Chapter 1

Fan Xu raised his eyebrows and looked at Hu Yifei. He took two steps back and stared at him with a puzzled expression.

"I want to take you with me. Are you willing?" Hu Yifei's chiseled features shrank as he spoke in a light tone.

The little girl's large green eyes silently stared at Hu Yifei. She didn't say a word.

Her long eyelashes fluttered as she breathed. They were like the wings of a butterfly, vivid and beautiful.

"You're sick. If I don't take you with me, you'll die." Hu Yifei frowned. His voice was as gentle as the spring breeze in March.

The Three Great Guardian Deities stared at the general in astonishment. At the same time, they were puzzled. Was this still their cold, heartless, and feared Master Qi?

Finally, the little girl raised her smooth little hand and gently placed it in his large, warm palm.

The next second, Hu Yifei stretched out his long arms and pulled the petite body into his embrace. He pressed her tightly against his chest and turned around to leave.

The Three Great Guardian Deities stared at Hu Yifei's back as he ran away. Their faces were filled with astonishment.

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At midnight, Hu Yifei was flipping through "Sun Tzu's Art of War" while looking at the little girl sleeping soundly beside him.

Among the Three Great Guardian Deities, Hu Yifei regarded him the most and trusted him the most.

However, Hu Yifei stretched out his long arms and stopped him. He stared at the little girl with his cold, dark eyes.

Her voice was very soft and her breathing was weak. Her cheeks were abnormally red. It looked like she was sick.

Hu Yifei hurriedly took off his left glove and raised his arm to touch Major General Hsu Boyan's face.

Hsu Boyan's face was filled with astonishment. He didn't dare to move. He didn't understand why his boss suddenly wanted to touch his face.

After a moment, Hu Yifei moved his hand away from Zhang Yiping's face and placed it on the little girl's forehead. His expression was very serious.

"So hot!" he cried out in alarm.

"Boss, I'll take her to the hospital." Fan Xu reacted the fastest.

Hu Yifei took the lead and pulled out his pistol at lightning speed. He aimed at the ruins and approached step by step.

The closer they got to the ruins, the more obvious the movements were. They could even hear the faint breathing.

"Don't move — —" Zhang Yiping and Fan Xu looked at each other and felt that something was amiss.

Hu Yifei frowned deeply. She retracted her hand and touched Zhang Yiping's face. Zhang Yiping's body stiffened. His expression was almost the same as Hsu Boyan's.

The girl's skin was as white as snow, and her appearance was cute and lovable. Especially her eyes, they were like two top-grade jadeite, glowing with a green light. She was a super cute and beautiful mixed-blood.

"Father, father …" The girl looked up and called out to her father.

His right hand stroked the Browning M1900 at his waist, and his left hand was in his trouser pocket. His cold black eyes scanned every corner of the street, and his expression was cold and solemn.

As he approached the door of the collapsed church, he seemed to hear a rustling sound from the ruins beside him.

However, the one lying in the ruins was actually a dying little girl with disheveled hair and a dirty face.

He stared blankly for two seconds, then put the gun back at his waist and shook his head at his three subordinates behind him.

He approached the little girl and straightened her little head with his snow-white gloved fingertips. His thick eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and a bright light flashed through his dark and cold eyes like a shooting star.

Hu Yifei suddenly rushed over and quickly flicked the safety off his pistol.

If she was a bandit, she would have been shot dead.

In the 26th year of the Republic of China, the winter in Yu City was especially cold and cheerless.

The streets had been baptized by artillery fire, and there were broken tiles and ruined walls everywhere. It was a silent and sad sight.

Hu Yifei was wearing a gray military uniform and a black cloak. He was patrolling the streets with his three subordinates.

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