Ji Wushuang observed Tarik, who was emitting a dangerous signal.
She subtly adjusted her stance.
Placing herself directly between Tarik and Lu Qianqian.
And only a single step away from Lu Qianqian.
The peacekeeping force's mediation lasted for three hours.
Under Li Feng's firm yet flexible diplomacy,
the tension between the two sides gradually eased.
The Kutu tribe acknowledged that the village massacre was the act of a faction of radicals within the tribe.
They were willing to hand over the perpetrators and offer compensation.
The Valu tribe also agreed, under the supervision of the peacekeeping force, to renegotiate the water rights issue.
A tribal war on the verge of spiraling out of control seemed to have been successfully defused.
A faint, weary smile touched Li Feng's lips.
At that very moment,
Tarik of the Kutu tribe suddenly stood up.
In a voice bordering on madness, he began shouting in the local language.
"No! We cannot trust them!"
"They are in league with these outsiders! They want to take everything from us!"
All eyes turned to him.
"For the glory of the tribe! For the true god!"
He roared, rising to his feet.
The peacekeeping soldiers immediately raised their rifles.
"Don't move! Or we will shoot!"
Li Feng shouted sternly.
But Tarik paid no heed.
The negotiation table was never his target.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed intently on Lu Qianqian not far away.
That Eastern girl, intentionally or unintentionally protected at the center by everyone.
If she died,
Country K would be plunged into a major diplomatic incident.
The peacekeeping force would also face serious trouble.
This mediation would be a complete failure.
The flames of hatred would once again rage across this land.
"Die!"
He violently ripped open his shirt.
Around his waist was a crudely made belt of explosives.
He pulled the detonator and charged toward Lu Qianqian like a mad bull.
Lu Qianqian's mind went blank.
She didn't even have time to react.
She could only watch helplessly as that twisted, frenzied face rapidly grew larger before her eyes.
The shadow of death enveloped her.
At that critical moment,
a gunshot rang out, and a bloom of blood appeared on Tarik's forehead.
Then, a figure stepped in front of Lu Qianqian.
It was Ji Wushuang.
She shoved Lu Qianqian hard to the ground.
Then, using her own body like a shield, she completely covered Lu Qianqian.
Tarik's dead body fell forward from its momentum.
Simultaneously, a deafening explosion shook the air.
"BOOM—!"
A wave of scorching heat, mixed with shrapnel and shattered rock, swept out in all directions.
Lu Qianqian felt as if she had been struck by a giant hammer.
The world shook violently.
She could hear nothing in her ears.
The world spun.
The thick, acrid smell of gunpowder choked her, making it hard to breathe.
She didn't know how much time had passed.
Perhaps just a second.
Perhaps a century.
She finally regained a sliver of consciousness.
She was still alive.
She was pinned beneath Ji Wushuang.
Protected, as if by a mountain.
"Sister Wushuang?"
Lu Qianqian called out tentatively.
Her voice was dry and hoarse.
But the person on top of her did not respond.
Lu Qianqian's heart sank like a stone.
An unprecedented fear, like an icy tide, washed over her.
"Sister Wushuang! Wake up!"
She mustered all her strength, trying to push Ji Wushuang off.
Ji Wushuang's body was heavy, like a lifeless stone.
Finally, with the help of several soldiers, they were separated.
Lu Qianqian saw Ji Wushuang's back.
The black combat uniform was soaked through with blood.
It was covered with vicious gashes torn open by shrapnel.
"Medic! Medic!"
Li Feng roared.
Lu Qianqian knelt on the ground.
She stared blankly at Ji Wushuang lying in the pool of blood.
At that face, pale from excruciating pain yet still remarkably calm.
Guilt, terror, gratitude, heartache...
All these emotions intertwined.
Like a knife churning violently in her heart.
It was her.
If not for saving her,
Ji Wushuang would never have been hurt.
She seemed to have become a burden again.
No.
This time was different.
She scrambled toward her tactical backpack.
Pulled open the zipper and rummaged inside for that first-aid kit she had never used before.
Her hands trembling, she took out gauze and a tourniquet.
Mimicking the medics she had seen before, she tried to apply pressure to Ji Wushuang's wounds to stop the bleeding.
Her hands shook, trembling uncontrollably.
But her eyes were filled with unwavering determination.
Her movements were rough.
She even caused pain to Ji Wushuang, who was slipping in and out of consciousness.
Ji Wushuang let out a suppressed groan.
She slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Lu Qianqian.
Saw her face, smudged with soot and tears, yet etched with stubborn resolve.
Saw her hands, trembling with fear, yet still pressing firmly against her wounds.
The corner of Ji Wushuang's mouth seemed to twitch, as if she wanted to say something.
But in the end, she simply closed her eyes again.
The medics finally arrived.
They quickly began emergency treatment for Ji Wushuang.
Cutting away the clothing, extracting shrapnel, disinfecting, stopping the bleeding, bandaging.
Every movement was professional and efficient.
Lu Qianqian knelt to the side.
Watching motionlessly.
She burned every step of the process into her memory.
For the first time, she hated her own helplessness so intensely.
When Ji Wushuang was lifted onto a stretcher and loaded onto the helicopter,
Lu Qianqian jumped on after her.
Back at the aid station.
Ji Wushuang was wheeled into the best operating room available.
Lu Qianqian waited outside the operating room.
Her mind replayed the moment of the explosion over and over.
Replayed that decisive moment when Ji Wushuang used her own back to shield her from everything.
She remembered their first meeting.
How she had disliked this cold woman.
How she had tried every trick to make things difficult for her, to make her quit.
She remembered again the training ground on the outskirts of the capital.
How she had collapsed, exhausted like a jelly pudding, and Ji Wushuang had handed her a bottle of water.
Saying, "You did well."
It was the most beautiful praise she had ever heard.
She remembered the night before, when Ji Wushuang told her about the deputy team leader who had sacrificed.
Told her to learn to coexist with fear.
Scene after scene flashed through her mind like a movie.
Only then did Lu Qianqian realize that, without her noticing, this quiet, reserved woman
had become her only anchor in this unfamiliar land.
Her bodyguard.
Her instructor.
Her comrade.
And her protector.
She didn't know how much time had passed before the light above the operating room finally went out.
Annie walked out, looking exhausted.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
