Disabled commander begging for a kiss in my arms every night

Chapter 186 186 Extreme anger is silent.

They acted as if there was only each other left in the whole world, coaxing each other patiently and meticulously with unparalleled tenderness and love.

And the one was lying quietly in the arms of the other party, so well-behaved and quiet that it was hard to imagine that before this moment, she was still the one who was holding a knife and full of murderous eyes.

There were six people in the living room, but before Ye Zhan really calmed down, no one made a sound except Xie Jin.

It's not that they don't want to, but that they don't dare and can't.

A mental force field filled with coldness and oppression firmly locked the entire living room, even the air seemed to be suffocated as if frozen, and even the bone marrow felt as if it was frozen.

Xie Jin's mental force field didn't even deliberately attack them, but the horrifying dark matter and silent killing intent contained in it made the few people present dare not even breathe a little.

why?
Didn't it say it was abolished?
Why is there such a terrifying mental force field?

But feeling that dark and violent breath is so different from the mental force field of a normal individual soldier. It is full of strong ominous meaning, as if his entire mental force field and even the spiritual realm have been completely suppressed. Those dark matter polluted.

It has reached this point, how can people not be crazy?
But this idea only appeared in Ye Wuqing's mind for a moment, and he was so horrified that he couldn't think about it anymore.

Because the man in the wheelchair finally turned around, and for the first time since entering the house, turned his gaze to them.

In his silver-gray eyes, there was no fury, hostility or killing intent in Ye Wuqing's imagining.

It's an emotionless coldness.

Like a lake full of white mist under the snow-capped mountains in the cold winter, it is silent and deep, and you can't see the bottom, and it can quietly drown everything.

Ye Wuqing felt unable to breathe.

He looked like a dying man strangled by the neck, his mouth half-opened with protruding eyes, and a painful hoo hoo came out of his throat.

At this moment, he regretted so much, why did he come here, why did he provoke Ye Zhan's anger, why didn't he run away earlier, before Xie Jin came back?

The shadow of death enveloped him, his eyes gradually turned upwards, his face turned from white to purple, there was only air coming out of his nose and mouth, and the sharp pain in his chest and lungs made him dizzy because of his fast heartbeat.

The next moment, he just rolled his eyes and pouted.

And Xie Jin just glanced at him, he didn't give Ye Wuqing any more eyes when he passed out, the next time, his eyes fell on Andre.

I've seen it once before.

He had something to deal with that day, and he was at the military department, but he didn't expect to meet Andre who came to the military department to help his father run errands.

The first thing Andre said when he saw him was to tell him to put Zhanzhan away.

Xie Jin ignored him and left, but he was still yelling a lot of words behind him.

Although he didn't look him in the eye, at that time Andre looked like a dog, and his tone implied complacency and even a little high-spirited.

And now.

He fell limply to the ground like a puddle of mud, sitting with difficulty against the wall, with a bloody wound on his shoulder, blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of mania that he couldn't suppress, and...fear.

His mania came from the fact that he was vulnerable at this time and then suffered a serious mental injury.

His fear came from the heavy blow he received in the spiritual realm the moment Xie Jin appeared.

At this time, Andre's mental field was in a frenzy, and there were faint signs of collapse and runaway. He tried his best to suppress it, but he felt more and more clearly the collapse of his mental force field.

Once he really went berserk and out of control, he would either go completely insane and blew himself up, or his mental realm would be shattered like Xie Jin, and he would become a cripple who could no longer use his mental power.

Panting, he struggled to maintain a trace of sobriety, and met Xie Jin's gaze.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, holding someone in his arms, his posture looked unusually precious, one hand protected Ye Zhan's head, letting her bury her face in her chest, and the other hand would comfort her on her back from time to time patting coaxing.

Ye Zhan should feel particularly at ease and even comfortable, because her spiritual power overflowing from vague instability before became stable and relaxed, and even her breath became sweeter.

For Andre at this time, this kind of breath that seems to be nothing seems to be the most addictive D product. It desperately drills into the crevices of his bones, making his soul clamoring wildly, wanting to get closer, wanting to taste , want to have.

But he was nailed to the spot.

Because the man whose movements and gestures looked extremely gentle and could even be called gentle, looked at him with completely different eyes, which made people chill.

It was far more horrifying for Andre than seeing the white lion, which seemed to be stepping on a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, covered in killing and violence.

He couldn't describe, couldn't define that look.

This look obviously doesn't even seem to have much emotional ups and downs, so calm and indifferent.

But when his instinct met this look, he frantically urged him to run for his life.

However, he was locked by the powerful mental force field, and he couldn't move a single finger.

Xie Jin only glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, and said something softly to Ye Zhan in his arms.

He should have used his mental power, so Andre couldn't hear what he said.

He only saw Ye Zhan shook his head, then raised his hand and grabbed Xie Jin's collar.

He lightly grabbed a small corner of the collar, but Xie Jin seemed to be firmly locked by an indestructible chain, and he followed her wishes without hesitation.

With someone in his arms, he steered the wheelchair towards Andre.

The wheelchair stopped three steps away in front of Andre.

His eyes drooped slightly, he looked at Andre indifferently, and finally said the first sentence to him.

"Which hand?"

Andre caught his meaning almost instantly.

What he asked was the hand that hurt Ye Zhan and touched Ye Zhan.

The obvious finger marks on Ye Zhan's right wrist, as well as the swollen appearance of her almost breaking her wrist, can be seen at a glance, which is shocking.

From the time Xie Jin picked her up to coaxing her non-stop for a long time, he hasn't even glanced there.

It turned out that he didn't see it.

Andre opened his mouth, but what came out was a scream.

Because a long sword appeared suddenly, and cut off the tendons of his left and right hands quickly and accurately, with less than a second between them, as if the two hands were cut off at the same time.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

Andre, who was sweating profusely from the pain, heard Xie Jin say this.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a chill on his neck, and the sword, which was not even stained with blood, landed on his throat.

The blade of the sword was glowing with a cold silver light, and with the swing just now, it seemed like snowflakes appeared in the air in an instant, and then melted away without a trace, accompanied by frost.

This is the Commander's exclusive weapon, and his favorite weapon.

In this era when various high-tech thermal weapons are the mainstream, what he likes to use is a cold weapon.

He doesn't use this sword easily, but if he uses it, he will harvest countless heads.

This is something that countless people in the Star Alliance know.

But now, the sword was on his throat.

(End of this chapter)