Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"Only for the first time."

Ye Qianxiao's tone was very indifferent, as indifferent as if it was the first time to come to bear a load of 10 kilometers. The kind of light tone was as if life was a thing for her, but it was worthless.

Mo Shangyun was a little surprised.

Three years ago, she might be the first to determine that Ye Qianxiao couldn't get along with herself. This conceptual disagreement made her even too lazy to justify and go to Ye Qianxiao to express her importance and opinion on a human life.

However, this was not three years ago.

So, there was only a little surprise.

Because I have seen a lot of different things, I learned that this world is not what she has seen in the past ten years or so, and there are many untouched, unseen, and even unimagined existences.

After a long time, I am used to not making random evaluations based on my own limited world, because many times that is the self-righteous idea of ​​the frog at the bottom of the well.

In the past, she learned to understand and then make evaluations. Gradually, she didn't even want to do evaluations because she found that what she saw was not necessarily true, and her understanding was not necessarily comprehensive.

She was in contact with Qian Xiao overnight, and intuitively believed that Ye Qianxiao was not that kind of murderous, nor was she passionate about killing.

Not even the kind of person who has a contempt for all life.

A moment later, Mo Shangyun asked: "Is it difficult to get started for the first time?"

Liang Zhiqiong blinked and blinked, looking at these two people in an inconceivable way as if they were chatting, talking about such a heavy topic.

"It's hard to tell."

Ye Qianxiao shook her knife and shrugged at her.

It is different from these normal soldiers. When Ye Qianxiao first started, it was because her life was endangered. She could only feel lucky to resolve the death crisis, and she still has the ability to survive. Normal emotions such as guilt, fear, and self-doubt are not obvious to her.

It took soldiers for a few years to slowly understand the psychological changes of these young people who had never been exposed to death. Therefore, it was difficult for her to imagine how Mo Shangyun, who had not killed anyone, had such a skill.

In Ye Qianxiao's concept, this is a bit difficult.

However, since this level of practice can be achieved, the last step is also easy to achieve-people who are trained as leaders in this industry will not have a very weak psychological defense line.

The finger moved slightly, the closed knife detached from the scabbard, and the folding knife revealed the blade. She lifted her left hand, and the blade of the knife flashed in the field of vision.

Mo Shangyun didn't even move.

She didn't feel half murderous.

It's just that the tip of the knife pressed against the point, and it was really a bit cold under such hot weather.

Seeing Mo Shangjun's concentration, Ye Qianxiao gently tickled her lower lip and asked, "Do you think life is important?"

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun thought for a while and then answered truthfully.

At the very least, from her current perspective, life is indeed very important.

She couldn't convince herself that the two men who had just fallen in front of them were worthless.

This is the concept that the world around her has instilled her from small to large, plus seeing the passing of those who cherish it with her own eyes, so she cherishes every fresh life even more.

Therefore, she likes those who have ideas and maintain a positive attitude-because at the very least, they live themselves like individuals.

"No, life is only important when you think it is important. There are many people in this world, unless the Virgin, otherwise no one will be sad because of the death of an unknown person. Every time someone is dead, but you don’t You can take care of yourself by paying attention." Ye Qianxiao took the knife back, lifted the finger of his right hand, and bounced the knife into the scabbard. "In the eyes of those few people, your two lives are worthless. . He wants to kill you, you have to kill him if you want to live."

"You," Ye Qianxiao glanced at Mo Shangyun, and then, after sweeping Liang Zhiqiong behind his eyes, he asked in a word, "Do you want to die?"

Liang Zhiqiong, who had been listening carefully, shook his head almost subconsciously.

And Mo Shangyun frowned gently.

Admittedly, Ye Qianxiao said... makes sense.

Perhaps, she was also very successful in persuading her, eliminating her sense of guilt in the face of two lives.

But Ye Qianxiao said such a truth, and it was so real that Mo Shangyun couldn't help but think deeply.

She began to understand the problem that Lu Yang was entangled with, a difficult problem that he could not find the answer to, but could only trust himself to eliminate guilt.

"Just talk," Ye Qianxiao smiled, put away the knife and reminded, "Drive."

"Ok."

Mo Shenyun nodded as he recovered.

Liang Zhiqiong slowly retracted his neck back, feeling that he had figured out something, and Meiyu Shu spread out, feeling suddenly relieved of anything.

When the car drove a distance, Ye Qianxiao seemed to think of something and said to them again: "Yes, someone is watching you."

"Huh." Mo Shangyun nodded.

"You already know?" Ye Qianxiao raised her eyebrows.

"Yes." Mo Shangyun responded, and then asked, "Have you been in contact with Lu Yang's kidnappers?"

"Contacted a few times."

Ye Qianxiao opened the car window, and the wind blew in from the outside.

Although the air conditioner can cool down, but it feels unpleasant, she doesn't like it.

"Can you tell me something?" Mo Shangyun asked immediately.

After a pause, Ye Qianxiao seemed to realize something, and asked with some amusement: "You two don't know anything, so you rushed to save people?"