Mu Shao, your wife is abusive

Chapter 1627 Living with compassion and facing death.

After handing over the evacuated people with the people on the port and the person in charge of the embassy, ​​several helicopters that rushed back also evacuated and converged safely.

The rescue operation ended, but the team members who should have been happy were all immersed in silence.

No one rejoices in the aftermath of a catastrophe, nor does anyone breathe a sigh of relief that the mission has been accomplished, like the rescued.

Behind him was the field filled with gunpowder smoke, war and peace, life and death were all separated by a thin line.

Sitting on the helicopter, Yunxi carefully bandaged Mu Feichi's wound. The propeller made a loud noise, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was quiet but rarely relaxed.

Yun Xi changed the dressing for Mu Feichi's wound all the way, and didn't notice that Xiao Jinglin was staring at her all the time, but Mu Feichi could see clearly, and the more he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

No matter what Xiao Jinglin personally came here for, he didn't have the heart to pursue it right now. On the contrary, it was his little girl who came out this time, whether it was mental strategy or coping strategies, she was far calmer than he imagined.

After experiencing the baptism on the court, no matter who it is, it is impossible for that heart to be as thorough as before.

In the past two years, he has carefully protected her, just wanting to guard this exquisite heart.

But in the end, she came to the court because of him.

Even though he knew in his heart that Mu Feichi's woman could not be an ordinary person, he still couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

Thinking of the child who was shot dead by her, his mind was full of that figure running towards him, with a face covered in oil paint and dust, saying to him with a murderous look, Mu Feichi, here I come.

She came, she came for him, and she told him that with him, there is no fear of life or death.

For so many years on the battlefield, he has never been afraid of life and death. He can't count how much blood his hands have been stained with.

Only she is the last color in his gray world, and also his last faith.

Sensing the coldness around Mu Feichi, Yunxi lowered her eyes to look at the hand that was holding her tightly, lifted the other hand that was still stained with blood, and patted it lightly, the soft strength was miraculous Soothed his emotions.

She could more or less guess what Mu Feichi was thinking. When he came back from the field this time, his emotions were not right all the way. If you think about it carefully, you can see why.

When she killed the child in the small town, she heard him sigh helplessly.

This is not the first time she has hurt someone, nor is it the first time she has faced such a scene, the only difference is that this is a child.

But at that second, she moved her hand almost without any hesitation.

Between Mu Feichi and this child who had been brainwashed by death and attacks, she would only choose the man who fought side by side with her and swore to protect her to the death.

With compassion in mind, live toward death.

She is such a person, reborn, and she can't always be innocent and sweet for revenge.

How can the world be as good as you want, but please be ashamed of your heart.

At the airport in a neighboring country, a group of people boarded Xiao Jinglin's private jet, waiting for the captain to adjust the route and fly back to China first.

Only then did Mu Feichi look up at Xiao Jinglin who was staring at Yunxi and him closely, and joked with a half smile: "I haven't seen Uncle Jing come out of the mountain for many years, it's really not easy!"

Xiao Jinglin glanced at him indifferently, and didn't care about him, turned his head to look at Yunxi, unzipped his pocket, carefully took out the velvet box hidden inside, opened it and handed it over.

"Girl, is this bracelet yours?"

Yun Xi glanced at the velvet box in his hand, took it for a moment in a daze, and raised her head in surprise.

"My cousin gave it back to me some time ago. She said that I wore it on my hand when I was a child, but my aunt took it away. This bracelet doesn't look like an ordinary family bracelet. There is a special pattern inside. From my mother's understanding, she probably wouldn't let me take such a valuable thing to the countryside, I have to go back and ask my uncle to find out if it is something I wore when I was a child."

(End of this chapter)