest assured."

For some unknown reason, he half-sarcastically and half-suggestively said: "If you're smart enough, you shouldn't take me with you."

"That's because I'm not smart enough." She smiled indifferently: "But I quite like my current IQ. It's not too stupid or too smart. I don't know too little, and I don't need to know too much." It’s the happiest life ever.”

The golden mean has always been what she likes, she doesn't want to be the worst one, nor the most conspicuous one.

He looked at her quietly for a moment, propped up his upper body and sat up, then resumed his usual indifferent tone, and said, "Aren't you tired?"

"Tired, but I told myself to take care of you, so I can't feel tired." She asked: "Are you better now? We have to find our way out soon, it will be dark soon, night in the desert , it was very cold.”

"Princess...maybe, you can take a break."

"In this situation, I can't..." Her words stopped abruptly. When she looked into his eyes, there was a moment of emptiness in her eyes. Then, she closed her eyes and fell back unconsciously. go.

A strong hand wrapped around her waist, thus changing the direction of her fall, avoiding the ending of her falling on the yellow sand, but letting her fall into his arms, her body is thin and small, In his embrace with one hand, she looked even more petite and exquisite.

Si Jia just kept this movement quietly. He couldn't see any emotion in his dark eyes, or maybe there was no emotion at all. This gloomy gaze, at this moment, was like a dark abyss, and it seemed to be brewing. The storm seems to be contradictory self-attack and self-competition.

He has never had such an experience, not when he was on a mission for the first time, not when he encountered a life-and-death crisis during a mission, and not when someone told him that he wanted to be friends with him for the first time.

Everything in this world can be sacrificed, friends, relatives, and himself, so he can perform various tasks without hesitation and deal with any different people, and because of this, he is called a qualified killer.

Things like entanglement shouldn't exist in his mind, but now there is an accident. In fact, since the moment she brought her out, the accidents she brought to him have never stopped.

It's only been three days, just three days...

It seems that a century has passed, and the environment full of wind seems to never be quiet, but at this moment, there seems to be a quiet time.

Slowly, he raised his other hand, put it on the back of her head, and gently stroked her black and blue hair. His indifferent expression revealed that this seemed to be an unconscious feeling. At last, his eyes became focused, and they landed on the top of her head, and the hand behind her head also pressed her head and leaned against his chest.

It was a tentative gesture, but he found it, and he didn't hate doing it to her.

(End of this chapter)