When Ran Xin woke up again, he found that he was already lying on the bed in the room, without clothes, but the quilt was well covered. Ran Xin's mind appeared like Sang Shang again, thinking that he was the one who carried him back to the room?

Ran Xin couldn't help but shudder, and immediately shot away this terrible thought, it should be someone else in the villa who sent her back.

When Ran Xin wanted to sleep for a while, he suddenly heard Sang Shang's cold voice from the roof, "Within ten minutes, wash up and dress, wait for me in the room,"

Ran Xin was so frightened by the sudden sound that he hugged the quilt and shrank to the edge of the bed.

After hearing that it was Sang Shang's voice, Ran Xin couldn't help but complain, "Can't you talk well, you always speak suddenly, you want to scare people to death,"

"You have eight minutes left," Sang Shang's cold voice sounded again.

Ran Xin still held his mouth and didn't want to move.

"Seven minutes," Sang Shang counted down in a voice without temperature.

Ran Xin was speechless, so he could only lift the quilt and run into the bathroom. Because it has become short hair, the speed of bathing is also faster than before.

When Ran Xin walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, he found that Sang Shang was already sitting on the chair by the window like a sculpture.

"Why didn't you make a sound when you came in, you were scared to death," Ran Xin felt that his heart had really been trained, and he had begun to get used to Sang Shang's elusiveness.

"What sound do I need to enter my pet's room?" Sang Shang glanced at Ran Xin changing clothes.

Sang Shang saw that Ran Xin really didn't have a scar on his body, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly with satisfaction.

Ran Xin was very unaccustomed to being stared at by a man like this to change clothes, but Ran Xin endured it and didn't say anything, because she knew that if she protested, Sang Shang would definitely say, "You are my pet, is there anything wrong with watching pets change clothes?" ”

Ran Xin quickly changed his clothes, turned around and stood honestly in front of Sang Shang waiting for his instructions.

Sang Shang stood up slowly, and said coldly, "Keep up,"

"Where are you going?" Ran Xin followed behind Sang Shang for unknown reasons.

Because he is small and his legs are short, Sang Shang has to take several steps when he takes one step, so he almost always trots behind Sang Shang.

Sang Shang could feel that Ran Xin had been trotting after him, but he didn't slow down, "Remove the things on your hands and feet, and then, follow me, as a pet, you have to get used to my rhythm,"

"Oh, okay," Ran Xin rolled his eyes speechlessly, and scolded Sang Shang ten thousand times in his heart.

Ran Xin followed Sang Shang to a room on the third floor of the villa, where An Jiu was already waiting.

"People are coming, let's start," Sang Shang motioned to An Jiu to start as soon as he entered the door.

An Jiu silently walked in front of Ran Xin and used the communication ring in his hand to give instructions.

Ran Xin saw that An Jiu just tapped on his own ring, and the metal rings on his wrists and ankles all fell off automatically. Ran Xin, who finally removed the bracelets and anklets, kept moving his hands and feet.

"Come here, stand," Sangshang sat in a large office chair and pointed to his back.

Ran Xin stood behind Sang Shang very cooperatively, feeling like Sang Shang's personal maid.

"I didn't eat breakfast, and I still have to stand," Ran Xin couldn't help muttering again.

Sang Shang didn't look back at her this time, but just replied lightly, "Breakfast is being made, and the meal will be served in an hour, and it's not yet time to start eating,"

Ran Xin lowered his head and clicked on his ring, and the time showed that it was five o'clock in the morning.

"Wake me up so early in the morning, can't you let me sleep a little longer?" Ran Xin protested in a low voice.

"Remember, you're a pet, and you have to be with your owner whenever he likes to ask you to stay with you," Sang Shang said leisurely as he flipped through the papers.

"Oh, good," Ran Xin behaved very obediently on the surface.

Sang Shang no longer cared about Ran Xin and began to deal with his own affairs.

"Are the new generals of the Eastern and Northern Regions coming up?" Sang Shang asked An Jiu, who was standing in front of him.

"There are a few people elected from the Eastern and Northern Districts, and the marshal can take a look at their resumes," Anjiu put the resumes of several generals in front of Sanchan.

Sang Shang glanced at it, and his eyebrows frowned, "What kind of people are these, if you want experience or no experience, if you want qualifications or no qualifications, is there no talent in the North and East Districts?" ”

"Does the marshal have any arrangements?" An Jiu asked tentatively.

"Let me think about this matter for another day, and I will choose you tomorrow," Sang Shang actually had a candidate in his heart, but he still needed to meet and talk to those two people.

"Marshal, this, this is the appraisal report of the wounds given by the experts," Anju put a report on Sangshang's desk.

As soon as Sang Shang wanted to speak, he heard a soft yawn behind him, the same kind of yawn that he wanted to endure but couldn't help but can't help it.

Sang Shang saw Ran Xin's teary-eyed little appearance on one side, looking pitiful and wanting to sleep, really like a little pet.

Sang Shang looked back at the report, but the corners of his mouth kept raising slightly, obviously in a very happy mood.

An Jiu looked at the light smile on the corner of the marshal's mouth and felt very uncomfortable. Is the marshal going to change from being cold to being friendly and warm?

Ran Xin, who opened his eyes after yawning, happened to catch a glimpse of the photo on Sang Shang's report, and subconsciously muttered, "Isn't this the scratch of a beast?" ”

"Scratches of beasts?" Sang Shang turned his head and frowned at Ran Xin.

Ran Xin nodded, looking as a matter of course, "Yes, at first glance, you know that it is a scratch from the claws of a large beast,"

"How can you be sure of something that even experts can't be sure of?" An Jiu stared unhappily at Ran Xin, who was interjecting on the side.

Ran Xin was very disdainful, leaned down slightly, and his head was close to Sang Shang's shoulder. Because he was small, if he wanted to point his finger to the report, his chin would already rest on Sangshang's shoulder.

Neither of them, though, noticed anything wrong with the position.

Ran Xin pointed to the photo on the report very seriously, "Here, here, and here, it is obvious that the animal's claws are stabbed into the body, and it is impossible for our human weapons to cause such a wound,"

"How do you know so well?" An Jiu stared at Ran Xin with unkind eyes.

Ran Xin scratched his slightly curly warm hair, "I don't know why, I used to be a doctor?" When I was there in Xun Zhi before, he showed me a lot of equipment, and I only had a little feeling for the scalpel,"

Sang Shang nodded, "It seems that as I guessed, Cheng Cheng and Xinya were not killed by aliens, they were killed by half-orcs, and then they want to blame the alienants, so that we can start a war with the alienants, and they can take advantage of the opportunity,"