Chapter 178: General, fortune telling (17-18)

But he didn't express his stance any more, instead he stood up calmly and walked out of the low table.

"Junior understands, I would like to thank General Wang for the information."

The man smiled, and gave a fist to Wang Hai who was slightly startled.

Later, he took out the Xiang Xing who was still holding the cantaloupe pear and was gnawing. "The younger generation needs to study this matter. I also ask General Wang to keep it secret first. After I work out a countermeasure, we will put it into action."

"Ah, no problem!"

Wang Hai smiled heartily and nodded, "General Yan is struggling on this journey. Please take a good rest first!"

"The junior retired."

Yan Heng agreed and led the little guy out of the camp's main account.

The two went one after the other, silently all the way back to the exclusive big tent that had been built by the lieutenants earlier.

Xiang Xing only thought about how to resolve the fake hunting that was missing from the plot, which was really planted and framed, and there was still someone in front of him opening the road, so he didn't look at the road very much.

However, after entering the big tent, the one in front suddenly stopped and turned around.

It made the little guy careless and bumped into his sturdy breastplate unexpectedly...

"……Ouch!"

The small forehead slammed into the big iron plate, and she couldn't help screaming in pain, clutching her forehead, and stepping back several steps.

Immediately, he glared at the sneered man in front of him, his little nose twitched.

How can anyone slam on the highway!

"Ah……"

When the man saw this, he laughed even more.

The steps under her feet followed her backwards, and came closer.

Until he forced Xiang Xing to a pillar supporting the big tent.

"I say,"

Yan Heng pressed his slightly dumb voice, with one hand on top of the little guy's head seemingly inadvertently.

Then he leaned down slightly, with a perfectly contoured and straight face, suddenly approaching her small face.

The corners of the pale rose lips twitched lightly, "In the future, don't talk, let me do it."

Does she know whether she knows too much, and it will make people suspicious.

"Well……"

Facing the slightly warning gaze, Xiang Xing squashed his mouth, lowered his head in silence, and poked his little index finger.

He said softly, "Well...I will pretend to be dumb from now on."

As everyone knows, her well-behaved and obedient appearance made the man slightly stunned.

Immediately he laughed a few times, and raised his brows slightly: "You don't want to ask, why would I ask you like this?"

"Oh, I won't ask."

Xiang Xing smiled lightly, his head tilted slightly.

The little hand swayed gently, "Don't worry, I won't mess with you."

After all, the plot she can use is only after the original owner hiccups.

Now naturally it's all used up...

So, I really can't think of a good way.

She knows how to say too much wrong.

Seeing her cautious cowardice, Yan Heng's eyes swayed slightly, but he frowned weirdly.

I couldn't help learning her appearance, tilting his head, "You have changed a lot."

The energy that had hit him several times before forcibly stopped him, for some reason, after entering the gate here, there was no trace.

...

However, her current appearance is even more pitiful, and she can't help but want to take good care of her.

Thinking of this, the man chuckled again.

It turns out that this is what I mean.

"But oh..."

The girl suddenly spoke, interrupting Yan Heng's thoughts about falling into danger.

He lowered his eyes and saw that she was holding her small face in doubt, as if she couldn't understand something.

Milky voice asked grimly, "Brother Yan Heng, why does General Wang Hai always show that he wants to kill me?"

In the plot, she couldn't find the hidden identity of Wang Hai.

It's faster to ask directly.

"..."

Yan Heng couldn't help being stunned by her question.

Asked...really straightforward.

He thought for a while, but didn't answer right away. He just lowered his head a little bit, and he was only a few feet away from the soft and squeezed cheek.

His lips opened slightly, his voice hoarse, "Do you really want to know?"

"Ok!"

The little guy nodded seriously.

Under the nodding motion, the small nose tip deliberately or unintentionally rubbed against the peak of the man's Yingting nose, causing him to breathe tightly, and his mood was also a little confused.

After thinking about it, Yan Heng finally let out a laugh and straightened up.

Raising his hand, took off the National Teacher's hat that was in the way, and after throwing it away, he covered the soft little head and rubbed it vigorously.

The words were calm: "Because, originally tonight was your death date."

Seeing the little girl who was stunned and started to tremble, Yan Heng smiled and raised her delicate eyebrows slightly.

"You shouldn't forget how you dealt with us ministers who were loyal to Luo Yunguo before."

"...No, no."

Xiang Xing Miao nodded.

Although she didn't deal with it before!

However, for so many years, it has long been her passive skills to help the original lady sister.

"So, in order to get rid of your confidant heart, I will put you under house arrest all the way to Northern Xinjiang, and will join General Wang Hai..."

As the man said, he paused, and only made a gesture of wiping his neck.

It seemed murderous, but the ink-colored eyes were filled with a gentle smile, making the little guy not feel scared at all.

But it does not mean that there is no feeling of fear.

Ever since, the little guy continued to raise his soft eyes eagerly and looked at him cautiously.

The little hand paused, and suddenly stretched out courageously, and pulled the man's cloak.

Biting her pink lips, she asked in a low voice, "Then, Brother Yan Heng, are you still killing me now?..."

She has already sent so much information to apologize...

do not!

Seeing her shrunken face, her soft and moist eyes were almost red, and her pitiful appearance made Yan Heng's heart confused again.

How could he be so cruel to kill her.

Thinking about it, the man seemed a little uncontrollable, and suddenly pulled her little hand in the horn of her cloak.

He held it tightly in his palm, said nothing, and stared deeply at the overly soft little girl in silence.

Looking up and down, there was a sudden pause, and a little dissatisfaction surged under the deep ink eyes.

"...You still don't want to wear this national teacher uniform. It's ugly, and it will be inconvenient to move in the camp."

He spoke abruptly, and in Xiang Xing's somewhat stunned gaze, the handsome face turned aside unnaturally, "Go and change it."

Looking at this body, he still felt a little awkward.

"……Oh."

Although I don't know why, but the little guy still obediently agreed.

Gently broke away his big hand, and ran out all the way.