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The leader immediately stood up and jumped down from the boulder, ready to talk to the Nighthawk.

Beauty Jing leaped down from the large rock and held the man's hand, "Go back. We're training here. After we're done, I'll go back. Your injuries aren't fully healed yet. You need to rest in bed."

When Beauty Jing saw the cold air radiating from the man's body, she knew that she was going to go berserk again.

The man stopped and lowered his head to look at her. At this moment, the little girl before him had turned into a little demoness, causing his bones to go soft.

He used his index finger to lightly scratch the woman's nose, then lowered his head to kiss her forehead and left in large strides.

When Beauty Jing returned to the team, the Nighthawk began to arrange for the next round of training.

The night slowly sank, and the muddy beauty Jing crawled out of the mud pool. The night wind blew, bringing with it a slight chill, causing her to sneeze, following the arrangements, she hurriedly went to rest in the camp she had arranged beforehand, entering the bedroom, closing the door, locking it behind her, before entering the bathroom.

Because it was in the mountains, the bathrooms there were relatively simple, but they could still be considered secret.

While Beauty Jing was washing the mud off her body, her clothes stuck to her body. Since she couldn't take them off, she could only wash them off first before taking them off.

He carefully cleaned the medicine bottle in his belt and then took off his belt. After washing up, he hung it on a rack and started taking off his clothes.

He took off his pants and jacket, washed the mud off, and began to rinse his underwear with warm water.

After washing his hair and putting on the shower gel, he began to wash off the foam on his body. Suddenly, the lights went out.

The alert beauty turned around, tied her wet hair tightly with a hair rope, and began to rinse the foam, turning on the tap with her eyes wide open as she stared at the door.

The door clicked open from the outside.

Beauty Jing was shocked, it was clearly locked, how could it be opened?

A key. A key.

Beauty Jing first saw a tall figure come in, then the sound of the door closing. Because of the curtain and the lack of lights, Beauty Jing could only sense who it was through her hearing.

There was a strange smell in the air.

Beauty Jing put her scarf around her body, turned on the tap, and hid herself against the wall.

The person was wrapped in a bath towel and looked like he had just finished his shower. However, the sound of his footsteps sounded extremely weird. It made Beauty Jing's heart jump into her throat.

"Bo Liangchen, you bastard!" As the man approached her, she caught a whiff of the scent of the gardenias.

In the dark night, the man closed in on her like a ghost. His blue eyes were sparkling.

Before the little girl had even returned, a certain adult had impatiently rushed over. Knowing that the little girl was bathing in the bathroom, he had thought of something and found the key to open the door to the room. Sure enough, he heard the sound of bathing in the bathroom. He wanted to tease her, but the little girl easily saw through it. In that instant, he felt a little bored.

However, he had already entered, so it was impossible for him to leave. Thus, he could only brace himself and continue moving forward.

"How clever!" While he was speaking coaxing words, he was secretly cursing himself in his heart.

Beauty Jing felt it was funny. The dignified Chief actually liked pranks. It was a headache.

He bit his lips and raised his eyes.

In the darkness of the night, the man's lower abdomen tensed up when he saw the pair of eyes of the soul.

The bath towel on Beauty Jing was ripped off.

Beauty Jing screamed, "Bastard, let go."

The man didn't allow her to retaliate and slammed his body against the wall. His two hands clamped onto the woman's arm and pressed her onto the ice-cold wall.

The man lowered his head to kiss the woman's red lips.

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Beauty Jing sneezed at an inopportune moment and spat on the man's face.

The man's good mood was instantly extinguished. He was afraid that the young woman would catch a cold, so he took off his towel, wrapped the young woman in it, and carried her out of the bathroom to a bed that wasn't too big.

He found a towel and dried the little woman's hair. Then, he carefully dried the little woman's hair.

The little woman lay on the bed like a cat. She curled up under the blanket and quickly fell asleep.

The man sat down on the edge of the bed in his boxer pants.

Moonlight shone through the glass window onto the end of the bed, illuminating the delicate feet of the little woman.

The man leaned over and put the woman's little foot into his hand. He held it, lowered his head, and kissed it lightly.

He got up and crawled into the blanket. He hugged the girl in his arms and smelled the fragrance off her long hair. The tiredness of the day had subsided as he looked at the sleeping girl in his arms and hugged her again.

It was unknown when he had gotten used to the feeling of this little girl in his arms. He loved it, because this way, the nightmare that he hadn't had for a long time no longer bothered him, and his arms and heart were filled with her.

When she woke up, the sky had already brightened. It was the loud and clear whistle that woke her up from her sleep. That man had already left quietly.

Beauty Jing quickly put on her clothes, washed her face and put the medicine bottle back on her waist. 10 minutes later, on the lawn on the hillside, 10 people stood there in an orderly fashion.

Nighthawk had decided on the morning exercise.

Two laps around the mountain.

The nine men's faces immediately collapsed. Because they had an empty stomach, normal people would be tired to death after running two laps around. The beautiful lady even had homemade compressed pastries. Otherwise, she would be so tired that she would vomit blood.

He glared at Beauty Jing, but lost to a little girl. He was very embarrassed, and if he were to return to the army in the future and let others know that he lost to a little girl, and that she was a weak little girl at that. In the future, he might not even be able to lift his head up in the army anymore.

The little warrior's heart tightened when he saw the trace of pride in the little girl's eyes. This made him even more uncomfortable, so after two laps, he found the little girl and wanted to duel with her.

The night hawk's brows were locked together, but before he could stop her, the little girl had gladly accepted it.

After finishing breakfast, a beauty Jing, whose entire body was painted in color, stood on an empty patch of sand while wearing her military uniform.

Match beach volleyball, one on one.

Whoever loses will voluntarily withdraw from the competition.

Beauty Jing pursed her lips and remained silent.

It was surrounded by people, including some who had been notified.

The beach volleyball looks simple but it has a hidden agenda.

There were traps under the soft sand, and if you fell into the sand during the jump, the other side would probably miss the ball and fail.

This was a new type of game, and was also a must for the field troops, because the inconspicuous mark on the soft beach was how to break out of the encirclement of the ground enemy, which was the player's adaptability and ability to use both hands and feet. No matter what method the opponent used, as long as the ball didn't drop, it wasn't considered a loss.

When the match began, there were almost 100 people surrounding them.

They were all warriors that were training here.

As the only female soldier here, Beauty Jing received a lot of attention.

The leader was very low-key as he blended in to the crowd and watched from the sidelines.

He was neither too tall nor too low. He had put on makeup today and was wearing the same soldier uniform as everyone else. He stood in the front row and took in everything that happened in one glance.

A whistle sounded. The little soldier drew a red stick and served the ball first.

The ball was aimed at a large hole at the bottom. If Beauty Jing stepped on it with one foot, she might be able to tilt the pedal, sink her feet into the sand, and lose the opportunity to catch the ball or bounce it back.

While everyone gasped, Beauty Jing stepped on the wooden board at the same time. She steadily caught the ball, flicked the ball with both of her hands, and it flew to the opposite of the little warrior.

The little warrior didn't show any signs of weakness. Although he was shocked and confused at first, with one dangerous move after another passed, the two fought in a draw half an hour later.

Everyone had a whole new level of respect for Beauty Jing, because the little warrior was the best single player volleyball player in the entire field. Now that he had suffered another setback, the little warrior pouted his mouth and asked for another round.

The people on the side couldn't stand it anymore and were all eager to give it a try.

The nighthawk saw that the situation could not calm down for a while, so he proposed a double fight.

In the end, the lord and the Nighthawk fought separately.

The Chief was in a group with the Warrior, while Nighthawk was in a group with Beauty Jing.

Beauty Jing was stunned as she stared at the man with wide eyes.

The man merely smiled as he lightly moved his body.

Everyone present held their breath. In a battle between experts, there was no limit to the brilliance of the match.

This time, the match lasted for almost an entire morning. When the sun reached the middle of the sky, the last ball hit the little warrior's feet and fell into the sand.

The little warrior wanted to cry, but no tears came out. This was the first time he suffered such a crushing defeat, he was convinced of his defeat.

The face of a certain lord turned dark and became the official in charge of the bag.

"You, withdraw from the field and return to the army to continue training." A certain leader was angered, and he lost a lot of face.

"Chief, I was wrong, alright? "Please, don't let me go back. You can lock me up, but you can't send me back. Otherwise, I won't be able to live." The little soldier hugged a certain leader's thigh and howled.

"Howl again, and we'll go home. We don't even need to return our troops!" The Nighthawk picked up the little soldier like a chick and threw him into the crowd.

The people in the crowd caught the little warrior and hurriedly sent him away.

Beauty Jing sat in the pile of sand, letting the hot sand bury her feet inside it, feeling the excitement of the temperature.

The Nighthawk urged the onlookers to step up their training. The Chief was looking for a certain woman to talk to, and they had to avoid it.

Bo Liangchen walked to the side of a pile of sand and sat down without a care for his image. However, when he sat down, he somewhat sorrowfully sat down in that huge pit.

His legs sank into the sand.

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Beauty Jing, who was resting, laughed and reached out to tug at the man's arm.

Bo Liangchen's face was flushed red with embarrassment, but after seeing that the little girl was smiling like a flower, he completely lost his image. He crawled out from the pile of sand and the two walked to the grass on the side to bask in the sun.

The sun was harsh, and they did not think of avoiding the strong light. This was because in a field battle, not every place had a cool shade. They had to get used to it.