The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 80 Yes, I’m just a martial artist

Eleven twitched the corner of his mouth. Whatever the general was doing now, he wouldn't find it strange anymore.

He looked at the book "The Overbearing General Falls in Love with Me" in Xie Min's hand with a confused expression, and finally couldn't help but said, "General, it's getting very late, why don't we go back first?"

Xie Cheng raised his eyes, the black pupils showed no emotion.

eleven:"……"

Xie Min on the other side was still looking at them.

Eleven had to close his eyes, opened them again, walked over and stretched out his hand stiffly, "Miss..."

But Xie Min took it and hid back, looking at Xie Cheng with sly eyes and said, "I remember when I came back that day, my brother and my grandmother told me that you would not marry Ah Fu."

Xie Cheng remained expressionless, with no emotion in his eyes.

He just sat there and looked at her.

Xie Min was a little frightened by Xie Cheng's look, and shuddered involuntarily.

Those long and narrow dark eyes stared at her, and said quietly, "Do you know why I attacked Yun Tian?"

Xie Min thought of the way Xie Cheng pinched Yuntian's neck again, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her spine. The palms of her hands holding the storybook were covered with thin sweat. She stuttered in a very hopeless manner: "Why, why?"

Xie Cheng said quietly: "Didn't the old lady ask him to come and see her?"

His voice is faint, like a ghost in the dark night, like a shadow.

Xie Min's scalp suddenly became numb, and when his fingers loosened, he almost dropped the notebook in his hand.

Xie Cheng's tone was slow, and he said lightly, "If you die, you won't be able to see each other anymore."

Xie Min directly dropped the notebook in his hand, and his voice became louder, "Give it to him!!!"

"Take it!"

Eleven silently took the notebook in her hand, turned around and handed it to Xie Cheng.

Xie Cheng took the storybook and flipped through it with great interest.

Young Master Xie, who had been sitting there writing, was finally willing to raise his eyes. He was sitting upright, holding a pen in his small fair hand, and his black eyes were filled with slight disgust. His eyes fell on Xie Cheng, "vulgar."

Xie Cheng flipped through the script, without raising his head, and snorted very softly.

Xie Yao's eyes did not linger on him, and his beautiful little face lowered again and continued to write, stroke by stroke, horizontally and vertically. His voice was soft and childish, and he said calmly, "Sister Afu doesn't like you like this. Vulgar people.”

Xie Cheng held the book in his hand that he thought he would never open in this life. He almost laughed angrily and asked, "How can I be vulgar?"

"To intimidate younger siblings, you will only use force to solve problems." Hei Xiaotuanzi held the pen and did not stop the movement of his hand. The tip of the pen outlined the last stroke, and continued to say solemnly, "Warrior."

A martial artist? ? !

Eleven looked at Xie Cheng silently.

Xie Cheng, who entered the military camp when he was a teenager, became famous in the first battle, who would not praise him for being brave and resourceful, and promising at a young age.

Who doesn't respect a major general.

Now it is even more powerful, with great military exploits.

In Xuanwu, the only one who dares to say that the general is a martial artist is the young master, right?
Xie Cheng didn't say anything. When he saw a light-colored dress, his expression suddenly changed. He slightly tightened the notebook in his hand, lowered his head, made a very aggrieved look, and said in a difficult voice, "...Yes, I'm just a warrior."

Xie Yao's little hand holding the pen paused: "?"

Xie Min's hand shook, and the melon seed peels she had just piled up like a hill were pushed down and scattered on the ground.

Afterwards, they heard the girl's clean and clear voice, with a hint of doubt, "What martial artist?"

(End of this chapter)