After three days in a row, Zhao Wanxi finally returned to the camp training.

At the end of a day's training, I saw a familiar figure in the direction of the northwest corner around the mountain. Leng junao was talking to Mu Si.

From a considerable distance, Zhao Wanxi can also feel the solemn atmosphere. She can't help walking towards Leng junao and Mu Si. With the wind blowing through the mountain stream, there is a faint voice of Mu Si's anxiety -

"what should I say is to go on this trip!"

Leng junao's deep voice said: "don't say it again! It's settled... "

Before her voice fell, the man's eyes were all looking towards Zhao Wanxi. Although she tried her best to lighten her steps, she was easily found.

Dusk four spirit color dignified, tight thin lips, seem to have something to say, but due to the sudden appearance of Zhao Wanxi, to the mouth of the words and life swallow into the stomach.

Leng junao's vision fell back to dusk four again, and low cold said: "you go back first! Next, the training of the two battalions, the eagle and the tiger, can't be slacked off. They will support their troops for a thousand days. If they are used for a while, they may soon come into use! "

Dusk four pursed lips stuffy hum a, obviously also take small mood, the heart is not willing to back down.

Zhao Wanxi listened to what the man said just now. She felt uneasy. She approached her carefully and said, "what's the matter? Is this going to war? "

Leng junao's originally dark and deep eagle eyes, when she looked at her clear and bright black eyes, her thin lips were slightly crooked, a little more warmth, and a casual light way -

"just to scare these smelly boys, so that they should not be careless and slack in training."

The woman stares at him dubiously, always feel that he has something to hide from himself, just listen to the conversation between him and Mu Si, it is obvious that there is something wrong.

But the man didn't say anything else, and Zhao Wanxi didn't continue to ask. If he was willing to say it, he would take the initiative to tell her.

After Xu Shi, Zhao Wanxi went to the waterfall to take a good bath. Her eyes could not help glancing in the direction of the shadow that night. She did not want to see it. Unfortunately, she saw a shadow flash by.

"Who?"

Zhao Wanxi skilfully dodges behind the rock, quickly puts on her clothes, holds her short dagger tightly in her hand, taps her toes gently, and jumps onto the bluestone. Her black and white pupils are full of vigilance.

The shadow flashed, and the light suddenly darkened. Zhao Wanxi couldn't see each other clearly.

She instinctively waved the blade to the shadow, leaning slightly, and her hand holding the knife did not forget to keep defense. This was Leng junao's skill after the close combat.

The man in the dark grabs her right hand holding the knife, and her left leg hooks her right leg. Zhao Wanxi has been on guard for a long time. She suddenly moves her body's center of gravity back, looks for a chance to hit him with her left elbow, and just pulls out the right leg to attack him, swivels her body and tries to control the man.

At such a close distance, the familiar ambergris fragrance penetrated into the bottom of her nose, and Zhao Wanxi suddenly woke up: "it's you -"

"progress! It's not a waste of my efforts. "

Leng junao's magnetic and beautiful husky voice came into his ears. The woman's hand holding the dagger had already been tightly wrapped in his palm. With a natural and unrestrained spin, she also fell into his arms.

"Leng junao, you smelly rascal -"

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