By decree and pro

Mrs. Jiao was inspecting the large and small guest rooms and the courtyard when she suddenly saw two male servants delivering hot water to the uppermost room.

She stopped her and asked, only then did she know that the guest wanted to take a bath in the square pool.

That room is the best-furnished suite in Canna, except for the beautiful bed bought at a high price from Dayan, there is also a stone bath, the pool is not too big or too small, just suitable for mandarin ducks to play in the water.

However, Mrs. Jiao thought, these two are done so soon?

Looking at the momentum of the man carrying the young man upstairs, it doesn't seem like there is a lingering aftertaste of taking a bath, it should be going to bed directly.

In other words, their bathing at this meeting is after the event.

Seeing that the black-robed warlock was quite tall and his fighting power was so weak, Mrs. Jiao couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing secretly. It can be seen that not all strong men are useful...

Sitting in the steaming hot tub with his naked body in his arms, Usman sneezed like thunder for some reason.

Yan bounced away in disgust and said, "Your saliva sprayed on me."

"No." Usman reached out his hand to want Layan to come back, and continued to sit in front of him.

"I'd better wash it myself." Yan was not happy, and sat face to face with Usman to take a bath.

"I can help you wash your hair, rub your back, and rub your shoulders." Usman held a bristle comb for bathing in his hand, and it was very comfortable to use it to comb his hair.

Yan stared at the slender hair, moderately soft and hard comb, feeling a little moved.Speaking of coming to Xiliang since he came to Xiliang, he was no longer served by others to take a bath, and he had to do everything by himself.

Fortunately, he is not so stupid that he can't even take a bath, but he is not as comfortable as when he was served by Saha.

Thinking of Saha, Yan felt a little puzzled, how could it be Usman in this dream?He even takes a bath, shouldn't it be Saha?

"Is this why there are grievances every day and dreams at night?" Yan said to himself.

"What did you say?" Usman approached Yan without a trace, and before he said "no", he used his mane comb to caress Yan's black hair, as if he was massaging his head.

"...Forget it, it doesn't matter who takes the bath." Anyway, they are waiting for the bath. Yan squinted his eyes, crossed his legs, put his arms on his legs, and started a comfortable bathing journey.

The water is very clear, and Yan's sitting posture is so magnanimous, Usman's eyes always aim at the place where he shouldn't be looking, and then he forces himself to turn his eyes away and concentrate on washing Yan.

It's just that I still sigh in my heart, what's the difference between this and execution?

I can see that I can't eat, and I torture myself for no reason.

"But I can't make Yan angry anymore," Usman told himself repeatedly, "now is a good time to please him."

"Press the left shoulder and use some strength." Yan ordered, Usman put down his mane and combed it for Yan to massage his shoulder.

"Your Highness, how strong is this?" Usman asked with a smile, pinching Yan's left shoulder with his fingers, looking at his fiery red tire marks, feeling extremely restless in his heart.

"Okay." Yan closed his eyes and enjoyed it, almost falling asleep in comfort.

Usman's hands pressed from his shoulders to Yan's beautiful shoulder blades, and then to his lower back.

"You don't need to pinch the waist, it will itch." Yan twisted his waist, his hands made him want to laugh.

"Yanyan, the inner side of the thigh, let me help you relax." Usman's lips were almost pressed against Yan's earlobe, and his voice was extremely gentle.

"What the hell is Yanyan?" Yan asked with a smile.

Usman's hand slipped between Yan's legs.

"The nickname I gave you, do you still like it?" Usman pressed his fingers with moderate strength along the acupuncture points on the inner thigh.

"Father and Daddy both call me Yan. Brother Huang sometimes calls me Yan and sometimes Yan'er. I like him calling me Yan'er." Yan closed his eyes, as if recalling the past, "I've never heard this Yan Yan before. It's kind of fun, too."

"So, only this king can call you that, you know?" Usman's gesture changed, from tapping to stroking directly, and his fingertips got closer to the root of Yan's thigh.

"Hmm..." Yan's throat slid quickly, and the tense thigh muscles that had been working all the time were relaxed, but a certain place that shouldn't respond made him uncomfortable.

Yan has never cared much or cared about his own natural needs. In the past, when he reacted, he practiced hard or took a cold shower.

"Cold shower." Yan suddenly supported the wall of the bathtub, wanting to take a cold shower.

"Where are you going?" Usman put his arms around Yan who wanted to get up, but Yan couldn't stand still for a while, and the two stumbled together.

"Ah?" Feeling that his hand touched something, Yan's face turned red to the base of his neck, as if it was about to be cooked.

"This..." Yan let go of his hand slowly, feeling his fingertips were on fire, and said hoarsely, "Fortunately, it was a dream."

"Yanyan, since it's just a dream," Usman hugged Yan even more tightly, and whispered in his ear, "Then it doesn't matter if we do something pleasant?"

"Happy to you!" Yan pulled Usman's arm lying across his waist, "Let me go!"

Usman let go, but grabbed Yan's chin with his hand, turned his face a little, and kissed him.

"Oh!" Yan frowned, raised his hand and pushed Usman's forehead, Usman held his hand with the other, turned around and pressed Yan into the bottom of the pool.

The water in the pool vibrated violently, and Yan's hand grabbed Usman's shoulder, leaving two red stripes like a cat scratching.

Yan didn't know why he had such a weird dream, it felt so real that he almost believed it...

When Usman picked him up from the bottom of the pool, Yan didn't even have the strength to stand still, and was drenched in Usman's white and strong arms.

"...cough cough." Yan panted so fast that he coughed.

Usman patted him on the back, and after he calmed down, he pulled the bath blanket aside and wrapped him tightly.

Yan felt a little humiliated that he actually did that in Usman's hands, but his body felt an unprecedented comfort, as if the pressure that had accumulated for a long time was finally released.

This penetrating comfort made him unable to look up at Usman's face.

"I'll hug you." As if knowing that Yan couldn't move his legs, Usman directly hugged Yan and walked towards the bed.

After Yan lay on the bed, the first thing he did was to take off the wet bath blanket on his body, then pulled the brocade quilt to wrap himself, and turned his back to Usman.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream." Yan looked at the mandarin duck embroidered pattern on the quilt and thought, "If I really had this encounter with Usman, I would be ashamed to be a human being in this life."

"Put your head on the edge of the bed, and I'll dry your hair." Usman's voice sounded behind Yan's head.

His hair was indeed very wet, it wet the pillow, Yan hesitated for a moment, but moved his position obediently, brushing his hair on the edge of the bed.

Yan still turned his back to Usman, but he could smell the carbon stove.

Usman put the charcoal stove for making tea by the bed, combed his long hair and dried it.

Yan's vision couldn't help blurring, he wanted to sleep, how could he be so sleepy in his dreams...

"Go to sleep." Usman seemed to be able to see through all his thoughts.

Yan squinted his eyes in a daze, as if he had fallen asleep for a while but woke up again. In a comfortable bed, he heard the charcoal stove beside the bed being put away and the sound of Usman walking out of the room.

Madam Jiao was afraid that the clumsy servants would not take good care of her, so she decided to greet the honored guest herself.

Coincidentally, just after she came to the corridor, she saw the tall man opening the door with a ball of black clothes in his hand, and she greeted him with a smile: "My lord, why did you come out in person? What do you want, please give me an order." That's it."

"Do you have a mallet?" the man asked, wrapped in a bathrobe.

"Stick, stick?" Mrs. Jiao glanced under the man, "Even if it doesn't work, you can't use that..."

"If not, a thicker stick will do." Usman wanted to smash the clothes stick, but he had never washed clothes before, so he only remembered that he needed a stick to beat the clothes, and it was just a mallet.

"This this……"

"Ah, and, bring me another piece of soap." Usman knew that soap made of plant ash and goat oil could remove grease stains on clothes, but he only knew it when Jinayali mentioned it occasionally.Although Jinayali is a general who fights on the battlefield, she loves cleanliness very much, and the shirt on her body always smells of soap.

"Soap? Master," Mrs. Jiao said seriously, "I can't save this money. If you want to talk about good ointment, I have the best camel milk cream here..."

"Just soap and a mallet." The man paused after finishing speaking, "help me mend my clothes."

The man handed the robe in his hand to Mrs. Jiao.

"Hey, how did the good clothes become like this?" The clothes were so tattered that they were torn in half. The "battle situation" was so fierce!

"This is the money for repairing clothes." The man stuffed another piece of gold, and when he saw the gold, Mrs. Jiao said with a smile on his face: "Well, I will keep it for you to mend like new clothes."

Mrs. Jiao felt that this "former crow spirit warlock" was not short of money, but some of his hobbies were strange.

Mrs. Jiao went to the back kitchen to find a wooden stick that was not too thick and not too long, and then took a small piece of black and rough soap, and went to the upper room to find the distinguished guest.

He knocked on the door three times, and the door opened a crack, and a man's arm stretched out.

"Oh, I know I'm sorry." Mrs. Jiao thought to herself, and stuffed the stick and soap into his hands as if throwing them away.

The door slammed shut.

Mrs. Jiao wanted to peek inside but couldn't see it, so she couldn't help shaking her head.This store has been open for so long, and I have never met such a pair with such strong tastes. Today is really an eye-opener.

Mrs. Jiao left the upper room and was walking out humming a little tune when suddenly a machete was placed across her neck.

"Oh my god!" Mrs. Jiao trembled all over, and all the gold in her hand dropped.

"Take me to the warehouse." The man behind him said fiercely.

"Warehouse? This, big brother, if you want money, you have to go to the cashier with me." Canna's warehouse is underground, like a labyrinth, and all the smuggled stone paint is stored.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go." Mrs. Jiao was pushed forward with brute force, until this moment, she still thought they were thieves who came to rob Shiqi.

The dark basement was used to store buckets of stone paint. To put it bluntly, it was a dangerous gunpowder depot, so it was dug extremely deep.Unless there is a trade in stone paint, the proprietress will not come here.

It's stuffy and dark here, and the whole tunnel is a dirt road. Mrs. Jiao has only walked a short distance, and her body is covered with sweat, and her face is covered in makeup.

The tunnel only allowed two people to pass through, and the two thieves followed closely behind Mrs. Jiao, holding sharp knives against her waist, forcing her to leave quickly without making a sound.

Mrs. Jiao is used to seeing all kinds of scenes, but now she is a little panicked, because these two people are not like greedy thieves, but more like desperadoes!

In particular, they also mentioned such words as "flint" and "explosion".

"I said the two little brothers..."

"Shut up, let's go!" The sharp knife poked Madam Jiao's back, and she had no choice but to move forward in fear.

When they arrived at the door of the warehouse, Mrs. Jiao wanted to lie to them that they had forgotten to bring the key, but the man with the scarred face hit the copper lock hard with the handle of the knife, and with a click, the lock cylinder rotted.

Then, the man with the scar raised his leg and kicked fiercely, and the old wooden door slammed open, causing the dust on the ceiling to fall down.

"Ouch." Mrs. Jiao covered her head, but was pushed in by the man with the scar, and stumbled into the warehouse.

The young man knocked on the door without hesitation.

The warehouse was so dark that you couldn't reach your fingers, and there was a strong smell of stone lacquer.

The young thief lit a stump of candle that he carried with him, and illuminated his surroundings.The large wooden barrels are stacked from the floor to the ceiling. It can be said that a warehouse is full of stone paint. At least there are more than 200 barrels. Not to mention blowing up the canna, half of the imperial city will be shaken.

Under the candlelight, the young thief's face was full of sullenness, while the man with the scar was overjoyed, and hurriedly checked the stone paint bucket.

"Smash them all open," said the young man, "but be careful not to create sparks."

"I know." The man with the scar just pried open a hole in the barrel with a knife, and looked back as if feeling something.

The dilapidated wooden door creaked and swayed, as if the wind had blown through it.

"What's wrong?" asked the young man, who felt nothing.

"It seems to be windy..." The man with the scar stared at the doorway.

"Where does the wind come from so deep underground?" The young man was about to urge his companions to move faster when he heard creak...creak...the wooden door opened out of thin air.

"What is it?" Mrs. Jiao was also frightened, shivering and shivering.

Compared to the candlelit warehouse, the corridor was as dark as a deep well, and nothing could be seen, but the thieves all became nervous at the same time.

someone?still……

Suddenly, two clusters of faint green lights lit up in the darkness, like the eyes of the ghost, floating in the air, staring at them closely.

All three people in the warehouse stared wide-eyed. When they were dumbstruck, they saw a huge and terrifying wolf head slowly emerging from the shadows. It seemed to come from hell. As it approached the warehouse door, its figure It is also becoming clearer.

It was really too big, its shoulders wrapped in muscle and hair almost covered the door frame.

Its fangs were sharper than the scimitar of the man with the scar, shining with a cold light that made the scalp tingle.

Mrs. Jiao wanted to scream, but she didn't know whether she was overly frightened or something, so she opened her mouth, rolled her eyes, and fainted on the ground straight.

The sound of Mrs. Jiao's fall woke up the thief, and the young man said, "This, could it be Shuangfang..."

"Shuangfang?" The man with the scar was panting heavily, nervously.

"The guard of Xiliang King, the White Wolf King of Goddess Peak." The young man said.

"What kind of guards, wolf king, just a beast." Maybe there was no way to escape, the man with the scar simply clenched his scimitar and rushed towards the white wolf.

He also greeted the young man and said, "Quick! The door frame can get stuck..."

The man with the scar wanted to use the door frame to restrict the white wolf's mobility, and the young man was also trying to do the same. He raised the knife to help his companion, but the man with the scar had his whole head in Frost Fang's mouth inside.

too fast!He didn't even see how it happened!

The man with the scar kicked his legs straight, and the scimitar in his hand fell with a click, and the blood gushing from his neck dyed him into a blood man.

The young man stared blankly.

Frost Fang held the man with the scar in his mouth, but his green animal eyes stared at the young man, as if saying, "You will be next."

The young man looked at the candle beside him, then suddenly reached out and grabbed it, and threw the candle on the bucket of stone paint that the man with the scar had pried open just now.

Frost Fang glanced at the candle, walked two steps inside without saying a word, and threw the corpse in his mouth, the blood gushed like a fountain, the candle was extinguished, and the warehouse was completely dark.

"Ah ah ah ah."

The young man was so frightened that he scrambled and ran out. Shuangya looked at him and didn't chase after him. He lowered his head and sniffed the stone paint on the ground, and began to dig the soil to bury him.

The sound was neither light nor heavy, and the hawk sounded like an announcement over the canna. Usman looked out of the window full of moonlight and thought to himself: "One escaped?"

"Forget it, sooner or later we'll get rid of it." Usman played with the wooden stick in his hand, and there was no rush for this kind of thing.

But... there seems to be another person, isn't he with them?

While eating roasted fire aphids with Yan, Usman noticed that someone was following him.

Even though the other party kept hiding his hostility, Usman still noticed it. After all, he grew up receiving this kind of "attention ceremony" since he was a child.

And Yan seemed to be aware of it, and even glanced at the direction where the two were standing. In order not to spoil Yan's interest, Usman kept diverting Yan's attention.

"There is another person, who is it?" Usman was completely unaware of the third person's position, only knowing that his kung fu must be very good.

Just now when he pulled Yan into the gate of the brothel, the man's breath was a little unsteady, and that's when he noticed it.

If it was an assassin, it would be best to do it in the dead of night, but that man completely hid himself.

"Could it be that I'm overthinking? In fact, there is no third person?" Usman walked back to the bed and looked at Yan.

Regardless of whether he is supercilious or not, he won't be able to sleep tonight, he has to guard Yan.

Yan was already fast asleep, and he was in a straight line from head to toe. This sleeping position was really neat.

"As expected of a well-bred prince, he doesn't even drool when he sleeps." Usman thought with a smile.

Then he came to the bath, put Yan's oil-stained beast fighter uniform into the pool to soak, then soaped it, and began to beat it with a wooden stick, but only a few times, Usman felt the sound It was too loud, it might wake Yan up, so he put down the wooden stick, studied the dirty clothes, and then rubbed them with his hands. After about half a stick of incense, he washed Yan's clothes clean.

Use wooden sticks to hang it on the table, and then bake it with a charcoal stove underneath, so it can be completely dry in the morning.

After finishing these tasks, Usman returned to the bed, squatted down and looked at Yan who was sleeping meticulously.