Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

Chapter 1539: Should you care about me?

at that time.

On Ye Siming's side, he was in a dense and dark forest.

Behind him followed a dozen or so wolves with cautious footsteps.

Hearing Gu Nuo'er's voice, the young man stopped suddenly.

Qin Song, who was not far away, immediately became alert.

He made a gesture to signal the wolf army to lower their bodies, and also stood in place.

The wolf army has undergone rigorous training, and in the night, his eyes are as sharp and alert as wolves.

They stared at a small village in the woods a few steps away.

The sound of gongs and drums could be heard faintly.

Ye Siming looked sideways and looked at Qin Song: "Follow the voice and go directly into the village. After entering the door, no matter what the situation is, hold down everyone first, and whoever resists will be beaten."

After speaking, he raised his jaw: "You go first, I will come later."

Qin Song didn't know what Ye Siming was going to do.

But the general's words are like a mountain of iron orders, and they must be executed!

Qin Song didn't say a word, took the Langxu army, and took advantage of the darkness to cover up, and went directly into the village.

Ye Siming heard a few dogs in the village barking irritably.

Only then did he lean back against the tree trunk, his long eyebrows pressed down slightly, and a smile emerged from his jet-black pupils.

"Can't sleep, then I'll talk to you."

Just now, Gu Nuo'er had heard Ye Siming's voice instructing Qin Song.

She sat up, her long hair draped over her shoulders, gleaming in the moonlight.

"Brother Siming, otherwise you go to work first, and I'll wait for you for a while."

Ye Siming glanced sideways at the situation in the village.

Seeing the figure shaking, the frolic of the villagers just now turned into scolding and beatings.

It seems that Qin Song and the others have already started.

Ye Siming's expression was lazy, with a reckless chuckle.

"It doesn't matter, I'll put you to sleep first, Qin Song and the others can handle it."

Gu Nuo'er couldn't help but get nervous.

She blinked: "Are you attacking the frontier of Jin?"

"No," Ye Siming replied, "I found Qiao Xiuli's whereabouts. I'll save him first tonight."

Speaking of this, the young man couldn't help but sneer.

"After the investigation, I found out that he was injured, the old disease on his leg recurred, and he was temporarily unable to move. In addition, he was weak. He was tied back by a nearby village chief's daughter and became a relative."

"Tonight, when they get married, if I don't make it in time, your cousin will be married by his head."

Gu Nuo'er was surprised when she heard it, and her little hand touched her heart.

"Is there such a thing? Fortunately, Brother Siming went quickly! When Brother Siming sees his cousin, remember to give me some condolences to him!"

Ye Siming hummed.

Gu Nuoer thought of Jiang Xiaoran again.

She told Ye Siming what happened recently.

"Brother Huarui has been with you for so long, how is he feeling?"

"It's better, sometimes it's half-dead, sometimes it's bloody." Ye Siming said arrogantly and coldly.

Gu Nuo'er couldn't help snickering.

Afraid that the sound was too loud and could be heard by Wan Yin outside, she had to cover her mouth with her small hand.

Ye Siming heard the charming laughter coming from her side, and his long eyebrows couldn't help but rise happily.

She must have narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Gu Nuo'er asked him about the situation of the two armies.

When she learned that no one was injured and everyone was fighting, the little girl let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed that Brother Siming could lead the soldiers more than she imagined.

Ye Siming's ears were very good. At this time, he heard Qin Song come into the village chief's house.

The arguments and scolding seemed to intensify.

Tonight, he didn't bring many people for convenience.

In such a stalemate, Ye Siming raised his eyebrows, his narrow eyes overflowing with dissatisfaction.

"Gu Nuo'er, you care about so many people, when will it be my turn?"