Female president's private killer

Due to the time difference, when the conflict broke out in broad daylight at the free port, the night fell in China thousands of miles away.

Snow and ice can still be seen everywhere in the mountains of northern China in this season.

At the foot of the snow peak, there are three bonfires burning. In such a cold night, the beating flame can't bring much warmth to the people nearby.

Ye Wanqing, wrapped in a cold suit, sat by the campfire and was reading a book with strange words by the light of the fire.

"It says that I exist in the past and the future, and I am also in the present. I have died and risen again, and forever. It says, "I hold the keys of many worlds, so as to open the door to connect the other world..." Ye Wanqing quietly sang and read, and the pleasant voice fluttered with the night wind and fluctuated gently like the tide.

Her voice is not big, but on such a silent night, the voice can spread far and reach everyone's ears by the campfire. At this moment, it is detailed and quiet, as if the world is so peaceful.

The soft and beautiful sound of chanting seems to drive away a lot of the cold in the night. Every time you hear ye Wanqing chanting the book of creation, people listening will always have some inexplicable feelings, just like touching the edge of a mysterious world.

No one will interrupt Ye Wanqing's chanting at this time, because her voice can give people real peace. She does pour all her heart into this seriously worn Scripture.

Beside the campfire, a strong man beside her was rubbing a rugged shield with his hands. This heavy shield is made of unknown metal and has good ductility. The potholes on the shield surface slowly disappear one by one under his extrusion, but do not damage the physical properties of the shield.

The man bared his upper body and exposed his muscles like steel bars. There were several deep terrible wounds on his shoulder and back. They looked new, but they had begun to close. Only occasionally, if he exerted too much force, one or several wounds would burst.

He focused on the repair of heavy shield, but inadvertently, he would take a look at Ye Wanqing quietly.

The campfire is a simple camp. More than a dozen vehicles pulled by manpower surround the camp. Nearly 100 people drag their tired bodies around several piles of campfires, eating hot food.

In the middle of the camp, a Lama dressed in black was walking back and forth in the crowd with exactly the same books as ye Wanqing, praising and reading the contents to the people resting in the camp.

After reading this chapter, ye Wanqing got up and began to be busy, distributing food and water to everyone. Behind her, several strong men followed and moved according to her orders. They looked at the girl without fear, with a little desire and more admiration.

Not far from the camp, it is a construction site that has just begun to be built. A new settlement will be built here, and a river will flow through the edge of the settlement to provide the necessary water source. Forests a few kilometers away will become a food supply.

At this time, ye Wanqing has distributed food and water in the camp. She sighed contentedly, stretched her tired body, and came to the Lama with a dinner plate and a can of water.

The Lama just finished reading a chapter, so he and ye Wanqing found an open space in the corner of the camp and had dinner together. There were only a few pieces of hard black bread on the plate, which were baked over the fire, but became harder. The dinner of Lama and ye Wanqing was more humble than that of others in the camp. Among these people, the strongest one was the strong man who undertook the main construction work of the settlement. In addition, several children's food was guaranteed.

The meeting with the Lama was an accident.

One night when ye Wanqing came to Lhasa, a poor place, he met the Lama in a remote and barren village. After a long talk with Ye Wanqing all night, the Lama was willing to go with Ye Wanqing.

He not only went alone, but also took all the people in the village who couldn't even eat enough.

Because the Lama believes Ye Wanqing is right. Choosing a place to live is very important. If you have a choice, why do you choose to live in a place without water, prey and inconvenient transportation?

Why not change places?

In this way, the team moved forward in a vast area until it found a suitable place to live, decided to settle down here and re-establish its own settlement.

Looking at the Lama putting the tattered Sutra into his pocket, ye Wanqing asked, "guru Fang, I have read about the Shurangama mantra, the local Tibetan Sutra or other Sutras of the Tantra, but why have I never heard of your book of creation?"

The black and thin Lama broke off a corner from the hard black bread comparable to stone, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, then smiled and said: "in the past, this book of Genesis was a household name, but unfortunately, the world is completely different now. When times change, the oracle of God will also change. That's why you've never heard of my book of creation. However, there is only one God. It is always there, existing in the past, present and future, and has not changed. "

Ye Wanqing thought, but she didn't quite understand.

She was born in a standard materialist family. Although she has dabbled in scriptures, Buddhism, Zen enlightenment and so on, she is mostly used as a hobby and a means to learn world culture, which does not mean that she really believes in any God in the world.

Not believing in God means that it is difficult for her to have a real understanding of the believer's world, but ye Wanqing is not worried about it. She still has a lot to think about. The Lama is a mobile treasure house of knowledge.

"Master Fang. If everyone believes in God and believes that God can give us happiness and happiness after death, what's the point of living? "

The Lama thought for a moment, smiled and said, "the significance of living is to experience suffering, experience all kinds of human forms and love. If you don't have these experiences and comparisons, how can you know what real happiness is?"

Ye Wanqing looked at the campfire in silence. She didn't want to agree with the Lama's theory, but she couldn't find any reason to refute it.

The world outlook is such a strange thing. You look at it from different angles and draw different conclusions.

"If possible, I'd like to live forever." This is Ye Wanqing's first thought, but then her second thought is the man she met in Beijing, Fang Chutian, who seems ordinary and not surprising at all.

No matter how many people she has experienced and how many things she has seen, she has always been unable to forget the person's shadow from her mind. On the contrary, because of separation, this impression is becoming more and more serious.

Maybe this is love?

This is the world of love?

I don't know what happened to that guy now

The Lama slowly swallowed the black bread, and then with the help of several strong men, he removed an unfinished statue from the car, moved it to the designated position and erected it.

The Lama took out a pair of fine tools and began to continue his carving work.

His every move was very gentle. For a whole hour, the priest was decorating a finger of the statue. Moreover, even the person with the best eyesight can hardly see what he has changed on the statue.

Ye Wanqing looked at the statue without face quietly for a long time, but strangely, the more she looked, the more she felt that the statue looked familiar, as if she had seen it many times.

It's just that this impression can't be connected with any substantive person for the time being.

Although the statue without face stands in the dark, it is as dazzling as the sun.

It's like the dazzling sunlight over Freeport.

The filth between tailiu's traditional power and Kubo Zhongchuan Dahui's villains has not been a day or two for a long time.

When it comes to life and death, division is almost inevitable.

Let's be clear.

The day of war is the time of break.

Cooper definitely won't leave a hidden danger for himself.

If these people die, Tyrus can be controlled by Cooper alone, and he can avoid being used by others! Don't mention such a big temptation. Even for a little profit, he can hurt the killer.

The major schools in Freeport have their own forces. These people can't get involved in the muddy water. The total number of core disciples and peripheral disciples under the names of the three of them is only about 700. In addition, the security team and small mercenary regiment they belong to are only more than 4000 people, so they can't turn over any storms at all.

What's next?

Its shopping malls, trading companies, transport fleets, free docks in public waters and other industries. They are all in Freeport and free channel. After leaving here, they have nothing. It's not easy to go somewhere else and cheer up?

Not to mention, just how many people were offended by Taylor during Cooper's years of operation, which made Jeffrey dare not imagine the days after he was beaten back to his original form.

His eyes couldn't help falling on the 50 neat, quiet and murderous mecha outside the martial arts school. Jeffrey, Sankey and Wei looked at each other when they saw the mountain. They knew what each other wanted.

Think like that. It has become more and more clear.

Regardless of the set of fighting techniques Fang Chutian mastered, just talking about the current situation after breaking with Cooper, they can't tolerate the slightest hesitation of these people to survive in the free world. Can only rely on a strong enough tree.

And this big tree seems to have no other choice except that section of heaven represents China.

Watching Sangji and Wei Jianshan nodding slowly, Jeffrey straightened his clothes and walked to the gate of the martial arts school. He decided to promise Fang Chutian all the conditions. There was nothing to hesitate. If it weren't for Fang Chutian, these people would have been brought up in one pot!

In the cockpit of the mecha.

Tang Xin is blushing and smears medicine on Duan Tiandao's back.

Eleven wounds.

Six on the back, four on the legs, and one on the ass.

The bastard didn't seem to be embarrassed. He lay naked and shouted. Just shout. You can cry for pain, but the bitch's voice is clearly crying for bed.

But the more it is, the more Tang Xin wants to cry.

Medicine is the hemostatic medicine of the Chinese military. There is no therapeutic equipment, so we can only do simple treatment first.

The shrapnel from several wounds have been taken out. The red meat is turned over. Bone can be seen in the deep wound. In addition to the wound, few pieces of skin on the back are good. They are all abrasions and high-temperature burns.

Don't mention the injury to his body. Even if he looks at it like this, Tang Xin can't stand it.

If this guy hadn't jumped on himself.

Then i

Thinking of Tang Xin, tears fell down.

"HMM... I said..." listening to Tang Xin sobbing, Duan Tiandao called back and said, "what are you crying for? Ah, oh, um, um... People who don't know think I'm wrong with you? "

"You..." Tang Xin wiped his tears and said in a shy and urgent way, "don't be so ugly, will you?"

"Ouch. I dropped that Niang...... "Duan Tiandao opened his nostrils and mouth. With a melodious cry, his eyes were red: "do you think I want to... Fucking pain..."

"Colonel Fang!" Ma Wei's voice came from the mecha communicator: "someone wants to see you."

"See me?" Duan Tiandao got up naked and rushed out of the cockpit. Standing under the mecha was Jeffrey, the four elders of teliu.

"Exposure maniac!" Tang Xin, who was nearly collapsed by shameless hooligans, grabbed a towel. He smashed at Duan Tiandao and shouted with a red face, "cover it!"

Duan Tiandao turned back, grabbed the towel smashed by Tang Xin, and showed a simple smile on his face.

Well, yes! To protect their "delicate body", can not casually show people!

He carefully covered his upper body with a towel.

In the mecha, a scream.