Demon Concubine Yutian

Little things with thin skin and tender meat
"Good for those who have just entered the barracks, good for those who have just entered the barracks."

The commander of the hundred soldiers chuckled, "No wonder the skin is so tender and tender, it's better to follow me, I will take you to eat delicious and spicy food every day, such a tender little thing, don't be fooled by the vicious sunshine in the barracks." tanned."

The words were full of lustful meanings, which caused the other soldiers to burst into laughter, "Soldier, don't embarrass a small soldier, who doesn't know that you are good at Longyang, and you will go to Qingguan Garden as soon as you get a vacation , don't spoil people."

"That's right, this errand soldier is really delicate and tender. Don't be a noble son sent by a small country to endure hardship. If you let the soldier ruin it, ten heads won't be enough to chop it off."

"Hahahahahahahaha, the captain is not afraid of beheading, he is comfortable serving people, how can he be willing to sue..."

All kinds of erotic and nasty words fell into Xiao Bing's ears.

The expression on Xiao Bing's face remained unchanged, but with a slight movement of his fingers, more things fell into the wine jar.

Grandma's, why not pour it.

A group of people were drinking wine lively, who would have thought that someone would plot against them. After a while, a group of shirtless men didn't even have time to react, and they were fascinated by the colorless and odorless breath emanating from the wine. They fell to the ground one by one, with all kinds of meat and eight vegetables.

"All right."

The little soldier who was originally in charge of serving the wine tore off the disguise on his face, revealing his true face. He glanced at the people who fell on the ground, and with a low cry, a group of people sneaked into the tent immediately without a sound.

"Well done sir."

Looking at the unconscious people here, the Patriarch of the Mo family looked appreciatively at the soldier serving the wine, that is, Si Yutian, "Hurry up, let's hurry up."

"Ah."

Si Yutian nodded, took out a snow-white porcelain bottle in his hand, mercilessly grabbed the hundred soldier who just touched his hand and wanted to treat him lightly, pulled off the stopper, and put the porcelain bottle under his nose to smell it.

The person in charge, being smoked by the misty smoke, suddenly opened his eyes again, staring straight at Si Yutian.

Si Yutian immediately said, "What's your name, where is this place, and what is your identity here?"

"I...my name is Wang Baye..."

There was no light in that person's pupils, under the control of Si Yutian's smoke, like a puppet doll, everything they wanted to know was revealed.

"This is the patrol barracks of Zhutian Kingdom. I am a hundred soldiers here. The soldiers in this camp are the patrol teams I lead."

Si Yutian turned his head and glanced at the great elder of the Mo family and others.

They have already taken off the clothes and armors of the fainted soldiers with all their hands and feet, and then, according to the size of each person, they picked out similar ones and replaced them.

They came with 21 people in total, and there were exactly 20 people in this team, so, except for the Patriarch of the Mohist family, all the others put on patrol clothes.

Si Yutian continued to ask, "How many patrol teams do you have in total? How many times does each team patrol a day?"

"There are 140 patrol teams in the patrol barracks, and three teams patrol every quarter of an hour, and each team patrols once a day."

Wang Baye mechanically said, "The patrol time of our team is at midnight."

It's still a quarter of an hour before Zishi, that is to say, after an hour, it will be their turn to patrol?

(End of this chapter)