Those Years as a Swordsman in the Alien Defense Bureau [Post-Apocalypse]

Copywriting In the ruins of District 17, evil energy surges. Everyone thought Zhao Suishi was dead. This noble man from the central area was crushed under the wreckage of the plane, with his white hair stained with blood, like a noble white fox on the verge of death. Until the figure wearing ill-fitting clothes appeared. She didn't speak, she just stretched out her hand, and wherever her fingertips touched, the terrifying evil energy was torn apart like waste paper. Against the light, her face was stained with dust, but her expression was as cold as a god. Zhao Suishi was lying in a pool of blood, looking at her, and suddenly smiled. This cunning fox made a plan from that moment on: this hand must be in my hand. Later, he washed away the blood stains, wore a suit and leather shoes, smiled as warmly as jade, and became her immediate boss. He handed her the contract, put a beautiful necklace on her, smiled and said to everyone: "This is my person." Rong Xian thought he was a nobleman who came to repay a favor, but he didn't know that he was a creditor who came to "repay a favor". "You saved my life back then," he said with a harmless smile. "Now, is it not too much to sacrifice your life for me?" * Sometimes Rong Xian would be in a daze looking at the smiling Zhao Suishi. She was thinking: Who could she save? The heroine of a gangster who has incredible strength and is ruthless and doesn't say much Daily life in the post-apocalyptic workplace, 1V1, HE I was also cleaning up foreign flowers today, and I was tricked by my boss. / He thought he was sheathing the knife, but actually the knife was sheathing him too Intention: Everyone sticks to their posts, and spring will eventually bloom.