Lyman slept well, but was not in a good mood.
Because he guessed wrong.
All was well last night.
Augusta, who didn't dare to slacken the slightest slack all night outside the big tent, had bloodshot eyes, and staying up all night was not too difficult for ordinary people. For a person like Augusta, it is naturally not a difficult task... But the hardship lies in the fact that his spirit has been extraordinarily concentrated this night.
He was fully focused and on guard at all times.
This kind of hard work and fatigue is not comparable to staying up late and reading a book all night.
When Lehman came out of the tent, he was in a gloomy mood. He thought he could guess Fang Jie's actions, but it turned out that the other party didn't seem to bother to pay attention to him at all. The frustration of not guessing correctly is only one of the components of this gloom, and of course there is also the enemy's indifference to oneself.
"Go back to bed."
Lyman said coldly, then turned and returned to the tent.
Augusta, who had been guarding all night, was taken aback, not knowing why His Majesty's face was so ugly. Then he suddenly realized that His Majesty was angry because he guessed wrongly about the enemy's actions. But what's there to be angry about? He forgot that if he hadn't mentioned to Lehman yesterday that Fang Jie had guessed the contents of the letter, maybe Lehman wouldn't be so unhappy.
Lyman walked back to the tent and washed up.
He took off his satin pajamas and threw them aside. Stepping on the cashmere carpet, she walked to the big mirror. He was completely naked, looking at himself in the mirror.
He has a very strong physique, with obvious muscles in his legs and arms.
His eyes stayed on his heart.
He has a spider on his chest.
Eight long legs spread out from the left chest.
This is not a real spider.
On his left chest, there is a dark purple rock-like thing, the size of a fist, embedded in his chest. I don't know if it's because of the stone, or some other mutation. The muscles around the stone have a very strange color, which I can't tell.
The eight legs are eight symmetrical lines with deep color. These lines looked like the eight long legs of a spider, or the eight straws of some monster, piercing into Lyman's body, absorbing his blood to nourish the stone. If someone could observe this stone closely from such a close distance, they would be surprised and horrified to find that the stone is moving.
Just like the beating of the heart, it undulates slightly.
Although it is not obvious, it is indeed moving.
Lyman looked at the stone with complicated emotions in his eyes. Among this complexity, the two most obvious emotions are stripped out, one is confidence and the other is disgust. These two feelings should not appear at the same time, but they appeared at the same time, which shows that there is something extremely contradictory in Lehman's heart.
He watched for a long time without saying a word.
As time passed, Lehman's expression gradually became calmer. But suddenly, the expression on his face was distorted, as if some unbearable pain suddenly appeared on his body. He frowned, and found that the slight beating speed of the stone in his chest had gradually slowed down.
Lyman sighed, walked back to the blanket and lay down.
He took out a container from under the blanket, made of silver. Opening the lid of the container, a few drops of dark green liquid dripped out of it. The liquid fell on the stone on his chest, and the stone immediately emitted a burst of purple light. Although it was not strong, it was particularly shocking.
Soon, the beating of the stone became powerful.
Lyman let out a long moan as if enjoying something that would make him cum. There was joy and pain in that groan, and he lay flat like this, and it took half an hour before he opened his eyes again. All the expressions on his face have faded away, leaving only calmness.
He got up and got dressed.
Before fastening the buttons, he looked down at his chest... The eight legs seemed to be more obvious.
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Fang Jie stretched and got off the bed.
Today he was lazy and didn't get up to practice. Since he was able to rest, Fang Xie hardly stopped his morning practice. In fact, even when he couldn't practice, he would get up and exercise early in the morning before dawn. When he couldn't practice, he hoped that he was at least a qualified soldier and tried to make himself stronger on the basis of ordinary people.
After being able to practice, Fang Jie always felt that it was too late for him to start. Other practitioners started to practice at an early age, but he just started to practice when he was sixteen or seventeen. He always told himself, where is there so much time to rest
A sense of urgency may be something that every successful person will never abandon.
He opened the window and looked at the blue sky outside. The weather in Dongjiang seems to be better than that in Chang'an City, and the sky is a very distant blue. On the other side of Chang'an City, although the sky is also blue, it seems that the color is darker and the pressure is lower.
Perhaps, this is just Fang Xie's illusion.
He looked out of the window. In the distance, many practitioners who came with the army were practicing boxing outside. Practitioners can control the vitality of heaven and earth to fight, but a good body is the basic condition for controlling the vitality of heaven and earth. Internal strength can temper the human body, but practitioners must keep exercising so that their body's response will not decline.
A tray came in from the window, followed by Fang Jie and saw Mu Xiaoyao's beautiful face.
"It's rare that you can wake up a little later."
There are exquisite pastries on the tray, and a bowl of japonica rice porridge.
"Good workmanship."
Fang Jie praised, stretched out his hand and squeezed a piece of snack into his mouth.
"You know I didn't do it."
Mu Xiaoyao jumped lightly and sat by the window.
"I'm afraid you can tell at a glance that the cooking of this dim sum has obvious characteristics of Nanyan's side. When we stayed in Dali City, you loved eating this kind of dim sum the most. It's just me and Qing No one is too lazy to make fans for you, just find a dim sum shop and buy a few yuan to deal with you."
Mu Xiaoyao said.
Yes, Fang Jie knew who made those snacks when he saw them.
He just wanted to hide his uneasiness.
"When women are starting to let go of their hatred, why are men still holding grudges?"
Mu Xiaoyao smiled and said, "This is not your heart."
Fang Jie laughed and said, "My breasts are not as big as women's."
Mu Xiaoyao blushed and turned her head away from him.
She is the kind of mature female beauty, both body and face are good enough, not the kind of young girl, but a kind of beauty that is so mature that people can't resist. Especially when she was sitting by the window, those two long legs stood out even more. Although she is not wearing the bright red dress now, it still cannot hide the temptation of her legs.
"Maybe I'm just... sorry?"
Fang Jie found an excuse for himself.
It's not that Mu Xiaoyao doesn't know what Mo Ningzhi is thinking about Fang Jie. When a woman starts to get up early to prepare breakfast for a man, it has already explained everything.
"Aren't you afraid that she will poison the dessert?"
Mu Xiaoyao asked with a smile.
Fang Jie unexpectedly blushed.
Mu Xiaoyao couldn't help laughing, and looked at Fang Jie with teasing eyes.
In fact, her feelings for Fang Jie are different from other women around Fang Jie, different from anyone else, even different from Shen Qingfan. If it is said that other women are in love with Xie, then she also has the feeling of a sister caring for her brother. Because... It can be said that Fang Jie was brought up by her.
This is also the reason why Mu Xiaoyao has never been jealous of other women.
Because she and he are very clear that the relationship between the two will never change.
This is a very happy thing. If there is such a sister, being a man will be full of happiness. If it is said that some women have a limited range of control over their men, you are not allowed to see that woman is very beautiful. Then Mu Xiaoyao's control of the opponent's solution is, that woman is very beautiful, you should go after her...
Some people may not believe that such feelings exist, but they do exist.
"Don't play dumb."
Mu Xiaoyao looked at Fang Jie with provocative eyes: "Are you so cowardly?"
Fang Jie immediately raised his jaw and raised his chest: "That's how cowardly!"
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Fang Jie stood on the city wall, feeling the direction of the wind.
When he saw the flag start to flutter, his face became serious.
"Order, the whole army is on alert."
Fang Jie gave an order.
Nalan Dingdong who was standing beside him didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned around and ordered his subordinates to blow the horn. When the sound of the trumpet was sent out from the city wall, the soldiers and horses of each battalion responded immediately. Obviously, Fang Xie had ordered preparations before this.
"Those huge siege machines that Lyman built seemed to be condescending to our archers, and also to disable the ballista... But, from the beginning, I didn't believe that he built this thing just to condescend four Words... He hasn't attacked for so many days, and he's not waiting for me at all."
Fang Jie smiled, extra confident.
"He's waiting for the wind."
Nalan Dingdong's face changed, he really didn't think about it. Although it is winter according to the season, there has never been a north wind in Fenghuangtai. The weather has been fine for the past few days, and Lehman's purpose of holding back is not to wait for a solution, and there is no fateful confrontation at all.
What Lehman wants is to defeat the Black Banner Army in one go.
"The enemy wants to attack with fire?"
Nalan Dingdong reacted immediately.
"Um."
Fang Jie nodded: "He built so many tall siege equipment, apparently for the purpose of siege, but the things built in just a few days are not strong enough at all. They are so huge that they want to move them to the Phoenix Terrace." It is too difficult to come here. Pushing such a huge thing over is very slow, and consumes a lot of troops. Those soldiers who push the equipment are living targets, and their deaths are bound to be heavy. Lehmann has led the army for many years, and he will not be so rash... So he built The purpose of those things is only for fire attacks."
Nalan Dingdong suddenly realized, and asked eagerly, "How should we deal with it?"
Fang Jie said: "I ordered the preparations last night."
Nalan Dingdong was taken aback, he didn't get any instructions at all last night.
"It's not that I don't trust you."
Fang Jie said: "Your army is mixed with fish and dragons. There are so many teams gathered around the Phoenix Terrace. It seems that they are all Han Chinese teams, but there is no guarantee that there are no spies bribed by foreigners. So I didn't mention this to anyone. I know The more people there are, the greater the chance that the enemy will know."
"I don't dare to think like that."
Nalan Dingdong quickly explained.
Fang Jie smiled: "Since Lehman has waited for the opportunity he wanted, let's see whether to help him or not!"