Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

why?

This question is not easy to answer.

An Xia turned her head, her eyes dark as day and night looked at Mu Chenyuan, after thinking about it, she agreed.

To solve Cheng Ming's confusion, "Maybe he looks much better than you."

Well, it's not more beautiful, but much more beautiful.

The quantifiers are different, the former is lighter and the latter is extremely heavy.

Cheng Ming exhaled, adjusted his emotions, and said: "Team Mu has the highest face value in the team."

Oh, woman!

Sure enough, look at the face!

No breath, no breath, he is not breath, no one can replace his breath when he is sick!

Oh shit!

"I have plastic surgery now, is it too late?" Not angry, not angry, he just asked.

An Xia looked around his facial features, and answered very seriously, "You actually look good, so don't stand with him."

"..." Cheng Ming exhaled, inhaled, smiling, "Understood, thanks for reminding."

"You're welcome."

Cheng Ming stepped back and continued to smile, "It should be."

Mu Chenyuan, who has been forgotten for a long time, stabilized An Xia, his thin lips disappeared sharply, and said calmly: "Raise your feet."

The handsome face was indifferent and his eyes were calm, as if he hadn't heard the "good-looking" conversation that was exclusive to him just now.

An Xia was also calm.

She didn't say anything bad about him, and she said it face to face when she praised him. There was nothing to be embarrassing about her.

The upper body pillowed it, and the blood flowed back from the upper body with the focus, and it was no longer stiff and tight, but after a while the muscles relaxed, and the stiff lower limbs began to gradually regain consciousness.

Lifting the foot, although the knee is still a little stiff and cannot be bent normally, it is not a problem to step.

You don't need his help if you can walk.

Anxia immediately stopped relying on him, straightened up and thanked him, "Thank you, I can go by myself."

That one is simple and neat, and has the potential to be a scumbag.

"You're welcome." Mu Chenyuan naturally let go and stood side by side with An Xia.

Although there was no more help, the steps taken under her feet kept pace with An Xia, the muscles of her hands were tight, and she was secretly ready to help others at any time.

An Xia dragged two straight legs, walked slowly, and moved slowly. After moving about five meters away, the stiff joints finally softened and he was able to walk in a small arc.

Accompanying Mu Chenyuan to see this, did not continue to go on together, stopped, and said indifferently: "Strengthen exercise, with your potential, it will be effective in half a month."

"Well, I will speed up." An Xia also stopped, looking back at Mu Chenyuan, who was covered in coldness, "You haven't answered my question."

"You said, what purpose can I let you have, if not, why do the two special forces take care of me like this? Captain Mu, I have no purpose, but you have a purpose for me."

His eyes were cold and pressured, and he was no longer indifferent when chatting with him just now, his posture was awe-inspiring, and he had risen above the clouds, looking down on all beings.

Cheng Ming smacked his tongue secretly.

Be good.

Miss An turned her face faster than she turned a book, so she turned it off guard.

After a moment of stillness, Mu Chenyuan said calmly: "There is indeed a purpose."

An Xia hooked her lips, as expected.

"It won't hurt your purpose." The indifferent and black eyes narrowed down the previous fierceness and looked at each other calmly, "I think you understand it in your heart."

This is true.

I really wanted to hurt her, I shot it early.

An Xia pressed her eyebrows, pressed her impatience in her heart, and sank her head, "Go back and tell the boss above that my back is clean and there is nothing to investigate."

Seeing that Mu Chenyuan helped her twice, he reminded me kindly, and reminded everyone to return to the bridge after the bridge and pass by, and they are irrelevant.