Chapter 462

Leng Qingyan's drooping eyebrows and eyes floated a trace of coldness, restrained his anger, changed a smiling face, looked at the man, slowly stood up with his hand on the wall, and his cold eyes looked in the direction of the obscene man's fingers.

I saw a strong man with his legs wrapped on a pile of straw and a pair of penetrating tattoos painted on his half exposed arms. His two strong arms were thicker than Leng Qingyan's thighs. He had wheat colored skin. There was a two foot long scar next to his big eyes. It was very scary. There were acne on the raspberry nose and his mouth moved as if he were eating something, Next to him, two thin prisoners of war were kneeling and beating his legs. It was arrogant.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a man as tall and powerful as brother long? Go quickly and serve brother long, or you'll look good!" the wretched man raised his foot and kicked Leng Qingyan. Leng Qingyan's arm was stabbed and painful by his kick. He frowned and slowly walked towards the man named brother long.

"Brother long, this is the new boy." the wretched man said to the burly man.

Cheng Long raised his eyelids and looked at Leng Qingyan. His eyes fell on her wrist. He noticed that Leng Qingyan was not wearing shackles and bracelets. His eyes flashed. He quickly stood up and changed a smiling face.

"Sit down! Sit down quickly!" Cheng Long smiled and went forward, holding Leng Qingyan to sit down. The prisoners next to him were stunned.

The wretched man stared at Cheng Long with wide eyes. Boss, it's evil. He should be so kind to this little white face. Is he interested in this thin and tender guy?

"Zhang Bao!" Cheng Long shouted to the wretched man.

Zhang Bao was stunned and hurried forward, "boss, what do you have to say?"

"Go and bring her the steamed bun you left last night," Cheng Long said.

"The boss's steamed buns... Zhang Bao looked at Cheng Long with an embarrassed face. He saved the steamed buns and wanted to honor the boss! Zhang Bao looked at Leng Qingyan again. Sure enough, the good-looking man is that even the boss is kind to him.

Damn it!

"Nonsense! Hurry and get it for me!" Cheng Long said with a cold look at Zhang Bao.

Zhang Bao naturally did not dare to disobey Cheng Long's words. He reluctantly went to the mouse hole where he usually hid his things, reached in and took out a dirty steamed bun, handed it to Leng Qingyan with meat pain on his face, and said, "take it, our boss will reward you!"

Zhang Bao stared at Leng Qingyan angrily and looked at Leng Qingyan's face again. Sure enough, a small white face is good. A good skin bag can buy people's hearts. It's all because his parents didn't give him a good look. He hasn't been treated like the boss for so many years. Damn it! The more I looked at the cold face, the more I felt annoyed.

Leng Qingyan frowned and looked down at the dirty steamed buns in his hands. The steamed buns are hard. Can you eat them?

Leng Qingyan looked disgusted. In Zhang Bao's eyes, Zhang Bao really wanted to slap the boy. This steamed bun was still the rations he saved from the gap between his teeth. Their prisoners of war only had two steamed buns a day. Life was hard. The little white face even despised that he really wanted to kill her.

"Why don't you think it's delicious?" Zhang Bao was about to speak, and Cheng Long asked.

It's really hard to eat, but it's not something worse than this. Leng Qingyan slowly put the white steamed bun to his mouth under the gaze of Zhang Bao. When he was about to bite, the steamed bun in Leng Qingyan's hand was taken away by Cheng Long.

"Don't eat it, it's delicious!" Cheng Long threw the white steamed bun on the ground, then took a bag of peanuts from his shabby pocket and handed it to Leng Qingyan.

Zhang Bao was not calm when he saw the package of peanuts. It was the boss's favorite thing. During this period of time, the boss was not willing to eat one, so he gave it all to the little white face!

Sure enough, it's good to have a good face! When can I enjoy the boss's treatment.

Leng Qingyan stared at the peanuts in the oil paper bag in his hand and smoked at the corners of his mouth. Peanuts are the kind of beans that men drink. The red clothes on them have disappeared. Maybe they have been put in his arms for too long. The surface of peanuts has white hair. This thing is not as good as that white steamed bun!

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? It's okay. I have other delicious food. You wait!" Cheng Long said and went to the mouse hole to find food. There are a lot of food, but most of them are bad. Leng Qingyan doesn't like it.

Zhang Bao at one side finally couldn't help talking. "Don't be ignorant, boy! These are the collections of brother long, our boss. You still want to eat three treasures of seafood here!" Zhang Bao said angrily.

Leng Qingyan frowned, looked at Cheng Long, who was looking for something in the mouse hole with his pouted ass, looked up at Zhang Bao for a long time and said, "your boss is too enthusiastic. I didn't say anything."

"You... Damn it!" Zhang Bao angrily bit his teeth and went over to Cheng Long, who was still taking out the mouse. "Boss, why do you flatter that little white face so much? He's just a nice face! Don't look for it. That little white face won't appreciate it. She doesn't want anything to eat at all."

Cheng Long slowly withdrew his hand and stood up. His tall body stood in front of the little Zhang Bao, looked down at Zhang Bao and said, "have you forgotten the purpose of my coming in?"

Zhang Bao was stunned and asked in a low voice, "is that little white face the one the master wants us to take back?"

Cheng Long nodded and said, "didn't you find that she didn't wear shackles? She shouldn't be a prisoner of war. Seeing that her age is somewhat similar to the man the master said, I guess it should be him."

It's a woman!

Zhang Bao listened to Cheng Long's words and had a lot of balance in his heart. The little white face turned out to be a woman! Or the master pointed out the woman to protect. No wonder the boss would flatter her so much!

"When shall we do it, boss?" Zhang Bao asked in a low voice in Cheng Long's ear.

"It depends on the signal. When the master sends the signal, we can leave," Cheng Long said.

——

A week later

Xiao Putao sat at the top of the camp. The supervisor sat at the top of his head for many years. He was slowly drinking a cup of tea in his hand. More than a dozen Deputy generals stood below. The uniform red and black Deputy generals were dressed with a sword at the waist.

"Brothers, this victory depends on everyone's great help. Without you, there would be no victory today. Here, the general thanks you first." Xiao Putao raised his eyes and scanned the bottom ten Deputy generals.

"What did you say, general? Without your command, there would be no victory this time. It's a blessing for the brothers to follow the general! We are willing to follow the general and die forever." Lin Xiong, who is not very good at speaking, stood up and said to Xiao Putao.

"Vice general Lin has also contributed a lot this time. Without the full support of his brothers, our general would not have won today's victory," Xiao Putao said.