Hearing Old Bond's analysis, Merlin nodded very seriously, and then also said what he thought in his heart.

"That Lord Qiao Ran's strength can't be seen at his level at all, but the only thing I can be sure of is that he is very powerful, and he is strong enough to easily crush Karim! If it is really like what he just said, if he really lets Beichuan learn from him, he should be able to look forward to it in three months. Although defeating Karim is simply delusional. However, let's take 10,000 steps back, after Beichuan followed that adult, he can be regarded as half a disciple, no matter how bad he is, he will not watch his disciple die directly in the ring, and he will definitely come to the rescue! ”

Merlin's pertinent analysis gave hope to Old Bond, and he shook Beichuan's body a little excitedly, and whispered

"Little one, do you hear what your big brother Merlin said? You must follow that lord well! Now only he can save you! Don't mess around anymore! Listen to your Uncle Bond! Don't you want to go home alive?"

What a strange word!

Qiao Ran, can he save me?

Beichuan raised his head blankly and looked at Old Bond with a look of hope, but he didn't know what to say.

He has never had a good impression of that guy, not to mention, his knee is still aching faintly, this is the humiliation brought to him by Qiao Ran, and Beichuan can't let go.

The tent was suddenly lifted, and a cool breeze followed, making Beichuan shiver.

"You, come with me! Master Qiao Ran has arranged a place for you to live!"

The person who came in was also a black-armored soldier, his face was expressionless, and without saying a word, he pointed to Beichuan and motioned for him to go with him.

"Little guy, why are you stunned! Don't go quickly! Follow that adult well, don't be willful anymore!"

Old Bond saw that Beichuan was still stunned, and hurriedly pushed Beichuan, lest he make some trouble again.

"But, Uncle Bond, what are you going to do? I don't want to leave you..."

Beichuan looked reluctant, he was reluctant to take care of him all the time, like the old Bond of his relatives.

"You don't need to worry about them, the adults have made arrangements, the civilian old Bond will stay in the wounded barracks to take care of Merlin for the time being, and as for the seven slaves, the adults will let them do some groceries in the army for the time being, and when the war is over, they will be exempted from their slave status!

The words of the black-armored soldier caused everyone to fall into ecstasy again.

Hart and the others, who had been crying for a long time, cried directly on the ground this time.

They never dreamed that what Merlin had said before would come true!

They really have a day when they will no longer be slaves, and they can finally live in this land with dignity.

For Qiao Ran's arrangement, although everyone was reluctant, they were still happy, although Hart and they left.

There were only two people in the tent, Old Bond and Merlin, but they were able to take care of each other, which was the best result.

"My lord, please lead the way! I'll go to Master Qiao Ran!"

Beichuan stood in front of the soldier very obediently this time, and turned around and smiled at the others.

He was very satisfied with Qiao Ran's arrangement.

"Little one, don't worry! Learn more skills and come back! There is me here, don't worry! I will take care of you Brother Merlin!"

Old Bond waved at Kitagawa and gave him a dose of reassurance.

Looking at Old Bond's wrinkled face, Beichuan's tears once again fell uncontrollably.

In fact, what he wants to say most is:

Uncle Bond, you have to take care of yourself, but old Bond tells him that he will take care of Merlin, and Beichuan knows that the figure of this old man will not dissipate in his heart for the rest of his life.

Everyone was warm, but the black-armored soldier was a little impatient, and urged Beichuan to say"

Let's go, don't keep making any bitter feelings, you are not going to die, you are just following Lord Qiao Ran, you can come back at any time, no one will stop you!"

"Uh..... Can you come back?"

The words of the black-armored soldier made Beichuan's eyes light up, he scratched his head in embarrassment, smiled, and stopped talking nonsense.

After saying goodbye to everyone, he obediently followed him out of the wounded barracks.

There were no words all the way, only Kitagawa's warmth and vision for the future.

"This is where I live?"

Beichuan looked at the inconspicuous low tent in front of him dumbfounded, the address was not bad, next to Qiao Ran's tent.

But when I came here before, I remembered that it was a big bonfire, and how did it become a tent after a while?

The ashes on the ground had not yet been cleaned, and the sight of it made people feel a pungent smell of smoke.

The point is, to say that this tent is short is to lift him, this small one is really a bit too much!

Compared with Qiao Ran's tent, it is simply the great-great-great-grandchildren's.

Beichuan really didn't understand, since they had already arranged themselves next to Qiao Ran's tent, why didn't they let them live in directly.

Do you have to have one room?

It's not that Beichuan dislikes small places, and after being a slave for so long, where has he never lived?

The main thing is that this guy won't have any nasty shows in the tent at night, right?

Beichuan thought with evil taste, and Qiao Ran's appearance as a white-faced scholar appeared in his mind again.

Sven scum, I'm still pretending to be serious.

Beichuan fantasized in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, so he could only get into his tent under the gaze of the black-armored soldier.

"Ahh

As soon as he got in, Beichuan was so smoked by the smell of firewood that he sneezed.

Frowning at the simple straw mat and futon on the ground, and the space that could only allow him to move on his stomach, Kitagawa scolded in his heart.

"Your girl's Qiao Ran! Your uncle's! Why do you still want to teach Lao Tzu, you just teach me like this?

You yourself are in the big tent, but Lao Tzu wants to build a kennel next to you, I am your watchdog!"

"Your food will be brought to you, don't walk around!"

The black-armored soldier coldly threw down a few words and left directly.

Beichuan sat up with difficulty, trying to keep his head from touching the roof of the shed.

Holding his shoulders, looking at the campfire not far away, he lost his mind for a while.

What should I do now?

I only have three months to go, and according to the plots of those novels I read before, shouldn't Qiao Ran immediately appear in front of him now, muttering that time is pressed and then make a series of special training plans for himself?

Why is there no movement?

Thinking of this, Beichuan plucked up the courage to climb out of the tent, he wanted to ask Qiao Ran.