Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The battlefield is always filled with a strong smell of smoke and gunfire, and the lingering smell of blood rushes straight into people's nostrils, irritating them so much that they can't help but frown.

Qin Zhuoan was at the forefront of the army, holding the cold gun tightly in his hand.

The uneasy feeling grew stronger and stronger in his heart, making him feel inexplicably irritable.His intuition told him that Yan Qingning was in Jiang Qi's military camp.

Pine Warren dragged a man covered in blood out of the military camp, followed by Jiang Qi holding a bloody kneecap.

"Qin, I heard that you are very interested in this Oriental porcelain doll?" Pine Warren's broken Chinese was transmitted to Qin Zhuo'an through the special loudspeaker, and his arrogant tone was full of self-confidence.

"Ha..." Qin Zhuo'an sneered disdainfully, raising his eyebrows slightly and pretending not to care: "It's just a beautiful vase, and you went to all the trouble to rob it away."

He knew Jiang Qi's bad temper. The more he cared about Yan Qingning at this time, the less likely it was that Yan Qingning would come back alive.

Jiang Qi would only torture Yan Qingning more directly in front of him.

Pine Warren's expression changed, and he tilted his head to signal Jiang Qi: "Throw that thing to Qin."

Jiang Qi stared at the thing in his hand and felt sick for a long time. After getting permission, he threw it towards Qin Zhuo'an.

The bloody kneecap fell at Qin Zhuoan's feet. He paused and his eyes unconsciously fell on the bloody man being dragged by Pine Warren.

This bone...

He had a terrible suspicion in his heart, but he pretended to be disgusted on his face and kicked the bone away: "Jiang Qi, is your trick just to disgust me to death?"

"That kneecap was just cut out from this Oriental porcelain doll. I originally wanted to let Qin see how the bone I cut out was, but in the end he didn't even look at it." Pine Warren seemed to deliberately want Qin Zhuo to An Xin felt unhappy and threw Yan Qingning, who was covered in blood, in front of his eyes, brushing away his hair that was stuck to his face with blood, revealing his clear and elegant face.

Qin Zhuo'an's body trembled, and the hand holding the gun tightened, but his face was still holding on: "It's just a useless vase. If I don't pretend to be nice to him, what are you doing?" So you can choose to use him as a target?"

The distance between the two parties was not very close, and Pine Warren couldn't see the subtle discomfort in Qin Zhuo'an. He only thought that Qin Zhuo'an really didn't care about Yan Qingning's life or death.

He was a little panicked, and he didn't even have the composure to threaten him at the beginning: "Qin, you have to think clearly. If you really don't care about him, he will have no use value here."

"It's just a beautiful vase. If you lose it, just find another one." He suppressed the impulse in his heart and forced himself to say these words against his will.

These words completely cut off Jiang Qi and Pine Warren. They stared at Yan Qingning resentfully, "Don't blame us, it was Qin who refused to save you."

"I heard that there is a kind of punishment in the East, which is to scrape off a person's skin bit by bit." Pine Warren seemed to have the idea of ​​breaking the jar, and the thin blade was close to Yan Qingning's skin, and finally Threatening Qin Zhuo'an: "Qin, as long as you withdraw your troops and let us leave, I can return this Oriental porcelain doll to you."

"What are you thinking about?" Qin Zhuo'an tried his best to suppress his instinct, and the hand holding the gun unconsciously tightened: "It's not easy for me to find an opportunity to kill you all. How could it be possible because of an already disabled person? A decent waste to give up?”

The thin blade scraped his flesh, and Ling Chi's pain forced him to wake up from the chaos. Jiang Qi pointed the trumpet at his mouth, forcing him to scream in pain to restrain Qin Zhuo'an.

At the end of their rope, they already regard Yan Qingning as the only way to control Qin Zhuoan.

Yan Qingning endured the severe pain and said the last words to Qin Zhuoan through the horn they handed him: "Qin Zhuoan... I want to... see the sun... I want to... let the sun... set..."

Qin Zhuoan's body trembled, and his hesitation finally got an answer. With red eyes, he ordered in a cold voice: "Light the explosive pack!"

"All hands on deck, ready to shoot!"

He picked up the gun, aimed at Yan Qingning's heart, and pulled the trigger.This shot was the moment when he felt most anxious, but it also happened to be the moment when he was most accurate.

The sound of gunfire sounded the clarion call of war. For a moment, the sound of explosions and gunfire were mixed together, forming a wonderful symphony of war.

"Damn it! When did they plant the explosives!" Jiang Qi cursed angrily, but did not dare to stay here and ran away like a bereaved dog.

Pine Warren had no time to use thin blades to torture Yan Qingning, so he went with Jiang Qi to find an escape route.

There were an unknown number of explosives under the stronghold, and the roar of the explosion almost shattered people's eardrums.

But Yan Qingning couldn't care so much. He squinted hard to see the power of the explosion, and carefully reached out to grab it like a child, with the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Look, the sun is rising...

The darkness will soon end...