“……”


    Yan Heng frowned suspiciously, but he still stretched out his hand to pick it up.


    "What is this?"


    "You''ll know if you''ve seen it."


    Xiang Xing didn''t know what to say. He just smiled and winked at him with soft eyes.


    Then he turned around again and hopped back to the tent.


    The man clutched the scroll and was silent for a while.


    Also turned down the stone, returned to his big tent, lit a lamp and took a look.


    Rows of dense hemp, but neat Juanxiu small characters came into view.


    The handwriting is flexible and as lovely as the owner of the handwriting.


    Seeing this, the man could not help but gently tickle the lip corner and continued to study it carefully.


    Reading and reading, he gradually widened his dark eyes and unconsciously clenched his hands holding the scroll.


    What is carefully listed above is nothing else, but all kinds of traps that the support Army will encounter on the next way.


    These traps are carefully conceived. If they are not careful, they may suffer heavy losses.


    Watching, Yan Heng paused and couldn''t help sneering.


    This Xiuyue country is quite interesting.


    After secretly recording those traps and tricks in his heart, the man''s eyes moved to the end of the scroll.


    The pupil shrank.


    After a long time, he put down the scroll silently.


    Slightly restrained eyes glanced at the gorgeous tent outside the window.


    After a pause, he suddenly raised his hand and tore the scroll into pieces. Then he threw it into a copper basin and burned it clean.


    Awe inspiring.


    If all this is true, he should really step up his pace.


    ……


    the second day.


    Before Xiang Xing woke up from his dream, he vaguely heard the noisy shouting outside.


    "Well..."


    The little guy sucked his nose, sat up with his head up, and rubbed his bleary sleeping eyes.


    [what time is it? It''s so noisy outside...]


    She asked Yaya angrily in her heart.


    [GA ~ ~]


    The ducks and ducks seem to wake up, yawn and pinch their wings, [ugly three quarters... Lying in the trough, why do they have to get up in the fourth watch!]


    It''s five o''clock on weekdays!


    [how do I know...]


    Xiang Xing dozed off and crept out of the bed vaguely.


    She thought for a moment and could not help but untie the curtain, poke out her little head and look out.


    Sure enough, I saw a group of soldiers packing their tents and preparing for their departure.


    ... so early.


    The little guy scratched the back of his head in some confusion.


    I woke up quickly and was ready to keep up with everyone.


    However, in the moment she turned around, in the afterglow of her eyes, she suddenly walked into a familiar figure.


    The steady pace, accompanied by the crisp crash of armor, slowly approached her.


    "You can sleep."


    Yan Heng chuckled and took the stunned Xiang Xing out directly and put him to the side of the tent.


    Then, without saying a word, he went in and cleaned up for her very quickly.


    Look at the little guy with a circle on his face.


    After a pause, two smudges appeared on the soft ball''s cheeks.


    Why, he has developed to take the initiative to make her bed


    Thinking, Xiang Xing felt a little shy.


    Hurriedly opened the curtain: "I can take it myself..."


    Before a word was exported, she was surprised to find that the man inside had packed all her things.


    "When you put it away by yourself, the team has gone out for miles.".


    Yan Heng lifted his eyes reluctantly and stuffed the burden into Xiang Xing''s arms.