Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

The male warriors didn't take this matter to heart.

Did you lose? There really is no face.

But this is not the point.

Run a little closer, and all of them asked with interest, "I heard it's still beautiful, isn't it?"

Cough cough cough.

They are not lust.

Purely curious.

The squad leader thought for a while, and said with his throat: "I didn't see it too clearly, it seems a bit pretty."

"Didn't see clearly? It seems like? Didn't you compare with her? Didn't see this clearly?"

"I didn't see it clearly, I told you..." The monitor's voice was lowered, "I stand in front of her, and I feel more stressed than standing in front of Changhu."

"I don't even dare to look at her. Even if I look at each other, I took a glance and quickly moved away. The aura is too strong and I don't dare to look at it any more."

No way!

Why doesn't it sound believable?

"Believe it or not, you'll know when you meet her. Stop talking, stop talking, and finish running quickly."

The squad leader said nothing, and sighed as he ran.

Ugh!

The biggest black spot in life.

No face to see people.

But later, it became the biggest show off in his life.

Tell his son, "Is it true that the twelve-star female general, your father, has beaten her by a hundred push-ups! I won her in a second."

The current squad leader just wants to find a piece of cloth to cover himself.

When Mu Chenyuan arrived, he happened to ran into all the male combatants in the camp who were not sleeping at midnight.

At a glance, he knew he was punished.

It was Chang Hu who received him, and he sighed with a smile: "Just laughed, it's all a stinky kid in the camp who is not up to date, and loses to An Xia in the competition."

Lost to An Xia?

"Compared to what?" Mu Chenyuan asked lightly, not surprised.

It's normal to lose to An Xia, I mainly want to know how much I lost.

Chang Hu was really hard to speak, and sighed heavily, "One hundred push-ups, three years of fighters lost."

"How many wins did Anxia win?"

"one."

Hearing this, Mu Chenyuan's cold eyes fell slightly.

Only one.

She may not be happy if she wins.

Chang Hu said again: "An Xia is not too happy yet. Tan Jing still wants to ask her why. The little girl is a little temperamental and is not willing to talk."

He said so clearly, he also wanted to let the special fighters who were sent over know the truth.

One is the good seed that Xiahou Zhanjiang personally sent to the high-speed rail.

One is a special fighter sent by Xiahou Zhanjiang to train.

Both of them are soldiers whom the Xiahou warlord valued, so don't tell the contradiction. Then he is the boss of the camp, it is really difficult to explain to the Xiahou warlord.

Mu Chenyuan tightened his thin lips.

An Xia's demands on herself were quick, and she wanted more than just defeating a three-year fighter.

But...

Want to defeat a special fighter.

For example, defeat him.

Tomorrow, see how much improvement she has made during three months of training in the special education institute.

Six o'clock in the morning

When An Xia saw Mu Chenyuan, she almost thought she was dazzled.

Look at it again, no eyes.

Wearing a training uniform standing in the playground, standing tall and straight, with handsome eyes, several female recruits around him exclaimed "so handsome."

An Xia's eyes were a little cold.

If it weren't for her to gather, she would definitely run over and ask him why he was here.

After staring a little longer, Cheng Yiluo's yin and yang weird expressions came from behind, "Some people are really not ashamed. They are idiots early in the morning."

"I don't want to think about my identity, huh, shameless."

Finding fault early in the morning, An Xia turned around and raised her hand to give Cheng Yiluo a slap in the face.

The speed was fast and fierce, and no one reacted. With a "slap", Cheng Yiluo was beaten.

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