With that, the warlord planned to walk up.

    He just moved.

    The girl in front of me spoke.

    "Don''t move, or..."

    She was silent and quiet, and took a half step back.

    The distance that was close to the door, now if you step back in the future, it will be a direct half foot into hell.

    ……

    At that moment, there was a sudden buzzing in his brain.

    The blood of the whole body seemed to freeze at that moment.

    He stopped suddenly.

    The fingertips hanging on one side are white and stiff.

    Jing Yanxiu looked at her movements. Her pupils tightened. She was stiff there. She didn''t feel and didn''t dare to move.

    When the girl stepped back, an unprecedented panic moment occupied his brain.

    It was as if - at that moment, the whole world was about to fall apart from him.

    Panic, fear and helplessness poured into his nerves like a ball of wool that couldn''t be taken care of.

    He opened his eyes slightly, looked at the unexpected scene, and couldn''t stop to think. He seemed to be holding his breath, staring at each other''s movements, afraid to breathe and act rashly.

    The unstoppable young warlord on the battlefield now unloaded his gun and raised his hand like a embarrassed loser.

    He begged her in an almost dumb voice.

    "Don''t..."

    hold it.

    Don''t do that.

    Don''t step back.

    It''s dangerous there.

    The Warlord''s body trembled, caught off guard and unprepared. Panic and shock almost all surged to the top of his heart. The fingertips stained with blood were cold and stiff, and the light gold thin chain falling in front of his heart shook slightly, emitting a cold color.

    "Come here, will you?"

    His thin lips were pale, and his face was extremely pale.

    Those black eyes looked at her absently. There was only her figure and only her under the pupil.

    He had already lost his calm and self-control in the past. At that moment, it was like a fragile glass mirror that was gently touched, turned into thousands of pieces and cut your heart.

    "No."

    She shook her head and stepped back a little.

    Her expression was almost indifferent.

    "No... don''t..."

    The young warlord almost trembled and hurried out his voice. He wanted to go over, but he knew it would only push the girl farther and more dangerous. He could only hold back and stand there.

    He didn''t dare to come forward. The finger bones he held had turned horribly pale, and his thinking ability had been completely lost at that moment.

    His eyes were only the man at the front, and his ears were the roaring wind outside the train door.

    "Second master."

    The girl suddenly whispered to him.

    He looked at it with trembling long eyelashes. His voice was hoarse. He looked at each other''s calm eyes. His heart seemed to be tightly held by a pair of big hands.

    He seems to know what the other party is going to say.

    Pale, humble and helpless, he shook his head.

    No

    Don''t say.

    The girl didn''t seem to be aware of the Warlord''s begging. She smiled and said, "second Lord, I''m really happy with you."

    Her voice was soft, and her tea eyes were no longer without emotion. Instead, she sang with a smile.

    "Although you always eat vinegar for no reason and sulk me, I still like you very much."

    "It''s really scary when you''re angry, but it''s easy to coax."

    Suddenly she lowered her voice.

    "I thought you cared about me before, so I just coaxed you to be happy. Now think about it, in fact..."

    She looked up and smiled.

    "It''s because you never cared about me, did you?"