1789: A Skinny Diplomat

A Skinny Diplomat

The third time he climbed up the snow pile, he became much calmer. He, who was walking at the front, stopped after every few steps. He pulled the female soldier who was crawling on her hands and feet behind him. "Follow my steps. Relax your body and breathe a little. It's better to be slow than fast."2

Qin Xiu had a rather elegant voice. When one heard him speak, it was as if he was reading an ancient text. He spoke unhurriedly.

Liu Yuan could not help but glance down. The bottomless abyss was right beside her feet and she could not help but scream.

Her sudden scream frightened even the person behind her, Wei Jiayue.

The two shrill screams gave a shock to the five female soldiers who were shoveling snow. They thought that something had happened in front of them and their lips turned pale. They looked ahead in a panic.

"Don't look down. Hold my hand." Qin Xiu did not blame them. He was also afraid after climbing for the third time. It was normal for them to be afraid and scream since they were climbing up here for the first time.

The gentlemanly Qin Xiu would not reprimand a lady. Instead, he grabbed Liu Yuan's hand and used his manly strength to give her a sense of security. "Keep your eyes on your feet. Don't look anywhere else but your feet."

When she was most afraid, a pair of strong arms supported her. It was like a drowning person grabbing onto a piece of driftwood. Both her body and mind felt very safe.

Liu Yuan, whose lips were trembling in fear, hurriedly nodded her head and replied. She then grabbed Qin Xiu's arm tightly.

Liu Yuan was a little surprised when she caught hold of him. She did not expect that this tall, thin, and handsome reporter would still have some strength to hold her steady.

After thanking him in a low voice, she slowly walked forward.

Although Qin Xiu was a diplomat, due to the nature of his work, he was not allowed to become a weak and scholarly man. Although he looked thin, he exercised a lot in private. He was even a combat boxing instructor, so it was normal for him to have some strength.

After he helped the two female soldiers to the side, he waved his hand to indicate that everything was safe.

He did not turn his head to look behind him and only did this action. Even if it was just this action, it could be seen how strict Qin Xiu was.

He crawled to the front of the truck. When the two female soldiers needed help the most, he reached out his hand and pulled them over. They screamed from time to time. He only took 20 minutes to climb back to the truck in front.

The two female soldiers covered their mouths in fear when they saw the truck in front of them.

Too scary, too scary!

The truck was already at the edge of the cliff. Only the front of the truck was left on the road, its front tire up against the edge.

They knew that something had happened to the truck, but they did not expect the situation to be so dangerous!

Rescue them? How could they rescue them in this situation?

The two female soldiers looked at Reporter Qin, who brought them here, in a panic. They then looked at the veterans sent by the 30 Mile Camp to escort them. What should they do?

Seven hours after they lost contact with the cultural troupe, a beam of snow-white light suddenly shone from the top and landed on a pile of snow. One of the female soldiers saw it.

"Ahhh!! We're here, we're here!"

The female soldiers were all making use of their vocal cords. Ye Jian, who was at the front, heard the loud yelling.

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