Chapter 912

Hearing the sound of the car braking outside, Yan San opened his eyes, carefully moved Ling Qingyu from his arms and opened it on the pillow, stuffed a pillow for her to hold, and quietly got up.

"So late?" Ling Qingyu turned over, closed his eyes and muttered vaguely.

"You sleep." Turning back and gently patting her shoulder, Yan San put on her clothes, stood in front of the window, opened the window, waved to the night spirit standing downstairs, saw him coming in, closed the window, walked carefully to the door, and his fingers popped out a few wisps of strong wind and hit the door of Cheng Jia's room opposite.

With the footsteps of Yelu, Cheng Jia opened the door and knew that the night was coming. He didn't sleep. He was already ready to read a book. Hearing the door ring, he directly carried his bag on his back and opened the door.

When Yelu flashed into the room, Yan San looked back at Ling Qingyu, closed the door gently, and walked downstairs with Cheng Jia.

Seeing Cheng Jia coming down with Yan San, Lu Yao's eyebrows picked up and whispered, "Mr. Cheng, this is no better than Deqing."

After seeing Lu Yao's clothes that were too dirty to look at before he had time to change them, Cheng Jia chuckled, "even the modern army needs civilians."

With a smile, Lu Yao turned to get on the car and said, "it's OK, but Mr. Cheng, a civilian on the battlefield, is not easy."

"I know."

When the morning light penetrated through the window, the temperature slowly increased, and the hot wind blew in from the window, making the gauze curtain rustle.

The windows here are old-fashioned push open wooden windows. The windows are open to the outside and cannot be closed with internal force. Yelu quietly moved. He thought of closing the windows. As soon as he moved, the person in his arms hum and asked, "what time is it?"

"It's still early. Go to bed again." Night soul gently patted her back and whispered.

"Soul son..." Ling Qingyu opened his eyes, looked at the man in front of him below, reached out and touched the beard residue emerging from his chin, hummed, and said, "how many days have you not had a rest?"

Ye soul also touched her beard unconsciously. It was very late yesterday. She was afraid to disturb her sleep. She just washed her body in a hurry, but forgot to shave. She didn't like men to grow a beard

Holding the hand of Yelu who wanted to get up, Ling Qingyu said vaguely, "don't worry, sleep for a while."

"I close the window. It's hot." Gently coaxed her, night soul still want to get up.

"Leave it on, it's comfortable." Ling Qingyu pulled his hand down, pulled the man down, rubbed the beard residue on his chin with the palm of his hand, closed his eyes and said, "don't shave, feel comfortable."

Yelu lay down, rubbed her face with his chin, and heard her laugh happily. He thought that the short beard was very comfortable to shave, so he stopped worrying, hugged her, put his head on her head, and whispered, "well, sleep for a while."

I knew there was no good fruit to eat after yesterday's disastrous defeat, but I heard Qin Feng say early in the morning that he would go to the place of death to stay for half a month, and a team of people still howled.

"Captain, can't we join them? Can't we ask them about fighting skills?" After the dissolution, Wang Dashan, Han Yan and zhugeyu immediately got entangled with Qin Feng, and Wang Dashan followed him.

"Huh?" Qin Feng paused, looked back at the corner of his mouth, and asked how these bastards lost last night. As a result, they all looked like dead men. He estimated that they had lost miserably, and then thought of going to give them strong training. What's the situation? So miserable that Wang Dashan is in the fight to ask for advice?

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"Yes, I think they have excellent survival skills in the wild." Han Yan agrees with Tao.

Turning to zhugeyu, who looked depressed behind the two, Qin Feng said, "what do you say?"

"The strength gap is too big. Even if we go to training for half a month, relying on endurance and fighting alone, I don't think we can win." Zhugeyu tells the truth.

"How on earth did you lose?" Qin Feng glanced at the three and asked.

"Defeat... No chance at all..." the three said at the same time.

"Complete failure?" Qin Feng was really surprised that his team, not to mention the strongest in the world, was also one of the few strong in China, and was defeated completely?

"Don't you see, it's not human! Is the little sunspot running fast enough? Is there the fastest one in our army? You said last time that you could let him compete with Liu Xiang. I asked him to be a bait to lure the big man away. He ran more than ten or twenty meters ahead of schedule, and I think he should be able to run away..." zhugeyu pointed to a short and capable young man on one side.

"And then?" Qin Feng stopped with interest and asked.

"Then, after we were cleaned up in half a minute, the little sunspot was brought back by the big man." Zhugeyu was very depressed.

"So fast?" Qin Feng was surprised. He knew how fast the sunspot ran. If he could catch up in such a short time when the sunspot started more than ten meters late

"By the way, speaking of it, I didn't see the big man this morning, and I still want to practice with him. I heard that the little sunspot said that his fighting skills were really good. He didn't know what was going on, so he was lifted up, and he didn't even have the power to resist." Wang Dashan looked around.

"He seems to have something to go out for a few days first, and they changed someone." Qin Feng put his hand on his chin, looked at his men who were preparing in advance on the playground, and thought, maybe you can ask Cheng Cheng to train together and then learn?

"Replaced? That's great." Zhuge Yu immediately showed his joy. Damn it, the group he met, except for the blonde boy who didn't fight, the other three were super masters, OK! That kind of strength is simply crushing them. It would be much easier for them to lose one.

"Replaced?" Wang Dashan muttered with disappointment, "I still want to fight with him."

"Then who is it?" Han Yan asked. He was not as naive as Wang Dashan and zhugeyu. He remembered that Yan Qi and Ying shisan mentioned a person when they were sitting by the campfire eating snakes. The title in their mouth was very respectful.

"It should be, that..." Qin Feng raised his chin and motioned to the group of people coming out of the barracks.

Those people don't instinctively walk in formation when they go in and out like them. They all walk at will, but after careful observation, we can still feel that if they walk together, it will generally be Yang Zhao who is a little ahead, and the rest are scattered behind.

But now, walking in the front, even Yang Zhao retreated slightly by a third, followed by a man they had never seen. The man was about twenty-five or six years old, handsome but with a cold look. He slightly lowered his head and tied a wristband on his wrist while talking to Yang Zhao. The steps he took were precise and powerful, and the wind between his walks seemed to have a cold look.

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The cold air naturally emitted with his high fighting spirit, even if they were separated by a distance, they did not feel a cold war.

"Wow..." zhugeyu softly exclaimed.