Ye Qing was also a little helpless, as the cousins were also siblings: "Although people in the world can not care about the world, they have to return to the world. This is something no one can do."
A sad smile appeared on Wang Xuejiao's face: "I understand what I mean. Although everyone calls for equality, in people's hearts, people are divided into three, six or nine levels. And I am the lowest level."
Ye Qing patted her shoulder and pointed to the Shura Field in the distance: "The only thing we are luckier than them is that we are born as humans. They were born as beasts, and they will do anything to survive without dignity.
Just like Jinsha, if she were born in China, even if she couldn't become a star, she would still be a big internet celebrity. At the worst, she could become a model. With her pretty face and beautiful figure, she would definitely be able to prosper.
But in northern Myanmar, she was a plaything given to others by her grandfather. Even though this person was uglier than a pig, he still despised her as a Kachin bitch who was not even qualified to be a wife. She was said to be a lover, but in fact It’s a female slave,”
Wang Xue turned her head and whispered: "Then what am I?"
Ye Qing said categorically: "A dead soldier is also a soldier."
Wang Xue shook her head blankly: "I don't understand."
Ye Qing smiled: "The highest level of a scholar is to serve one's own responsibilities, to stand up for oneself and to practice the Tao, and to die. But the second level is to be called filial piety by the clan, and brother by the village party. These two kinds of scholars have no chance with you, only the only You can do it as a third kind of scholar."
"Please enlighten me!"
"Be respectful where you live, be respectful when serving, and be loyal to others. Even though you are a barbarian, you cannot abandon them."
Wang Xue turned her head and looked at the night hunters who were silently vigilant in the distance, and said quietly: "Just like them?"
Ye Qing nodded slightly: "They are only loyal to Chen Juncai. Even if they are asked to die, they will not hesitate."
Wang Xue looked at Ye Qing with her shining eyes: "I am also willing to be loyal to you for the rest of my life!"
Ye Qing turned to look at her and asked with a smile: "What does this mean? To swear allegiance or to express love!"
Wang Xue gritted her teeth, not knowing how to answer.
Ye Qing chuckled: "Actually, the underlying meaning of your words is that I have no other choice, so I choose to accompany you until death."
Wang Xue lowered her head sadly, tears falling: "You are right, I have no other choice."
"Time can dilute everything, including pain and suffering, so there is no need to be discouraged and sigh." Ye Qing shook his head and smiled: "Besides, you are so beautiful, God will be lenient."
Wang Xue raised her head and looked at him in surprise: "Is it useful to be beautiful?"
"Nonsense!" Ye Qing curled his lips in disdain: "It's so useful. If you were an ugly person, I wouldn't care about your life or death."
"Pfft!" Wang Xue said happily with tears in her eyes: "I thought I was too ugly to be noticed by the young master!"
Ye Qing smiled and shook his head, knowing that the reason why she talked so much was because there were too many people killed tonight, which filled her heart with fear.
She needs to build a strong belief in her heart, otherwise, she will inevitably follow in An Mengxi's footsteps.
Even he needs to adjust his mentality. Otherwise, he will really become a murderous demon.
"Beauty is only a part of you. In fact, you have a kind heart. This is what I value most!"
Wang Xue smiled bitterly: "Killing nine people in a row tonight, all with one knife, what kind of kindness is this?"
Ye Qing chuckled and said: "When the Eight-Zhan Sword is unsheathed, you are the Shura Girl; when the Eight-Zhan Sword is put back into its sheath, you are a Bodhisattva."
Wang Xue clasped her hands together and bowed in the air: "Young master, I am just a bloody sinner. I dare not blaspheme the Bodhisattva."
Ye Qing said calmly: "Vajra's angry eyes are for subduing the four demons, and the Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows are for the six realms of compassion."
Wang Xue looked up at the stars in the sky and remained silent. After a long while he said: "Master, are we coming to northern Myanmar to save all sentient beings?"
"They have nothing to do with me, why should I save them?"
"Well!"
Seeing her hesitant to speak, Ye Qing shook his head and smiled: "If we hadn't made this trouble, tonight, Mao Liang would have colluded with the old Kachin thief Sangji, and joined forces to rob Chinese businessmen. In order to cover up the truth, none of them would have survived. Won't stay.
Therefore, no matter how many people from the Kachin Independence Army who attacked the Lashio military warehouse died tonight, or how many Lashio defenders we killed, we have a clear conscience as King Kong's angry eyes subdued the four demons. "
"Then how can we show mercy to the six realms!"
"Send them to reincarnation!"
Wang Xue turned around and saw that Tanlang was leading a company from Nandu Town to clean up the battlefield.
In the battle last night, ten Maxim heavy machine guns killed thousands of Lashio defenders, and each of them died miserably with their intestines pierced and rotted to death.
Greedy Wolf's method of disposing of the corpses was simple and crude. He chose a large pit with low terrain and leaning on the hillside, and then asked the soldiers to throw the corpses into it.
The pit was almost full, and a grenade collapsed the mountain. The earth beneath the collapse directly covered the bodies, leaving no trace.
Wang Xue looked horrified. Suddenly, she was slapped on the back of her head and fainted.
Ye Qing picked up Wang Xue, turned around and walked towards the villa.
Although there were no deaths among the sixteen night hunters who followed him, all of them were injured.
Return to the villa.
Chen Juncai was standing in the office on the second floor, looking towards the battlefield. He felt relieved when he saw that everyone was returning.
The twenty-three night hunters are all children he raised since childhood, and they are also masters trained by him. Losing one of them is an unbearable pain.
Jin Sha looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes, then carried Wang Xue directly into the bathroom: "What's wrong with her?"
"Postwar Psychological Syndrome." Chen Juncai came over: "Although she has practiced martial arts, she is just an ordinary little girl. She is covered in blood, has killed too many people, and is under a lot of psychological pressure. If she is not relieved as soon as possible, she may... Will go crazy."
Ye Qing turned on the water heater, adjusted the water temperature, and filled the bathtub with water.
Only then did Wang Xue take off her bulletproof vest and take off her camisole. Her skin, which should have been as smooth as jade, was bruised everywhere.
Although the bulletproof vest helped her block the bullet, it could not stop the huge impact of the bullet.
The number of bruises on her body represents how many times she had brushes with death.
Ye Qing shook his head and smiled bitterly. He asked you to be a dead soldier, but he didn't ask you to fight so hard.
He carefully inspected her upper body. Fortunately, apart from the bruises on her body, there were only a few scratches on her arms, so there were no major problems.
She took the rain shower head and moistened her hair. A stream of blood flowed along the hanging long hair on the white ground, like bloody snakes...
He poured shampoo on her hair, gently scrubbed her hair, and turned to look at her baggy military pants, lost in thought.
To take it off or not to take it off?
