Chapter 812 (1/2)

Zhang Xingyun didn't have good breath to go back, hum, really when he didn't hear what she said?

”Emperor!” The moment she saw Zhang Xingyun, she was very excited, but without time to speak, she was pulled into the room by Ling Xiaoya.

Originally some noisy living room instantly quiet down, only two people left.

Zhang Xingyun raises her eyes and looks into a pair of autumn eyes. She hasn't seen her for more than half a month. Ling Xiaoya is still so beautiful. Even if she just sits there, she still has a dazzling brilliance.

”You... Are back.” After watching Zhang Xingyun for a long time, Ling Xiaoya opened her mouth first, her voice was a little hoarse, and she also had a little sob.

”Well, I'm back.” Zhang Xingyun didn't look away from her eyes. She said firmly, as if she was making a promise.

There is no imagination of the storm, there is no imagination of blood, we have expected countless kinds of meeting dialogue, thought of countless solutions, but there is no such.

You're back.

When Zhang Xingyun hears these four words, it seems that something bumps into his chest, making the heart of the wind and frost tremble violently.

Even in the rain of gunfire and crisis, Zhang Xingyun did not feel her heartbeat so clearly. The original simple and warm greetings were so touching.

All the ups and downs or magnificent have the end of that moment, when all can make people blood boiling things are gone, the rest is only these simple and ordinary happiness.

For Zhang Xingyun, who is likely to die every hour and every second, such happiness is enough to make him moved.

When was the last time you felt that way?

In the dead world, every time she receives a task, as long as the blood is away, she must send herself. She doesn't say anything, just looks at her going.

They all know that the killers' lives are very fragile. They never beg for tomorrow, and they don't want to say goodbye.

I'm afraid I'll never see you again.