Chapter 12: Unless You Throw in the Defeat!

Whether he is unreasonable or not, Mu Yutian obviously can't get past Murong Yan's punishment, so he can only be obedient, after all, he is under the roof and has to bow his head!

Murong Yanxing hugged Mu Yutian and strode towards his bedroom.

Mu Yutian was put on the bed by Murong Yan, originally thinking that he might be thrown on the bed by him, but as a result, this person was not what she imagined, although he looked very strong, he occasionally ...... It's kind of gentle.

"You don't have to participate in drills in the afternoon, you can rest first." Murong Yan looked at Mu Yutian on the bed and said.

When Mu Yutian heard Murong Yanxing say this, her big eyes immediately lit up, and some little mice stole a sweet grape.

That's great! It's time to rest!

She wants to take a shower and hold the quilt to catch up on sleep!

Murong Yanxing didn't know what Mu Yutian was thinking in his heart, so that he wouldn't let you rest so happily.

"Still." Murong Yanxing didn't wait for the corners of her lips to pull up, and continued to speak, "Tomorrow morning's training, there will be no more mistakes. ”

Mu Yutian just wanted to speak, but was blocked by Murong Yan's sentence.

"Unless...... You're just throwing in the towel? ”

"I, I won't!" Mu Yutian rode the tiger hard, and retorted with his neck.

Murong Yanxing nodded: "That's good, Nian is just here, you are not suitable for the routine here, I will still wake you up tomorrow morning, I am going to train now, you can rest by yourself." ”

Finally sent the Great Demon King away!

Although she knows that her current happiness is short-lived, Mu Yutian still enjoys such a free life.

Can someone take in the wicked man Murong Yanxing?!

No, no, no, you can't take him yet, if he does...... The Mu family has no backer.

Mu Yutian hugged the quilt, sullenly, and her mood for Murong Yan's punishment was very complicated.

As soon as Murong Yanxing walked out of the house, he was blocked by the third platoon leader again.

almost knew what the third row was going to say, Murong Yanxing ignored him and walked forward.

The third platoon commander also knew the temper of their army commander, and followed him directly before speaking: "Boss, I heard that old guy in the building is going to send the eldest son to our team?" And said it was...... Tempering? This is clearly to make it difficult for us to do, who doesn't know that his eldest son is a playboy, a soft egg, this rich kid who is lazy and lazy...... It's the cannon fodder in his hands, and if we can't bring it well, he will have a reason to look for our Third Army, don't bring it...... I guess I'll have to grind him half to death, and I'll have to make trouble for us when the time comes, anyway...... What's that, boss, we are in three rows, and we don't accept such people. ”

"You guys, you're very well-informed." Murong Yanxing stopped with a cold face.

The third platoon commander could only smile: "Boss, this is also a kind of tactic, know yourself and your opponent." ”

"As far as you have a lot of tricks, the leader of the first row in the morning has already come to me to be accommodating, and now that you are also here, it seems that I can only stuff people into ten rows."

The first row, the third row, and the tenth row are the three elite teams that Murong Yanxing usually supervises.

"Are you really going to accept it?" The third platoon commander really admires their boss, and he just picked up a daughter-in-law who fainted in the playground on the first day, and now he has to pick up an ancestor.

This year of the Third Army is destined to be lively......