Chapter 291 What a Honest Child
Han Ying sat on the ground and waved her hands, signaling the other party not to help her anymore. She could only sit for the time being and could not stand up.
The monster's energy gun was not very powerful, but it still caused her internal injuries. She vomited several mouthfuls of blood before she could barely suppress it.
He restrained himself and began to speak again.
"Ye Qi, it's you. Why are you in the capital? Aren't you setting up a base in the south?"
The person who came was Ye Qi.
His ability improved rapidly, and he struck with two lightning bolts, controlling both the enemy and the enemy rat.
"Feng Feng brought me here. He arrived not long ago and got here right away." Ye Qi replied.
He and Feng Feng had a very good relationship. They had known each other's relatives and friends before, and he had also followed Feng Feng to have dinner at Uncle Feng's house.
"Uncle, how are you?"
He saw that although Han Ying's condition was not good, his life was not in danger, so he hurried to the unconscious Feng Ting.
Just as I was about to check Feng Ting's condition, Feng Ting opened his eyes.
"He has been awake for two minutes." Han Ying said knowingly.
Just pretending to be unconscious.
Han Ying's special ability is microscopic, and she could see through the gaps between her husband's eyelids that his eyes were clear.
She chatted with the enemy in a haphazard manner, trying to attract his attention and buy time for her husband, creating an opportunity for a surprise attack. The couple had a tacit understanding.
But they didn’t expect that before her husband could gather enough strength to get up, reinforcements arrived, and it was Ye Qi who surprised them.
"Your superpowers are amazing." Feng Ting envied Ye Qi very much.
He hadn't seen the young man since the apocalypse, but who would have thought that when they met again, he had become so powerful. Feng Ting, being an ordinary person, naturally envied Ye Qi. Moreover, he knew of Ye Qi's military exploits in the south, and that Qiao Lan and Ye Qi had worked together, fighting life-and-death battles together.
So now when looking at Ye Qi, Feng Ting no longer just regards him as his nephew's friend, but as his daughter's comrade-in-arms.
The feeling is naturally much more intimate.
What's more, Ye Qi saved them at the critical moment of life and death.
Feng Ting looked at Ye Qi with a warm and kind look.
She asked her daughter with concern, "The enemy captured us because of Qiao Lan. Where is she now? Is she in danger? Who sent you?"
Ye Qi felt inexplicably guilty.
He heard from Feng Feng that Qiao Lan was the daughter of the Feng family.
His relationship with Qiao Lan... although there were some unpleasantness, but, they should be in love... right?
He became inexplicably nervous when he saw Qiao Lan's parents.
He quickly replied, "There are arrangements from above. Feng Feng brought me back by plane. Qiao Lan should have made arrangements as well. I'll rush over to help her later."
Han Ying quickly asked, "Who wants to arrest us? Is it Saint Yes who wants to deal with Qiao Lan?"
Ye Qi said, "Yes, and no. It's a long story, I'll explain it later. I have to go somewhere else, and the reinforcements will be arriving soon. Uncle, can you guys keep an eye on them?"
"Of course."
Feng Ting had many questions to ask, but he wouldn't let Ye Qi get in the way of his work. Over there, the weirdo and the rat had been beaten half to death by Ye Qi, in a state of unconsciousness. He struggled to pick up the energy gun, while the couple supported them and guarded the man and the rat with guns.
"Then I'll leave it to you! Goodbye!"
Ye Qi took out two special ropes from his arms, tied up the enemy rats tightly, handed them over to Feng's second uncle and aunt for care, and left quickly.
Although he was rushing to carry out a mission, it also felt like he was running away.
He wondered if Uncle and Aunt Feng knew about his relationship with Qiao Lan. He had come in a hurry and forgot to ask Feng Feng.
Fortunately, the two parents did not ask him about this during the meeting.
When he followed the trail to rescue people, in order not to attract the enemy's attention, he parked his off-road motorcycle far away. At this time, he ran quickly, riding the motorcycle at the speed of a superpower, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Wife, did you see it?" Feng Ting asked Han Ying after Ye Qi left.
Han Ying said, "I can see that he's so nervous that his blood is pumping faster."
She used her special ability to observe Ye Qi and looked into the blood vessels on his forehead and neck.
She found that although Ye Qi appeared calm, he was actually extremely panicked, with his blood flowing so fast... She almost suspected that Ye Qi was going to faint.
"We were saved from a desperate situation, and we didn't expect that he would come to rescue us." Feng Ting sighed.
"But he saved us, yet he's still so nervous." Han Ying smiled weakly, "What a naive child. Doesn't he know how to repay a favor? If Yuanyuan really wants to get along with him, that's fine."
The couple already knew about the relationship between Qiao Lan and Ye Qi.
Feng Feng, the big mouth, had already told it.
They already had a good impression of Ye Qi, knowing his abilities and character in his previous department. Now that the apocalypse was here, and Ye Qi had risked his life to save others in the South, their impression of him had only grown stronger.
Well, one thing is that Ye Qi has responsibilities on his shoulders and is always on the front line of the battle, always facing danger.
If Yuanyuan stayed with him in the future, she would always be in danger. And...
Han Ying thought of herself and the kidnapping of her mother and daughter. She became worried about Qiao Lan's future and her smile faded.
It was nothing for her to suffer. She was willing to be implicated by her husband Feng Ting and was willing to give everything for him and his career. However, the child was innocent. Han Ying lived in pain and self-blame every day over the years.
She didn't want Qiao Lan to be like her in the future.
However, when it comes to matters of the heart, no one else has the final say, and parents' opinions are useless. Only Qiao Lan has the final say.
Han Ying pulled out a cross from his pocket, then a Bodhisattva statue, a Tai Chi Bagua badge, and a shamanic multicolored rope...
He took out more than ten kinds of religious relics, nearly twenty in total.
She was glad that nothing was lost during the kidnapping.
Then she lined up these things and began to pray devoutly over them, praying for her daughter.
She has done this every day for years.
The unconscious strange man on the ground woke up from his coma and opened his eyes to see Han Ying muttering to a pile of keepsakes.
"What are you doing!" He was alert, suspecting it was some kind of mysterious spell.
In the end times, the more mysterious something is, the more frightening it is.
He wanted to break free, but found that the ropes tied around his body had the function of binding energy, making him unable to move.
"Who the hell are you? How dare you plot against my child!"
As soon as Feng Ting saw that the enemy had woken up, he immediately used all the means he could think of and tortured the enemy.
After one round, the prisoner's face was bruised and swollen, his teeth were knocked out, his nose was crooked, and his body was covered with wounds. If Feng Ting hadn't abided by the rules and not killed the prisoner, this man would definitely be dead now.
"A man loyal to the Presbyterian Church? Marshall?"
After hearing the prisoner's confession, Feng Ting angrily slapped him hard in the face.
"You're a good Chinese, why do you have a foreign name? You're so awesome for being loyal to those old bastards. I'm going to beat you up first, you fake foreigner!"
Han Ying handed over a talismanic dagger, which was sharpened and gleaming with a gleaming blade.
He whispered, "Before the people sent by the higher-ups to take him in arrive, let's give him a beating first and make him work for that old man again! Let him plot against our child!"
Feng Ting didn't hesitate and immediately said, "Okay."
He took the dagger and stabbed the prisoner.
Marshall screamed, "No, no, no! I'm not from the Presbyterian Church! I rebelled a long time ago. I follow the crown!"
"You fake foreigner, you're still lying!"
"I'm not lying, seriously! My name isn't Marshall, it's Zhao! Zhao! I also have a Chinese name, Zhao! ... Tie Niu."
Marshall said the last two words very quietly, feeling extremely ashamed and angry.
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