I looked at him with a shudder: "That general. If you want to know something, you can ask, I must know everything, I must say everything, but if you ask me something that I don't understand, then I must not know, so don't embarrass me anymore, okay?"

Since I can't cheat, then I can only plead and ask him to end our conversation tonight, this is really because of this guy's injured appearance, which really makes me look a little unacceptable.

Because in my mind, Yan Yue is a great general, he shouldn't be bothered by these questions about what kind of woman, he should be serious and conscientious about his ambitions.

Now I look like I'm seriously hurt by love, and I'm standing in front of him, trying to persuade him but not trying to persuade him.

It's human nature to want to persuade him, after all, when you see someone upset, you can't help but want to comfort him.

I don't want to persuade him, it's very simple, I don't want to be because of this. The relationship with him has become different.

My goal is to gain his trust, so that I can ask for more information, not to be an emotional mentor to him.

Therefore, I am still wandering between these two paths, and I don't know which one to choose.

So I waited for the little fat man to watch in such a hesitant situation.

When the round-headed and round-headed guy came out, let alone me, he didn't even react to Yan Yue, who was still hurting.

The greasy face suddenly appeared in front of us, although there was a cute smile on his face, but there was an inexplicable urge to let people beat him.

Yan Yue is even more so, a dignified iron-blooded general, when he is injured, he is of course angry when he is seen by others.

At that time, with a thunderous momentum, the little fat soldier who had just appeared in front of us kicked out and flew away.

I watched as the little fat man's round body formed a graceful parabola in the air and landed vertically.

Smash a big hole in the thick, lawn.

I smiled at Yan Yue: "The general is really good at his feet! When I saw the little one today, I really admired it!"

After saying these false flattering words, I was about to take a step forward in smearing oil on the soles of my feet, but the guy who reacted and grabbed the clothes on the back of my neck.

"You've already seen how powerful I am just now, so where do you want to go now?" Yan Yue's voice sounded faintly behind me, unfazed, but secretly murderous.

I swallowed and struggled to turn my head back to look at him, I can assure that the black mud on my face had probably been wiped off by my own sweat.

When he turned his head back to look at Yan Yue, he inexplicably bumped into a frightened look in his eyes.

It's just that moment, fleeting.

"My lord, do you need me to do anything?" I said with a dry smile at Yan Yue.

The guy dragged me back to him with a brute force: "What do you want you to do? Isn't it supposed to be? Also, did you just tell you to go?"

As he spoke, the shattered moonlight that had been in his eyes suddenly turned into a deep pool, staring at me silently.

See that I don't speak. He pressed my shoulder with one hand and suddenly approached, and I subconsciously wanted to shrink back, but his wide palm pressed against the back of my head.

"This king is asking you, why don't you answer?" I watched as he gradually magnified in front of me. I have long lost my mind in my heart.

My good man, Yexun hasn't spoken to me like that, this guy, what's the point of doing this? I can think of this as a teaser?

Help, my heart is screaming, but my hands and feet can't do anything.

I am now a sheep in the enemy camp, surrounded by wolves, and if I peel off this layer of skin that has been draped outside, the abyss from which I will never recover.

I swallowed, thinking about what I was going to say next, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't piece together a complete sentence under this guy's fixed gaze.

"You, you, that...... I ......, "I'm embarrassed, my face is gone, my eyes are no longer looking at Yan Yue and him."

With this strange atmosphere and movements, I don't know what kind of wishful thinking he has in his heart, I can't just let him succeed!

It's about a long time to hold, and after a long time in this position, Yan Yue saw that I was very resistant, entangled, and struggled for a while, and then gave up.

He shoved me out of the way. quickly sorted out his look and appearance: "This king is tired tonight." Follow, and serve the king!"

After he said this, he threw the long sword he held in his hand in front of me, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Before I could pick it up, he changed himself, turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back.

His tsundere personality and temper. The unforgiving kung fu on the lips makes me have to doubt. Is he really the murderous bloodthirsty person I remember? Shouldn't this be the eldest lady who has been raised in the General's Mansion for a long time?

I turned around and looked sympathetically at the little fat man who was still in the distance, lying still on the ground.

At first, he could still moan a few words, but then his voice became quieter and quieter, and he didn't know if he had passed out or what, but now he was completely silent.

I'm going to help him up, but thinking of his greasy fat, I'll give up, and the little fat man is scheming, what if he fools me?

Tonight's purpose was achieved in a roundabout way, though the process was a bit difficult to describe. But it turned out that I really gained the trust of Yanyue.

Although, it seems that he has become a little weird, but that doesn't prevent me from getting the news out of his mouth.

Thinking of this, I picked up the long sword. hurriedly walked in the direction where Yan Yue left, and followed with a fart.

When I walked into the barracks again, I noticed that the atmosphere was very wrong.

There was a strangeness in the solemnity, and the faces of every soldier stationed there were not tiredness or spirit, but a near-dead silence.

Their eyes were empty and distant, and they looked at the vertical and upright man standing there, but I doubted that the next moment, if there was a breeze blowing, they would be able to follow the wind and plant it alive.

I can feel their anger, but this breath and face are not at all possessed by living people, and this way looks a little like ...... Corpse?

Impossible, impossible, I silently told myself.

Don't be complicated here. In the labyrinthine tents, I searched for tents for the reading, and took the opportunity to observe the soldiers stationed and the people who stayed in each tent.

In other words, it should be the evil master who is more appropriate.

I really can't figure it out, the group of unproductive things in the General's Mansion can obviously rely on their strength to fight for power and profit and raise troops to rebel, why do they have to rely on these evil ways to help themselves achieve hegemony?

Aren't they afraid that after they successfully seize power, they will leave behind some indelible history and infamy?