Chapter 167 You Are Not Focusing
Even he, a man covered in darkness, was slowly infected, and even without realizing it, he still remembered the names of all the soldiers.

Also, there was no hatred or contempt in those people’s eyes. Instead, there was respect and love, and enthusiasm that made them willing to give everything they had for the heroes and their devout beliefs.

Is this how his mother wanted him to feel?
If he really did it like Leon Claude.

Does it mean that it is possible to get Chie’s love?
Even if she couldn’t get it, could she reach out to him with a gentle and calm look, like she would to an ordinary friend?
He dreamed of her smiling face countless times.

Her eyebrows are curved, and her eyelashes flutter like butterfly wings. She is clean, bright, and soft, surpassing all the beautiful things in the world.

That was the light he had been chasing from beginning to end.

Just thinking about her smile made a sticky, sweet heat surge up his throat.

It made him very excited.

Leon moved the corners of his mouth and smiled at Qianzhi, like a new ghost crawling out of hell, trying his best to imitate humans and please her.

He lowered his eyes again, staring greedily at Qianzhi’s fingertips, with the tip of his tongue pressing against his mouth.

A big hand covered Qianzhi’s fingers.

Ian calmly took back the pendant for Qianzhi.

Leon withdrew his hand and looked at Ian for a few seconds, the corners of his smiling lips were cold.

He twisted his fingers, as if he was missing the remaining body temperature of the thousands of branches on the pendant, and then he spoke slowly.

“The burial place of the soldiers is a secret. If you want to dig out the address, you need to check it one by one at the soldier registration office with the support of the original data.”

“How long will it take?” Qianzhi knew that the longer it took, the more likely Rhodes would make new, sinister and dangerous moves.

“One week.”

He saw the girl’s beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned again, and her dark pupils flickered within her emerald green irises. She swayed slightly in his direction, then glanced evasively to other corners.

What is he thinking about? His lovely, beautiful, smart little flower?

How do you want to get rid of Rhodes?
Or how to get rid of him?

After a short meeting.

Qianzhi was coaxed by Ian and taken to the battleship’s guest room to rest.

She responded obediently to the man’s gentle and low inquiries, and then leaned over and rubbed his chest softly.

Ian glanced at the meeting time on his wrist, frowned secretly, unbuttoned his cuffs anxiously, and placed his fingertips on the edge of the girl’s long skirt.

In the dark room, there were brief sounds of rustling clothes, the sound of sticky water, and the soft gasps of a little girl.

Ian rubbed the glands that were a little painful because of the vines, and gently placed the girl who had fallen asleep in his arms on the bed. He stared at her gently for a while before reluctantly leaving the room.

There was a click of a door closing, and after a while, Qianzhi suddenly opened her eyes.

She lowered her head and thought for a while with a gloomy look, then opened the door and walked out.

All corners of the Imperial battleship are open to Qianzhi. In order to make it easier for her to enter each room, she is even equipped with special fingerprint locks and pupil recognition devices. Of course, Qianzhi also knows the passwords to all the rooms.

She stood in front of the huge iron gate and refused to be identified, choosing instead to enter the password.

Inside is a huge arsenal of weapons.

She ran her fingers over the black sheathed swords on the countertop and glanced up at the guns of varying sizes, makes and models displayed on the shelves.

The slender fingers paused for a moment, stopping beside a small pocket gun, as if intending to pick it up. Suddenly, a large hand with slender joints reached out from her side and grabbed her wrist.

“If I were you, I would choose the one next to it.” Sylvie’s lazy and low-pitched voice sounded from beside her.

The man pressed his broad chest against her back, one arm around her waist, the other holding her wrist, and deftly turning her around so that she was facing him.

“Baby, for an interesting activity like a day trip on a battleship, you should ask me, a professional tour guide, to come with you.”

He winked at her and silently pulled her away from the gun area.

“Our Qianqian’s hands are so small and soft. What if these hard things hurt Qianqian’s hands?” He leaned over and blew into her ear.

“There is a garden built specially for Qianqian over there on the battleship. Do you want to go take a look?”

He smiled and tried to divert Chizhi’s attention, but the girl’s eyes were still on the weapons rack, silently rejecting his proposal.

Sylvie sighed secretly. Although his little girl was cute, she was sometimes so stubborn that she wouldn’t listen to anything he said.

“Then…” The fancy peacock rolled his eyes and picked up the black whip beside him. “If Qianqian wants to defend herself, this is a good choice.”

He ran his fingers from the slightly thicker end of the whip to the thinner end, placed it on Qianzhi’s fingertips, and let her point it at herself.

“Flexible, lightweight, and powerful enough to strike, like this,” he demonstrated, inserting his fingers between hers and causing her forearms to sway slightly.

In a seemingly soft and powerless movement, the vicious snake that sprang out like a whip licked Savior’s side viciously.

The sound of cloth tearing and the crisp sound of hitting skin suddenly rang out.

The man’s protective suit was actually torn apart in an instant, revealing the cold white skin under the dark grey fabric. A long red scratch ran across his waist, oozing out a little blood.

Xiweier groaned softly, but his expression showed no pain at all, as if she was inflicting extreme pleasure on him.

His handsome eyebrows narrowed slightly, his pupils dilated slightly due to the brief stimulation, and his fair cheeks quickly turned a bright red.

“Xavier, doesn’t it hurt you–” Qianzhi wanted to put down the whip, but the man’s fingers pinched it tightly.

“Qianqian, you look so sexy when you hold this thing.” He breathed quickly and arched his waist and abdomen forward, allowing the end of her whip to touch the beautiful red scar.

The hot body pressed against her, the red flesh that had been bruised pressed against her chest and abdomen, the warm pheromone aroma overflowing and rising from the wound.

Qianzhi licked her lips, bit the tip of her tongue, and used the end of the whip to stroke Xiweier’s strong and full chest, passing over the undulating abdominal muscles, and then pressed down.

“Yes, that’s it.” He urged softly in her ear.

He could strip himself naked and let those beautiful scars, the girl’s unexpressed anger and desire cover his entire body.

Adorn her with lust and love, and let her fall into the trap of desire that you have woven for her.

As long as the girl in front of him completely forgets about her so-called mission and destiny and no longer pays attention to that insignificant man.

Her hands should be clean, her sight should be filled to the brim with her sentinels.

She doesn’t need to do anything for anyone else.

He would take care of it all for her.

“Syvil,” the girl’s whip tail lifted his chin, causing his neck to raise in a fragile arc, his larynx trembling.

Her expression was gloomy, and the whip tail stroked the cartilage.

“You’re not paying attention.”