Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Watching with gusto, suddenly someone patted her shoulder from behind.

The smile on An Xia's face abruptly constricted, and the moment she turned around with a cold face, she attacked the person standing next to her.

Fast and fierce, Mu Chenyuan, who was not wary, quickly stepped away.

An Xia was attacking fiercely, she was sitting again, and she fell forward.

The avoiding Mu Chenyuan stretched out his hand subconsciously, trying to stabilize An Xia, but he himself was half squatting, his hand stretched out, and his upper body naturally leaned out together...

The fighting male warriors looked at An Xia like a hungry tiger and threw himself into the arms of their instructors.

Both fell.

The instructor is down.

An Xia is here.

That posture, um, is a little bit indescribable.

Looking at it blankly, the picture freezes, even the air seems to freeze, quiet and quiet, no one said a word.

When they were not paying attention, what happened to Xiao An and the instructor?

Why... suddenly rushed over?

The excitement retreated like a tide, and the air became quiet.

One and two watched, no one came to help pull people up.

After picking up a full-bodied Mu Chenyuan, An Xia bumped his chest into a cross gas. After catching it, his hands quickly changed from holding her waist to resting on her shoulders.

He looked down and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong?"

An Xia didn't move, took a deep breath before urn sounded, and said uncomfortably: "Something happened, I was hit."

In the center of her chest, she was hurt by her fist.

"Where did you hit?" Mu Chenyuan's expression changed slightly. At this moment, he is not moving or not moving. He tilted his head and drank heavily: "What are you doing in a daze, help people up!"

...

Right, right, help people, help people!

One and two were all stupid, and they all forgot to help first!

No more trouble, I quickly stood up and went to Fu'an.

"Stop making trouble, get someone."

"Ahem... Pull people, pull people..."

An Xia looked up, "Don't help, I'll get up by myself."

Don't strain her a second time.

I just turned over, didn't get up immediately, and continued to lie down, "I'm fine, you continue, I'll take a breath."

Mu Chenyuan got up and squatted before her, "Where did it hurt?"

"Chest." An Xia raised her hand and held the middle of her chest.

Mu Chenyuan lowered his gaze and quickly moved away, a bit embarrassing.

Realizing that the location of her bump is not so good, she turned her head and said to the men who came around: "Go back to the dormitory, I have something to look for An Xia."

He also crossed his breath, and his chest ached with every word.

But I wanted to tell her to have an extra meal in the evening. I didn't expect that the extra meal hadn't started yet, and the two of them got hurt first.

The men's warriors scattered quickly, leaving An Xia and hurriedly lined up to leave.

Comrade Xiaoan, take care.

It was embarrassing for them to stay, and they didn't know what to say.

Together with the combatants, Instructor Mu even made his voice much softer, "It hurts? Would you like to go to the infirmary?"

There shouldn't be a big problem.

"No, it's done slowly." An Xia breathed lightly, adjusted slowly, and continued to rub her chest with her hands.

Mu Chenyuan don't start, don't dare to watch, "Then you slowly."

The low-pitched voices are a little taut, which is a little unnatural at first.

He added: "We are very vigilant, and sometimes we can relax appropriately without being tensed all the time."

Too tight, it will be very tired.

"That's because you suddenly patted me from behind." An Xia raised her brows and glanced at him coldly, "Don't pat me on the shoulder from behind, it's easy to get an accident."