Chapter 731

The voice in the tent camp came one after another, and the golden goose outside heard it clearly. She couldn't tell why, but felt ashamed and annoyed.

Just at this time, Jin Ling came out. Jin Yan almost didn't even think about it. He rushed directly in front of him with a cold face and a scolding.

"Who asked you to ask Dr. Zhao? I don't need you to mind your own business when I have something to do... "

Jin Ling was stunned by her sudden question, and then responded quickly and said in a low voice: "Yanzi, you have something to say Let's go aside and say it alone

Jinling is also a hall leader. When Jinyan comes to the gate of tent camp, he makes such a fuss. I'm afraid many brothers have heard about it. If it spreads out again, what's his face?

"No need!"

The gold wild goose a sharp voice interrupted his words, the voice raised more big some, have several camp brothers all have heard the voice, peep out the head to look.

Jin Ling's face was red and black, and his voice was still very low: "Yanzi, we have something to say. If you blame me, I Make amends to you

Jin Yan's face was still stiff and hard to swallow: "Jin Ling, please remember that from now on, don't mind my business. Who I like and who I want to marry has nothing to do with you!"

Cold hard gas of throw down this sentence, the gold wild goose head also didn't return of left, only left the gold Ling Leng to stand in the same place, swarthy face become more dark.

Behind him, a good brother's joking voice came: "is the master of the Golden Hall shriveled? The golden needle lady is always fierce and upright. How did you provoke her? "

"Look at the gold needle lady. She must have taken advantage of others..."

"The lady of the golden needle is notoriously hard to get close to. How did the master of the Golden Hall deal with her?"

The laughter and banter between the tents came and went one after another, and Jin Ling's face became more and more ugly. He brushed his sleeve and walked into the tent camp without any response.

Outside the camp, men's rough jokes are still in an endless stream.

In the southeast, Zhao Wanxi gently lifted the curtain of the tent camp. In the dim light, she could vaguely see the man lying on the ground. The soft couch not far from him was empty, which was obviously left for her.

The air was very quiet. The man seemed to be asleep. Zhao Wanxi tiptoed to the soft couch and fell asleep.

After a long journey, everyone was tired. Zhao Wanxi soon fell asleep. She felt a little cold when she was half asleep. She curled up and hummed twice. Soon she was caught in a warm embrace, and her cool body was wrapped in warmth.

When Zhao Wanxi woke up again, she was cold again.

She frowned and felt the light outside the tent. It was already dawn.

After a brief tidying up, Zhao Wanxi walked out of the camp. The morning dew was slightly cold, which made her shiver.

Leng Jun Ao didn't show her voice. As soon as she lifted her hand, her black cloak had fallen on her.

The familiar warmth covers her back, and Zhao Wanxi's whole body is warm. She looks back at him. The man in the silver mask has gone away and is giving instructions to Jinling and other subordinates.

She suddenly recalled the warm soft couch of last night. It seemed that she suddenly realized that the cherry red lips were gradually raised, and outlined a beautiful arc.

Zhao Wanxi's catkin fell on her black cloak, and her mood was inexplicably happy.