"Ah...... After soaking in the hot springs, I really feel very relaxed! ”

Wearing a bathrobe, Mu Yue stood in the open space outside the hot spring bath.

The time of spring in Britain is not much different from that in China, but the belt is slightly earlier, somewhat similar to the land south of the Yangtze River.

In February and March, when the spring in northern China is still cold, Britain is already full of spring and the sun is shining.

Although the climate of the British Isles is changeable, the further south you go, the milder the climate becomes, so Mu Yue, who has lived in London for several days, has not encountered any extreme weather.

Looking up at the night sky, the moonlight was still bright and clear, although it was a little misty.

Although they both belong to the Northern Hemisphere, the London dimension is higher than Mu Yue's hometown river, so the starry sky looks clearer.

It's just that Mu Yue prefers the night in her hometown.

With the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze echoing in her ears, Mu Yue suddenly felt a little homesick.

Sitting on the steps outside the bathhouse, Dadao Shangyang seemed to be in the same mood as Mu Yue, and he looked at the sky silently with his hands and ten fingers interlocked to support his chin.

"Master, you know what?"

"What?"

"When I accompanied the regiment commander to the battle to kill the enemy, I was worried about the enemy's night attack every night, and I have never been able to enjoy the night scene so leisurely as now."

"Then you can enjoy it now."

"No! Lao Tzu's body is used to fighting and killing, and such a leisurely life is a little uncomfortable. ”

Shangyang's accent is somewhat Hubei with some Hubei characteristics, and he seems to have said that his previous master, the head of the regiment, seems to be from Hubei.

"But that's fine, war or something...... There are too many dead people to die, and they are evil! It's nice to be able to do it like this. ”

The tone suddenly became a little low, and it was the first time Mu Yue had seen Shangyang in such a state.

This guy is completely like a big five or three rough on weekdays, and he can't stop saying things like "Lao Tzu hacked him" and "Let's fight". Mu Yue never imagined that he would have such a side.

"Speaking of which, did you ever think about how you would live when the war ended?"

"! Lao Tzu is a knife, how can he think about these problems? Don't talk about this, even the wish of the head of Lao Tzu back then was just to be killed by the last bullet in the last war, and he never thought about what to do after peace! ”

"So what about you? Is the wish to be cut in half by the last enemy saber in the last war? ”

"No, no, no! It should be said that he died with the last enemy sword, only Lao Tzu died, how can the grandson be alive? ”

"Ahaha, hahahaha......"

Such an answer is really full of the style of the anti-Japanese war broadsword.

Did the soldiers of that era all have such thoughts?

Mu Yue didn't know.

Longquan Qixing came from nowhere, carrying three small bottles in his hands.

Through the light, Mu Yue saw clearly what he was carrying in his hand - three bottles of whiskey.

"Come on, big sword, sword master, let's have a drink?"

"Shhhh What's so good about foreign wine? ”

"How can you let me get Moutai for you in this place?"

Longquan Qixing took one bottle by himself, and then threw the remaining two bottles of whiskey to Shangyang and Mu Yue.

"I won't drink it......"

Mu Yue shook his head and returned the wine to Longquan Qixing.

“…… The curse hasn't been lifted yet, and I'm careful what I do now, and if I drink, something bad will happen. ”

"That's fine! Let's drink it two! ”

Longquan Qixing didn't care either, and sat down directly beside Dadao Shangyang.

The first-class scoundrel suddenly took the whiskey and drank it as if he was drinking two pots, and Mu Yue's brows jumped.

Looking at them like this, Mu Yue thought that the two of them had a good amount of alcohol, but what made him embarrassed was that these two guys were all drunk with a drink.

Especially after getting drunk, Shangyang's words are actually more than Longquan Seven Stars.

"Goohaha...... ...... year The three wings of the devils surrounded our regiment with a total of almost 10,000 people...... Our regiment ran out of ammunition and food...... Not to mention the bullets, not even a peanut is gone! ”

“…… Prime minister...... Prime Minister...... You've died so miserably......"

“…… Then, the regiment commander took Lao Tzu and his subordinates to fight bayonets with devils! White-knuckle combat! I have to say that those grandsons are really powerful! ”

“…… Oh haha...... Hao's first horseman, the gray-haired old thief ......"

"The result! We fought our way out of the bloody road...... Though...... The commissar is dead! A lot of people have died! Even the cooking class was killed...... Fuck it! ”

"The sky is long, why is it thin...... The great cause of the Northern Expedition has been wasted! ”

What Lao Tzu didn't expect was that before the political commissar sacrificed, he actually confessed to Lao Tzu! The fucking commissar is a bitch! Such a big and three thick girl! ”

“…… Now these guys, dirty! Dirty! Boss Cao's [Your wife, I raised you, you go quickly] Dao Ye can no longer look at it directly...... Who the fuck is spreading rumors? What Cao Wei loves his wife, Dongwu is a good Lori, and Shu is all the base? Come out! Dao Ye promised not to kill him! ”

……

"These two guys, it's a shame!"

Mu Yue is now a little glad that the hot spring bath was covered by them, otherwise he would not be embarrassed to be thrown home if he was looked at by outsiders?

At this moment, the sound of girls frolicking suddenly came.

Mengzhu, who had already finished soaking in the hot springs, walked out of the bath.

"Tsuki-chan Tsuki-chan !!!"

Mengzhu, who was wearing a pink yukata, saw Mu Yue, his eyes lit up at the moment, and he ran over with cheers and threw himself into Mu Yue's arms.

Carefully hugged Mengzhu, the tip of his nose sniffed the fragrance from his childhood sweetheart, Mu Yue looked left and right, and suddenly asked, "Huh?" What about Xingyun? ”

"I don't know!"

Mengzhu raised his head in Mu Yue's arms and showed him a sunflower-like smile.

"Xingyun-chan didn't come with us! (*^__^*) hee hee ...... Don't you care about Tsuki-chan? ”

"What do you care about?"

"Ahhh......h Xiao Mujun is really dull. ”

Di Qi lightly tapped the folding fan on Mu Yue's forehead.

"Whether that scrap wood is a girl or not is still up for debate."

Mu Yue's face suddenly froze.

"What's wrong with these two idiots?" Yu Gu looked at Shangyang and Longquan Qixing, who were sitting on the steps drunk, and turned his head to ask Mu Yue embarrassedly, "Are you playing philosophical ♂ play?" ”

"What the hell is going on in your head?"

Paper fan beating.

The fish intestine suddenly flattened its mouth, and ran to the turtle with a pretended aggrieved expression at a glance.

Sure enough, she was deceived by the expression of the fish intestine, and she gently hugged the fish intestine with a gentle smile of five plus signs of healing—and then pressed the latter's head into her chest.

"Woo woo ————!!!!!"

The fish intestine suddenly struggled hard.

Mengzhu looked at the self-inflicted fish intestines with a smile, and suddenly said: "Yue-chan, is this the legendary 'facial cleanser'?" ”

Mu Yue: ".................."

- the dream bamboo, you are also dirty!