"What?!"

Wang Hai was taken aback again, and his face suddenly became solemn.

He groaned and frowned, "There is an inner ghost in the camp, but the inner ghost wants to kill the national teacher?" …… That sounds weird. ”

After all, the previous identity of this little national teacher, he and Yan Heng had already guessed a rough idea.

It stands to reason that even if there is an inner ghost, it should be in the same group as the national teacher, right......

After thinking about it, Wang Hai couldn't help but ask Yan Heng, "What did this national teacher do, did it make 'those people' angry?" ”

“…… It's a long story. ”

Yan Heng didn't plan to tell Wang Hai about the scroll.

After a pause, he finally shook his head, "Regarding the matter of the inner ghost, please pay more attention to General Wang, but you must not let such a person with a heart stay in the camp for a long time." ”

"That's nature!"

Wang Hai agreed again and again, and bowed his hand to the man, "The last general will find the cookroom manager to investigate strictly, and he will definitely give General Yan and the national teacher an explanation!" ”

With that, Wang Hai left in a hurry.

Yan Heng sighed slightly, and returned to the bed silently.

saw that Xiang Xing had already woken up and was leaning against the head of the bed, staring at him with a pair of round soft eyes.

After a while, she curled the corners of her lips, which were still a little pale, and smiled lightly at him.

"Brother Yan Heng, I already have the spirit."

Xiang Xing muttered, his small body moved suddenly, as if he wanted to get out of bed.

Seeing this, the man couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop her move.

"Don't get up."

He couldn't help but speak, gently pushed the restless little guy back onto the bed, and folded the quilt for her again.

The big hand turned to hold the delicate little hand that was still a little cold, and glared at her with slight disgust, "The doctor said, you must recuperate!" ”

“…… All right. ”

Worried that the man would be angry directly in the next second, Xiang Xing had no choice but to obediently soothe and obediently close his eyes.

After thinking about it, he nodded firmly in his heart.

Inside the ghost or something, just rely on Wang Hai to investigate aimlessly, when do you want to find out?

It's better for her to check it herself!

Thinking about it, the little guy suddenly opened his soft eyes and immediately looked at the man beside the bed.

After thinking about it, he suddenly put on a pitiful pleading look, and lied softly to him, "Brother Yan Heng, can you please come to my little tent and take my crested cane?" ”

As she spoke, she paused and added, "I—I can use astrology to figure out who the inner ghost is." ”

“……”

Yan Heng was stunned.

"What nonsense are you talking about......"

He couldn't help but frown his delicate eyebrows strangely, and his big hand directly covered the door of her little head.

Well.

It shouldn't burn out your brain.

“…… I'm telling the truth! ”

Xiang Xing wanted to cry without tears.

She thought about it again, and couldn't help but hold her breath hard, and held back two pitiful tears in her soft eyes, which kept flashing towards the man.

"Can you bring it to me...... Otherwise, I won't sleep. ”

As he spoke, the little one snorted and struggled to sit up.

Yan Heng was helpless, so he had to sigh lightly, and responded again and again: "Okay, okay, you lie down well, I'll bring it to you." ”

So saying, he commanded out of the tent.

In just a few moments, the creep outside sent the crested cane over.

"General......

The little soldier raised the curtain as if he were about to enter.

But suddenly he felt a strong wind in front of him.

Immediately after, the staff in his hand was gone.

The curtain before him fell heavily, keeping him out.