The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

After a few months of training, I did learn some skills. Otherwise, Sun Ying would not have the confidence to think that she could kill Ye Jian. She attacked again with a deadly fighting technique. The vulnerable parts of the body, eyes, and abdomen are attacked.

The second attack continued to fail, the left arm was injured and the right arm was scratched.

The third attack was still unsuccessful, her calf was scratched again, and the pain was so painful that she could barely stand still, and the expression that she had been sure about just now became suspicious.

In the fourth attack, Ye Jian threw her over her shoulder, and threw her down severely. Sun Ying, who was thrown down, fell hard this time, and everyone fell stunned and did not get up.

How could this be?

How could this be?

Didn't the big boss say that Ye Jian was just a military academy student who had no use for what he saw and had nothing to do? Why does she fail again and again?

It hurts, it hurts, her hands and feet hurt so much, the wound must be deep, there must be a lot of blood flowing, she can feel the blood scabs formed on the sleeves and trousers, all hard Her blood coagulated.

She shed so much blood, but she never hurt Ye Jian, a bitch, never hit her once... How could this happen?

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be her being hurt again and again, it should be her knocking the bitch down again and again.

Reverse, reverse, all reverse!

The whole person was stunned, and Sun Ying's head was blank, but the deepest insistence in her heart urged her to stand up quickly and kill Ye Jian quickly.

"I won't let you go, Ye Jian, I must kill you, I must kill you!" Unable to accept that she was injured again and again, Sun Ying groped with both hands on the ground, trying to find something that could hurt others thing.

Ye Jian laughed when she heard it, her low and shallow voice and the cold wind in her ears, the cold color suddenly rose, and the chill was deep into the bones, "It's rare to have the same idea, it's just right, I didn't even think about letting you go."

Ye Jian didn't give Sun Ying a chance to get up again. With a stern look, she clasped Sun Ying's hands behind her back again, and she pressed Sun Ying's knee to death with one knee, making her lower body unable to move.

Sun Ying, whose whole body was pressed to the ground, her face was pressed to the point of being cold and dirty, and she could even smell the blood on the ground began to struggle frantically, "Let me go, bitch! Let me go! Let me go! !"

This is a pork stall, and naturally you can smell the blood. Sun Ying struggled so hard that the rough and uneven parts of her face were worn away.

"Let you go? Sun Ying, do you think you can get out of here alive tonight? Do you still think you can survive tonight and continue thinking about how to kill me tomorrow morning? Sun Ying, Sun Ying, you say, Will I keep you alive until tomorrow?"

The silver thread wrapped around her wrist once again entangled Sun Ying's arm, entangling it in circles and circles. The more Sun Ying struggled, the tighter the silver thread became. The illusion in the flesh.

What's wrapping her arm again? Why is it getting tighter and tighter!

Also, what did she just say?

Say she won't survive tonight?

Say she won't live tomorrow?

Ye Jian, slut!

She dares!

She dares!

Sun Ying regretted her life. When she heard this, her whole body exploded, her eyes widened with anger, and she was about to ask sharply, when Ye Jian suddenly twisted her whole body from behind, and listened to her yelling again, " stand up!"