Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Chapter 370: The Useless Lady vs. the Federal General 23

"boring."

Quan Jiuxi's voice was as clear as broken ice hitting a jade plate, with a hint of nonchalant laziness.

When she retracted her natal sword with her backhand, the silver sword body drew a brilliant arc of light under the setting sun, and the obsidian on the sword tassel swayed slightly with the movement, reflecting a cold luster.

The sword seemed to have life. The moment it touched her palm, it turned into a stream of light and sank into her skin, leaving only a circle of light golden lines on her wrist, which disappeared in a flash.

She landed slowly on the ground as light as a feather, her combat uniform sweeping across the slimy, scorched earth without a single stain on it.

The exposed ankles were slender and graceful, and she was wearing a pair of short boots woven with silver threads. The stardust fragments on the toes of the boots slid down when they touched the ground, leaving tiny spots of light.

[Sir! The progress of the strategy is skyrocketing—30 percent! 40 percent! 50 percent!]

The mechanical sound in his mind was filled with excitement. Xiaoyi's virtual image was dancing in the sea of ​​consciousness, and even fireworks effects burst out from the round blue ball of light.

Quan Jiuxi simply raised his eyebrows slightly, his amber pupils reflecting the burning ruins in the distance, without any obvious emotional fluctuations.

The ground beneath his feet was still shaking slightly, and the Insect King's dark green blood gushed out from his broken neck like a fountain. The fishy liquid formed a winding stream on the charred ground, and even the hard alloy plates were corroded into honeycomb-shaped holes wherever it passed.

The giant beast, which was nearly a hundred meters long, collapsed to the ground. Its compound eyes had long lost their luster, and its chitinous shell was covered with crisscrossing sword marks. At the deepest part, one could almost see the wriggling internal organs inside - that was the wound that Quan Jiuxi had just pierced with his sword.

A tragic atmosphere filled the air, mixed with gun smoke and burning smell, making the members of the Dawn Team look pale.

When Quan Jiuxi raised his hand, the flowing cloud sleeves on his wrists slid down with the movement, revealing his arms as white as porcelain. The golden light lingering on his fingertips flowed over the members of the Dawn Team like flowing water.

The golden shield that originally covered them quietly dissipated with a wave of her hand. The moment the light dissipated, blood and dust could be seen on the team members' bodies, but there was not a single fatal wound.

The team members still maintained a fighting posture. Some of them were holding energy guns and their hands were still shaking slightly. Some of them were still drawing their swords. The shocking scene just now remained in their pupils - when Quan Jiuxi was suspended in the air, his clothes were lifted by the energy airflow, and his black hair spread out like a waterfall. The moment his natal sword cut through the sky, the stars in the sky seemed to fall to the earth, and the Insect King was easily torn apart like paper under the dazzling sword light.

"Tsk." Quan Jiuxi let out a light click of his tongue, his gaze sweeping over the stunned crowd, finally landing on Pei Jin who was half-kneeling on the ground.

The man was wearing a silver-gray mecha combat suit. The armor on his left shoulder had been shattered, revealing a black undershirt oozing with blood.

His hair was wet with sweat, sticking to his full forehead. A few strands of hair were stained with dark red blood, winding down along his jawline, and spreading a small dark red patch on his neck.

When Quan Jiuxi approached, he could see that his tightly pursed thin lips were pale from blood loss. Only the glaring scarlet at the corner of his lips, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow, added a sense of fragility and brokenness.

She frowned slightly, and her delicate eyebrows were twisted into a shallow "川" shape.

This subtle change in expression softened her originally cold facial features a little, and the cinnabar mole at the end of her eye was faintly visible in the twilight, adding a bit of liveliness.

"Sir, you look like you are in pain!" Xiaoyi muttered softly in his sea of ​​consciousness, but was glared back by Quan Jiuxi.

Just as she was about to lean closer, a figure suddenly appeared between them.

Pei Jin's adjutant, Adjutant Lin, opened his arms like an old hen protecting her chicks. Although his back was still trembling slightly and his fingers holding the gun were white from the force, he still stood in front of Pei Jin with his neck stiff.

The young man was wearing the same combat uniform, and his face still had a childish look. But at this moment, he pretended to be calm, his Adam's apple rolling up and down. It was obvious that he was still in shock from the scene where Quan Jiuxi killed the Insect King in seconds.

Quan Jiuxi raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his phoenix eyes.

She was already tall, and when she wore short boots with heels, she was even half a head taller than Adjutant Lin. She lowered her eyes slightly to look at him, her gaze sliding from his trembling knees to his clenched fists, and her tone was filled with a hint of lazy teasing: "You want to stop me?"

Her voice was not loud, but it carried a natural sense of oppression, as if an invisible aura was enveloping her.

Adjutant Lin swallowed, feeling his throat dry and painful, but he still mustered up the courage to stiffen his neck and said, "What do you want to do?"

This woman is so dangerous!

The power he displayed when fighting against the Insect King just now was simply beyond belief. The power that could tear the Insect King's shell apart with a casual wave of the hand was even more terrifying than the Zerg mother nest they were facing.

He even suspected that if the other party just moved a finger, people like him would be crushed to death like ants.

"Arin."

Pei Jin's voice, a little hoarse, came from behind Adjutant Lin.

He raised his hand to push away the adjutant who was blocking his way. His movement paused slightly because of the impact on his wound, and fine beads of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

The man slowly raised his eyes to look at Quan Jiuxi. His narrow eyes were still hazy from having just recovered from the severe pain, but he still couldn't hide the sharpness in his eyes: "Thank you for saving us."

Adjutant Lin finally woke up from his dream, and realized belatedly that Quan Jiuxi not only killed the Insect King alone, but also opened a protective shield to protect all of them.

The way he acted as if he was facing a great enemy just now was simply ungrateful.

The young man's cheeks flushed red, spreading from his ears to his neck. He scratched his head and said in a voice as low as a mosquito's hum: "I'm sorry, Miss Quan..."

After saying that, he ran to his teammates as if escaping, pretending to check his injuries to cover up his embarrassment.

Quan Jiuxi's gaze fell back on Pei Jin.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone from behind her, casting a soft halo on her chiseled profile. Her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, creating a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the man half-kneeling on the ground. Her gaze swept across his furrowed brows, his pale but still tightly pursed lips, and finally stopped at the glaring bloodstain.

Pei Jin seemed a little exhausted, with his eyes slightly closed. His long and thick eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, trembling slightly with his breathing.

The winding bloodstain extended from the corner of his lips to his jawline, adding a sense of fragility and fragmentation to his sharp facial features, and inexplicably revealed a sense of pity.

Quan Jiuxi felt an inexplicable stir in his heart, as if a feather was gently scratching his heart.

While she was thinking that the man looked quite pitiful at the moment, her body had already moved before her consciousness - she bent down slightly, completely covering the half-kneeling man in her shadow.

Her movements were strangely graceful, and her hair fell naturally as she leaned over, wrapping the two of them like open wings.

The amber pupils appeared particularly clear at close range, like melted honey, staring intently at the dark red at the corners of Pei Jin's lips, reflecting his trembling eyelashes and pale lips.

The hands behind him curled up unconsciously.