The tents in the barracks are made of waterproof materials.

As the rain poured down on the fabric, making a muffled sound of water, I huddled by the fire, holding a warm cup of tea, soaking in warmth.

Yan Cianming was communicating with a middle-aged man in red armor, who looked very majestic and looked like a difficult person to get along with.

After a while, the tea in my hand was cold, and Yan Cianming finished negotiating.

A room full of soldiers with knives walked out in unison, and I looked at him expectantly.

"Fu Shuye, I'll be here in a while."

As if he knew what I cared about, Yan Jieming didn't wait for me to open his mouth and took the initiative to say: "You should change into dry clothes first, you should be sick if you are so wet." ”

I blushed and said

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