But for a moment, a small and lovely tent as its owner appeared in front of everyone.


    "Wow!"


    Xiang Xing''s soft eyes lit up, shouted excitedly and turned around the finished small tent for several times.


    He ran to Yan Heng again, smiled sweetly and bowed to him, "thank you, general Yan."


    “……”


    Yan Heng slightly lowered his eyes and looked at her, and continued to be silent for a while.


    Suddenly, he turned to his side and scratched a little uncomfortable on his perfect handsome face.


    "... repay your salvation for your brothers."


    The voice is heavy and very light.


    "Huh?"


    Xiang Xing didn''t hear very clearly. He couldn''t help taking two steps forward and raised his small head.


    Soft eyes blinked, "general, what did you just say?"


    "... cough."


    Yan Heng coughed a little unnaturally and glanced back at her.


    The bottom of his eyes shook slightly, "nothing."


    "OK..."


    Smelling the speech, the little guy only answered gently, and there seemed to be some loss in his soft waxy voice.


    These two faint words deserved a cold-faced general who had been fighting in the battlefield for many years. He was inexplicably confused in his heart.


    He couldn''t help staring at the past again.


    But I saw the girl pursing her pink lips, silently turning around, opening the small tent and drilling in.


    A moment later, the dim yellow light lit up in the tent. I saw the little figure sitting alone in it. It didn''t seem to want to rest.


    The man paused and his heart suddenly softened.


    He thought about it, but he sighed and went to the door.


    He leaned down and lifted the curtain slightly.


    He didn''t look inside, but left a very light word.


    "It''s getting late. You should have a rest early."


    "Well?"


    Xiang Xing raised his soft eyes blankly and looked at the sound.


    But I only saw the slightly swaying curtain and heard a distant sound of armor collision.


    Soon, the noise around gradually subsided.


    Xiang Xing really didn''t plan to go to bed right away.


    Instead, he took out a small blank scroll from his carry on bag and unfolded it gently under the candle light.


    Then he tilted his head and thought about the difficult things that would happen next in the plot.


    Then write it down one by one.


    Watching her make complaints about the pink lips and carefully recording, the leaning stick on the side of the Phoenix can not help sighing, silently Tucao.


    [how do I feel that you are not so much a prophet as a traitor with intelligence...]


    [isn''t that right?]


    Hey, little guy, he smiled and didn''t raise his head.


    My left hand clenched it confidently, [I''m so honest, can I always influence him?]


    [I don''t know...]


    The duck spread its wings silently and went to bed by itself.


    ……


    Xiang Xing was busy until the fourth watch, and finally filled up the small scroll.


    After checking, she tutted with satisfaction, carefully rolled it up and put it into her arms.


    Just put out the light and fell down.


    At that time, in the general''s tent not far from the small tent, Yan Heng was still sitting by the window, studying military books.


    Suddenly he saw the dim light that had been affecting him in the corner of his eyes. The man seemed to feel it and glanced at it subconsciously.


    The tight eyebrows relaxed.


    The last candle in the whole camp finally went out.


    ……


    The next morning, the whole camp gradually woke up..


    The little guy also got up early in the morning. After cleaning up, he ran out and prepared to collect his tent by himself.