Chapter 598： You came
Chapter 598 You are here
What catches the eye is a piece of purgatory on earth, bullying the few with the more, using three times the number to strangle the team of dozens of young wives.
Seeing this scene, Tan Anjun's eyes were bloodshot and red, distressed, angry, resentful... All kinds of emotions filled his chest, almost burning his only reason.
With an order, the hundreds of troops following behind rushed into the battlefield in three teams. The left and right teams outflanked the two wings respectively to prevent the bandits from being defeated and escaped. Go in line.
Tan Anjun spotted his little wife walking through the crowd at first glance, joined the squadron and went straight to her.
At this moment, he just wants to fly to her, take her under his wings to protect her, prevent her from getting hurt, or fight side by side with her, against the enemy together.
Yang Lan'er's team, facing such a powerful enemy, watched the companions around him fall down, suffering and enduring, trying hard to repel the enemy, but with more energy than energy, the blow to the spirit can be imagined.
However, when they heard the sound of neat horseshoes, everyone was refreshed, their bodies seemed to be infused with chicken blood, their strength returned instantly, and they rushed towards the enemy quickly, knowing that rescuers had arrived.
"Lan'er." Tan Anjun rushed to his little wife, leaning back to her, and said softly.
Yang Lan'er glanced back at him slightly, leaning against his solid back, but inexplicably felt that her heart had fallen back to the real place, and she felt very relieved: "You are here."
Three simple words made the man feel a sudden pain in his heart. It was because he failed to protect her well and frightened her.
"Well, I'm late, are you okay? Are you injured?" Tan Anjun stood here, with an aura that made no one dare to approach him within one meter.
The thugs also knew that this pair of men and women were not friendly, so they didn't dare to seek their own death and joined in.
Persimmons are picked softly, and people's tendency to avoid profit is brought to the extreme.
"I'm fine, it's just..." Yang Lan'er glanced around in pain, she took her willfulness for granted, but she hurt many guards.
Tan Anjun wrapped his little wife's hand in his big palm, interrupted what she was about to say, and comforted him softly: "It's just an accident, it's because my husband didn't arrive in time, it's because my husband didn't think carefully, you Look...we've won."
The man was afraid that she would blame herself and feel guilty, so he took all the responsibility on himself.
Yang Lan'er suddenly had a sore nose and astringent eyes, almost letting her emotions leak out. No matter how strong and independent a woman is, she is inexplicably fragile and loves to act like a baby in front of the man she loves.
The battlefield on Banpo was quickly brought under control, and the battlefield was cleaned up to count the number of people.
The rain did not know when it stopped, and the fresh air after the rain was sucked into everyone's lungs, and they felt cold in their hearts.
Yang Lan'er didn't have much time to be sensational, she restrained her pitiful sentimentality, and quickly joined the action of treating the wounded. She used the best wound medicine made in the space, and it was half an hour after she finished her work.
Besieged by gangsters this time, ten guards were killed or injured, seven or eight were seriously injured, and the others were more or less slightly injured.
These were all chosen by her personally, trained by Duan Yan, and accompanied her all the way from Chong County to Pengcheng. Although the time was not long, the relationship was the deepest.
But because of her taking it for granted, they were too willful and died at the border. The oldest of them was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest was less than fifteen. Such a youthful life came to an end at this moment. It should be...
(end of this chapter)
What catches the eye is a piece of purgatory on earth, bullying the few with the more, using three times the number to strangle the team of dozens of young wives.
Seeing this scene, Tan Anjun's eyes were bloodshot and red, distressed, angry, resentful... All kinds of emotions filled his chest, almost burning his only reason.
With an order, the hundreds of troops following behind rushed into the battlefield in three teams. The left and right teams outflanked the two wings respectively to prevent the bandits from being defeated and escaped. Go in line.
Tan Anjun spotted his little wife walking through the crowd at first glance, joined the squadron and went straight to her.
At this moment, he just wants to fly to her, take her under his wings to protect her, prevent her from getting hurt, or fight side by side with her, against the enemy together.
Yang Lan'er's team, facing such a powerful enemy, watched the companions around him fall down, suffering and enduring, trying hard to repel the enemy, but with more energy than energy, the blow to the spirit can be imagined.
However, when they heard the sound of neat horseshoes, everyone was refreshed, their bodies seemed to be infused with chicken blood, their strength returned instantly, and they rushed towards the enemy quickly, knowing that rescuers had arrived.
"Lan'er." Tan Anjun rushed to his little wife, leaning back to her, and said softly.
Yang Lan'er glanced back at him slightly, leaning against his solid back, but inexplicably felt that her heart had fallen back to the real place, and she felt very relieved: "You are here."
Three simple words made the man feel a sudden pain in his heart. It was because he failed to protect her well and frightened her.
"Well, I'm late, are you okay? Are you injured?" Tan Anjun stood here, with an aura that made no one dare to approach him within one meter.
The thugs also knew that this pair of men and women were not friendly, so they didn't dare to seek their own death and joined in.
Persimmons are picked softly, and people's tendency to avoid profit is brought to the extreme.
"I'm fine, it's just..." Yang Lan'er glanced around in pain, she took her willfulness for granted, but she hurt many guards.
Tan Anjun wrapped his little wife's hand in his big palm, interrupted what she was about to say, and comforted him softly: "It's just an accident, it's because my husband didn't arrive in time, it's because my husband didn't think carefully, you Look...we've won."
The man was afraid that she would blame herself and feel guilty, so he took all the responsibility on himself.
Yang Lan'er suddenly had a sore nose and astringent eyes, almost letting her emotions leak out. No matter how strong and independent a woman is, she is inexplicably fragile and loves to act like a baby in front of the man she loves.
The battlefield on Banpo was quickly brought under control, and the battlefield was cleaned up to count the number of people.
The rain did not know when it stopped, and the fresh air after the rain was sucked into everyone's lungs, and they felt cold in their hearts.
Yang Lan'er didn't have much time to be sensational, she restrained her pitiful sentimentality, and quickly joined the action of treating the wounded. She used the best wound medicine made in the space, and it was half an hour after she finished her work.
Besieged by gangsters this time, ten guards were killed or injured, seven or eight were seriously injured, and the others were more or less slightly injured.
These were all chosen by her personally, trained by Duan Yan, and accompanied her all the way from Chong County to Pengcheng. Although the time was not long, the relationship was the deepest.
But because of her taking it for granted, they were too willful and died at the border. The oldest of them was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the youngest was less than fifteen. Such a youthful life came to an end at this moment. It should be...
(end of this chapter)
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