"Captain!?" The inquiring voices of soldiers standing guard came from outside the door.

"Shut up!" A female voice suppressing anger came from the door.

In the reception room,

The wooden coffee table is shattered,

Fragments of porcelain cups scattered all over the floor.

A middle-aged woman with short hair sat on the sofa. Her face looked angry, her right hand clenched into a fist, crushing the cup in her hand. In the palm of her hand, the tea mixed with blood flowed outward, accompanied by the sizzling sound of porcelain fragments being rubbed and crushed.

"Hu..." After a while, the woman's body trembled slightly, took a deep breath, pressing the rolling emotions in her chest, and her eyes were still looking at the TV screen ahead.

In the TV screen, there are the scenes of the audience clapping their hands enthusiastically, and the proud faces of the winner team.

Although everything just now was over, she still couldn't forget Gao Junwei's terrified and trembling appearance.

The moment the girl took a step, he was frightened and crawled to the side in a panic, like a stray dog ​​bullied.

"Waste!!!" The short-haired woman sat on the sofa, staring at the TV screen with her eyes tightly, opened her bloody right hand, shook off the crushed porcelain cup residue, and picked and picked in the bloody right palm of her right hand, pinched out pieces of porcelain cup.

However, before her right palm was cleaned, she suddenly stood up, furious, kicked the mess on the ground, and came to the TV with big strides, smashed the TV to pieces with one punch...

In the field,

Jiang Xiao was sitting on the ground to remove vines, and his body suddenly shivered.

Han Jiangxue happened to come to his side and whispered with concern: "The snow is getting heavier and heavier. After going back, put on the down jacket."

"Yeah." Jiang Xiao responded, holding the fighting blade in one hand and cutting the vines quickly. Zhang Mingming really wanted to kill himself.

Looking at the pile of vines, it almost wrapped Jiang Xiao's thighs, dense, complex, and extremely flexible, completely limiting Jiang Xiao's actions. Even though Zhang Mingming had already left the stage, Jiang Xiao had not yet escaped.

Thanks to Xia Yan's pushing up at that time, if it weren't for her flame arc to hold Yu Zhen back, according to Jiang Xiao's current state, he would definitely be slammed by lightning and his whole body was burnt...

Bang!

A huge wooden blade was directly inserted into the ground, and a big burning wooden blade was used to cut off the roots.

Xia Yan shook her chestnut short hair, with snowflakes on her head, and said impatiently: "Hurry up, don't let my Xuexue accompany you to the cold."

Jiang Xiao:???

Xia Yan said: "What are you looking at? Why don't you hurry up?"

Jiang Xiao: "I want to be quick, but my strength doesn't allow it."
Chapter completed!