After leaving the weapons shop, Iron Slag felt a little sleepy and walked along the main street towards the east. From here, he was going to walk directly onto the oil road, and then return to the camp of the Academy Alliance. Compared with the road he came, he walked a lot farther like this, which was equivalent to a big circle around the shack area. However, the reason why he did not choose to return the way he came was because he really did not have the courage to pass by the square of the guide again. It felt too pathetic, and the sad atmosphere was suffocating. At the same time, it also made him feel his own insignificance and powerlessness, and felt the heaviness of his mission......

On his deathbed, the old man told him the secret that he planned to find a guide to visit after dawn. Born in the Northern Wilderness, he clearly knows that no matter where the slums are, dragons and snakes are mixed and chaotic, especially in places full of insects, and there are reefs and dangerous shoals. For an outsider like him, it is better to choose to go there to investigate during the day.

A moment later, he was in the second half of the street. Shops are becoming more sparse, the spacing between streetlights and streetlights is getting wider, and there are fewer pedestrians passing by.

In the dim light, the iron slag habitually walks in the dark, and the corner of the eye sweeps back and forth, observing the movement around him. Along the way, it was calm. However, just as he was about to turn onto the road at the end of the street, a group of disheveled men suddenly appeared in the alley in front of him, and they came towards him in twos and threes.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he continued to walk forward quietly. In the blink of an eye, the group split into two groups and walked to his sides, intentionally or unintentionally.

He could see that the target of this group of people was clearly him. So he quickened his pace, stopped at a street lamp, and looked around. Suddenly, everyone in front of them also involuntarily stopped. They looked at each other, looking at each other, as if they were asking for each other's opinions.

The next moment, the people who walked in the front looked at the iron slag ......

While staring, they suddenly seemed to have a tacit understanding, and turned around and left without saying a word. As these people left, the crowd in front quickly dispersed. I saw them scrambling into the alley, and soon disappeared into the dim light, leaving no one left. Seeing this, Iron Slag twisted his neck as if nothing had happened, and continued to walk forward.

A moment later, he walked up the road, all the way east, to the camp. And shortly after he left, a few whispers rang out in the deep alley.

"Boss, what the hell is wrong?" "Don't you see?" "See what?" "Hard stubble, real hard stubble, when we meet this kind of person in the future, we'd better not even get close." "Why?" "yes, we didn't even see it?" "If this kind of person doesn't do it, he will kill people if he wants to do it, and ......" "And what?" "Did you notice, he looks a little like Hagrid, I almost thought I was looking at the wrong person." As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the alley seemed to freeze, so quiet that he could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

After a short while, the sound ......of inhaling cold air sounded in the silent alley.

After about an hour, the Iron Slag returned to the Wolf Legion's station along the oil road. In the distance, he heard a shout of "one, two, one", and it was estimated that Wang Hu was leading the team members to run in the morning. By this time, five hours had passed since he left the tent. He looked at the table below, and it was 9 a.m. Silver City time and 117 p.m. S. time. When he first arrived here, Wang Hu suggested that no matter day or night, the soldiers should be allowed to strictly follow the time of Yincheng for rest and training.

When the shouts of the morning exercise were gone, the iron slag quietly walked into the tent. Although he is the head of the regiment, it is not a good thing for the team members to see him going out late at night. As a regimental leader, you shouldn't take the lead in going out during sleep hours. After returning to the rest area, he didn't see Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe, who were originally sleeping on the couch, but saw Bai Xiaoyun leaning back on the sofa and dozing off. He laid down his weapon and was about to step forward to wake up the former, but in the blink of an eye, he noticed that there was a marching tent in the corner of the rest area.

He walked over lightly and was relieved to hear two even breaths outside the small tent. After all, this is a military camp, and it is inconvenient for girls to rest here. It was only then that he remembered something else. Alan Rudolph had brought two warblers with him, and he had given them to Ju Amu to manage. Later, I heard Ju Amu say that the two Liuying wanted to continue to work in the logistics team. He didn't pay much attention to it at the time, so he said he could stay if he wanted, and he didn't know where they were sleeping now, it wasn't like a dark lighthouse, where there was a camp for women.

After thinking for a while, a feeling of sleepiness suddenly hit, and he immediately left the small tent and came to the couch opposite Bai Xiaoyun. After lying down, he casually picked up the military blanket used by the two women just now and covered himself. Smelling the faint fragrance of the two women on the military carpet, he soon fell asleep......

In a beautiful dream, he returned to Iron Mountain Town, back to the Dwarf Mountain stronghold. When the first warm rays of sunlight shone into the cramped container bedroom in the morning, he woke up leisurely. With a small yawn, he rolled out of bed, twisted his neck, and put on his slippers and walked out of the bedroom.

Outside the bedroom, he took a deep breath of fresh air, drew some water, washed up briefly, and then walked to a vegetable patch on the side with the basin, and splashed the water in the basin into the field with a "whoosh". Looking at the green leaves, the bunches of tiny pea pods, and the round cabbage, he thought about what he should have for breakfast today......

After some hesitation, he made a decision - to go down the mountain and eat at the old cow.

At this moment, the iron door of the container that was used as a warehouse suddenly opened, Ye Xinling wrapped her hands in rags, walked out with a pot of hot stew, and called to him: "Master, get up~, come and have breakfast~"

"Hmm." He nodded and walked over.

Ye Xinling put the iron pot on the small table, and then scooped a bowl of potatoes and stuffed meat for him with a long spoon. Smelling the meat and star anise, he worked up an appetite and ate it beautifully.

"Boy, how are you feeling?" A gentle whisper came from my ears. He raised his head, and at some point, the person in front of him turned into Mu Yu Lily of the Valley, smiling lightly at him. In an instant, that beautiful face made the morning light dim.

Suddenly, someone seemed to be tapped on the shoulder.

"Brother, did you miss me?" Turning his head, Mu Yuqin was sitting beside him with a big grin, stretching out his arms around his neck and putting them on his shoulders.

He was about to answer, but suddenly someone grabbed him from behind. He turned his face sideways and tilted his head to look up. I saw a pair of slender eyes staring at him, and the black jade eyes slid left and right, revealing a light of contempt and cunning,

"Baby, are you happy to see your sister?" Lena asked with a smile. At this moment, her eyes were bent into the shape of a crescent moon. In that playful, malicious smile, there must have been a lot of bad ideas that gave him a headache. Still, he moved comfortably and rubbed against her breasts. If it had been possible, he would never want to leave this warm embrace again......

Nothing to say all night......

At 11 o'clock in the evening of Yincheng time and 9 o'clock in the morning of Scith time, the iron slag that had slept for more than ten hours finally woke up slowly. When he opened his eyes, he was greeted by a small table lamp, and the dim orange light softly sprinkled on the surrounding furniture, making everything warm. It was still late at night, and there were still more than twenty hours before dawn. The night in Desert Five was five times as long as the Silver City World, with more than sixty hours. Such a long dark night can't help but make people think of it.

"Only three golds for the night~"

He shook his head vigorously and drove Qi Nian out for the time being. But in the blink of an eye, he saw the marching tent of Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe. Thoughts surged over him, causing his emotions to become manic.

Sensing the change in himself, he quickly sat up straight, concentrating and calming down, trying to suppress the instinctive desire. Gradually, he gathered his restless thoughts. But the good times didn't last long, just when he was about to regain his composure, the whispers of Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe came from not far away.

"Ke'er, did you say that the head of the regiment woke up?" "It should be soon, it's been fifteen hours."

Iron Slag frowned, at this critical juncture, there are still people who add fuel to the fire and fall into the well, it is really unspeakably depressed. In order to avoid too much physical contact with the two women, which could lead to an accident of misfire, he decided to pretend that he hadn't woken up yet. Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, he slowly leaned back, and then carefully pulled out the military blanket from behind his back, and covered himself lightly with the help of the back of the sofa.

Just as he moved the military blanket and closed his eyes, the two girls walked into the rest area with a burst of soapy fragrance. He squinted slightly, and could see that the two girls had just finished taking a shower, and their hair was still slightly misty.

"Ah~ The head of the regiment hasn't woken up yet~" "I can really sleep~ It's just like a little fat pig" "Where is he like?" The little fat pork is toot~ white and cute~ I look at it~ His little wild boar is almost the same. As soon as the words fell, the two women chuckled at the same time.

The laughter like a silver bell made the iron slag in the fake sleep have green tendons on his forehead.

The two girls laughed for a while, Mu Qianhe's face suddenly sank, and he said seriously: "Little girl~ Now it's getting more and more presumptuous~ You dare to say that the head of the group is a little wild boar, and when he wakes up, I will tell him and see how he punishes you." ”

Qin Ke'er wrinkled her nose, snorted lightly, and said, "You talked about his little fat pig first." ”

"He's not fat, so he knows I'm not talking about him, I'm just comparing him to sleeping, but if you say he's a little wild boar, that's different." Mu Qianhe said forcefully.

"What's the difference?" Qin Ke'er raised her small chin and said disdainfully.

"The difference is big...... "Mu Qianhe said in a long voice, "Little wild boar~It's dark~"

"What does it matter?" Qin Ke'er asked.

"I heard Assistant Qin say that the head of the regiment is the most taboo for others to say that he is black." Mu Qianhe whispered.

Hearing this, Iron Slag almost couldn't help but jump.

"But his skin isn't dark~" Qin Ke'er added.

"I don't know why, anyway, the assistant said that he can't say black words in front of him, and he can't compare things related to black, such as a little black horse, a little black wolf and the like." Mu Qianhe said with a straight face, "She said that dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die, and if they are born, they will be killed; The tiger has sharp teeth, and when it touches it, it is crazy, the snake spits venom, and when it sees it, it panics, and anything related to black is like the reverse scale and dark thorn of the regiment leader, and the tiger tooth snake venom. ”

"Wow~It's scary~" Qin Ke'er covered her mouth and whispered.

Mu Qianhe snorted lightly and threatened, "You have to listen to your sister, otherwise I will tell the head of the regiment later, and let him spank your little ass." ”

"You lie, the head of the regiment wears black clothes every day, where is the taboo to be dark?" Qin Ke'er asked rhetorically.

"So......" Mu Qianhe thought about it, nodded thoughtfully, and said, "It seems to make some sense......" As he spoke, Mu Qianhe suddenly reached out and grabbed Qin Ke'er's small waist and hugged him, and then pressed it to her ear and whispered, "Our Ke'er is so careful~come~ Hurry up and let my sister kiss one~"

"Don't ...... Female hooligan ...... Wow~"