Imperial Commander: His Pretty Wife Is Spoiled Rotten

After handing over the evacuated nationals with the navy and the head of the embassy at the port, several helicopters that rushed back also safely evacuated and converged.

The rescue operation ended, but the team members who should have been happy were all immersed in silence.

No one rejoiced in the aftermath of a catastrophe, or relieved that the mission was accomplished, like the expatriates.

Behind, is the battlefield filled with gunpowder, war and peace, life and death, are only separated by a thin line.

Sitting on the helicopter, Yunxi carefully bandaged Mu Feichi's wound. The propeller made a loud noise, and no one spoke. The atmosphere was quiet but rarely relaxed.

Yunxi changed the dressing for Mu Feichi's blast wound all the way, not even noticing Xiao Jinglin who was opposite was staring at her, but Mu Feichi could see clearly, and the more he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

No matter what Xiao Jinglin personally came here for, he didn't bother to pursue it right now. On the contrary, it was his little girl who came out this time. Whether it was military strategy or fighting, he was much calmer than he imagined.

Having experienced the baptism of the battlefield, no matter who it is, it is impossible for that heart to be as thorough as before.

In the past two years, he has carefully protected her, just wanting to guard this exquisite heart.

But in the end, she came to the battlefield because of him.

Even though he knew in his heart that Mu Feichi's woman could not be an ordinary person, he still couldn't pass the hurdle in his heart.

Thinking of the child who was shot dead by her, his mind was full of the figure running towards him, his face covered in oil paint and dust, and he said to him with a murderous look, Mu Feichi, here I come.

She came, she came for him, and she told him that with him, there is no fear of life or death.

For so many years on the battlefield, he has never been afraid of life and death. He can't count how much blood his hands have been stained with.

Only she is the last color in his gray world, and also his last faith.

Sensing the coldness around Mu Feichi, Yunxi lowered her eyes to look at the hand that was holding her tightly, lifted the other hand that was still stained with blood, and patted it lightly, the soft strength was miraculous Soothed his emotions.

She could more or less guess what Mu Feichi was thinking. When he came back from the battlefield this time, his emotions were not right all the way. If you think about it carefully, you can see why.

When she shot the child in the small town, she heard him sigh helplessly.

This wasn't the first time she had killed someone, nor was it the first time she had used a live ammunition. The only difference was that this was a child.

But at that second, she fired with almost no hesitation.

Between Mu Feichi and this child who had been brainwashed by war and terrorist attacks, she would only choose the man who fought side by side with her and swore to protect her to the death.

With compassion in mind, live toward death.

She is such a person, reborn, and she can't always be innocent and sweet for revenge.

How can the world be as good as you want, but please be ashamed of your heart.

At the airport in a neighboring country, a group of people boarded Xiao Jinglin's private jet, waiting for the captain to adjust the route and fly back to China first.

Only then did Mu Feichi look up at Xiao Jinglin who was staring at Yunxi and him closely, and joked with a half smile: "I haven't seen Uncle Jing come out of the mountain for many years, it's really not easy!"

Xiao Jinglin glanced at him indifferently, and didn't care about him, turned his head to look at Yunxi, unzipped his pocket, carefully took out the velvet box hidden inside, opened it and handed it over.

"Girl, is this bracelet yours?"

Yun Xi glanced at the velvet box in his hand, took it for a moment in a daze, and raised her head in surprise.

"My cousin gave it back to me some time ago. She said that I wore it on my hand when I was a child, but my aunt took it away. This bracelet doesn't look like an ordinary family bracelet. There is a special pattern inside. From my mother's understanding, she probably wouldn't let me take such a valuable thing to the countryside, I have to go back and ask my uncle to find out if it is something I wore when I was a child."