Chapter 57

Zhai Mu stared blankly at her in front of him, his mind seemed to be replaying slow motion in a fast motion, quickly passing through all the previous things—the murder method that night was ruthless, the response was quick, and the face of the torn wound did not change his face, Chengfu was not. Unusually, it has a close relationship with the gambling king Siller.

In just a blink of an eye, she was sitting on top of the marshal who had never been a womanizer.

Who is this woman?

"The marshal is asking you something." Frey found that since entering this bedroom, even Zhai Mu has become a little baffled. Didn't he hear the marshal's question? Or, I heard it, but hesitated and didn't know how to answer.

The military doctor stood behind Zhai Mu, touched his hurt nose, lowered his head smartly, and pretended not to hear anything.

Only Zhai Mu opened his mouth, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

Say you know?

He only knew that her name was Leng Yao, and he was not sure whether the name was real or not.

It was just a one-sided relationship, and he saved her life, but the timing of their meeting was too sensitive and too easy to misunderstand.

After all, the night Lu Ming died, it wasn't his shift, but he appeared in some deserted place.

There was an unbearable silence in the room.

Frey's brows were furrowed together. He didn't understand that such a simple question was worth hesitating. Seeing that the Marshal's expression didn't change at all, he took another look at Leng Yiyao who was sitting still, and he took a deep breath.

"He's my savior." A tone so light that it could be blown away by the wind came slowly from Hemo's arms. The voice was casual, as if he met a familiar person while walking and greeted him casually, with no seriousness.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, the four men in the room all turned their attention to her.

Zhai Mu was unbelievable. She would tell the truth so easily. The military doctor thought this girl was a bit mysterious. Frey, Frey really couldn't relate the Leng family's youngest daughter and a soldier's life-saving grace. As for Homer , about, is the most indifferent one in this room.

It was as if Leng Yiyao had given an earth-shattering answer, but he was still this unmoved look.

"I said that on the night Lu Ming died, I was the only survivor." She raised her head and quietly met the scrutinizing eyes above her head. Then, she lightly pulled the corner of her lips and held one hand slowly. His, in front of everyone's eyes, led his right hand and slowly covered his waist, all the way down...

The military doctor's throat suddenly became a little dry, but he felt as if he had seen something very remarkable, so he quickly turned his eyes away. Zhai Mu and Frey suddenly showed the same strange expressions on their faces.

The marshal just allowed that Leng Yiyao to do whatever he wanted?

The hands that were touching the fingertips meandered all the way, and stopped at the lower right corner of her abdomen, and she didn't move. She stared at his eyes, motionless, but a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, which seemed to be fascinating, and also seemed to chuckle: "That night, here, the injury was very, very serious."

The fabric of the robe is light and thin, and it is worn close to the body, with the skin moving, and Homer can easily touch the protrusion under the palm of his hand, which is the touch of the gauze bandage.

He lowered his eyebrows and chuckled.

Therefore, she was also seriously injured on the night Lu Ming died.

And the rest of the insiders have already closed their eyes forever.

"What do you want to do?" His voice had a hint of interest, after all, it had been a long, long time since no one could make him find it so interesting.

Exposing one's shortcomings and deliberately throwing out bait is always to have a plan. He asked her to enter the world, but she did not agree. What was she asking for? What are you thinking?

Obviously it was a randomly arranged military purge, but I never thought that such an interesting little guy could be picked up on the way.

The palm of his hand slowly moved down, and with the expression of astonishment in the room beyond words, he lifted her robe and put his hand to her wound.

"hiss--"

Leng Yiyao sucked in a breath of cold air.

Hearing a crisp tearing sound, he actually lifted the cotton wool and gauze wrapped around her wound. The wound was burning with fiery pain, as if being burned by flames, but she couldn't care about it, she just felt that the eyes in front of her were too amazing...