When she got up energetically, he was nowhere to be seen in the room.

Opening the door, he was practicing under the jujube tree in the yard.

He was holding a fire stick in his hand and was practicing an assassination sword technique.

She held a comb in her hand, combing her hair while leaning against the door to admire his heroic posture while practicing.

Good figure, handsome face and good temperament.

Such a man is so handsome that it doesn't matter whether he is standing, sitting, lying down or lying down.

Especially for this practice, I took off my shirt and wore a pair of blue-grey military camp trousers underneath with my feet bound.

The skin on the exposed chest and arms is a healthy wheat color.

Lines, muscles, extremely powerful.

Glittering beads of sweat rolled down along the tight lines.

There is something unspeakably wild, masculine, and wild.

It makes people watching here feel like their blood is gushing.

Yang Ruoqing quickly raised her head, feeling like something was about to flow out of her nose.

Damn it, my sister is not a nymphomaniac.

It’s just that this man is too evil!

"Qing'er, are you awake? Did you sleep well?"

Over there, he found her standing at the door of the house here.

His eyes lit up, he quickly put away the fire stick and ran over happily.

Looking at the muscular body so close to her, Yang Ruoqing was really worried that her nosebleed would spray in his face.

He quickly waved his hand towards him and motioned for him to step back.

The hand struck him squarely on the chest.

what the hell.

Strong yet flexible.

Just after practicing the exercises, my muscles felt warm.

The touch was so good that she couldn't bear to remove her fingers.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you holding your neck up and sleeping with a stiff neck?"

His mind was on her upturned neck, and his voice was tinged with anxiety and worry.

"Well, a little bit. You go get me some well water and I can wash my face and everything will be fine."

She said perfunctorily.

"Well, I'll go right away!"

He picked up the basin and ran to the backyard to get water from the well.

She lowered her head and looked at his running figure and couldn't help but smile.

It doesn't matter if you have a stiff neck and wash your face, right?

This guy is stupid!

I like!

After washing his face, he asked him to put on his clothes again.

"You are covered in sweat. Do you want me to boil some water for you to take a bath before returning to the military camp?" she asked.

He has been out for a whole day and it's time to go back.

He looked at the sky outside the house and said, "Don't bother, I'll wash it when I get back."

It's been hot lately, so everyone doesn't wash in the house.

There is a river beside the military camp, and everyone goes there to swim together.

After hearing what he said, Yang Ruoqing didn't force herself.

After watching him leave the shop, she closed the shop door and returned to the backyard.

In the kitchen, the pots and dishes were washed clean and neatly stacked in the cupboards.

The pots and pot bases were wiped spotless.

The water tank was filled again and the floor was cleaned.

He also soaked some of the soybeans she bought back in water in a big basin.

She glanced around and nodded with satisfaction.

Well, this leader of the group was not in vain.

Not only did I learn kung fu, but I also did a good job in the kitchen.

Haha, not bad!

…

After burning the night meal for nearly tens of thousands of people in the entire military camp, Bai Laowu led a group of people from the kitchen to the river on the side of the military camp.

In this river, soldiers were not allowed to bathe in the water under military orders.

But Bai Laowu is an exception.

The whole army also knew that the commander of the kitchen was a rogue.

Once, a general in the army who was not a minor reported to General Xiahou, demanding that Bai Laowu be severely punished.

result……

General Xiahou could just turn a blind eye.

The general who made the report had three meals in the morning, noon and night for the next seven consecutive days.

We all found cockroach legs and fly heads...

There were also people who rushed to report Bai Laowu and his party, and ended up suffering from diarrhea for three days in a row and couldn't walk without a trace.

After that, no one in the army dared to provoke the gangsters in the kitchen.

The small river on the side of the military camp became a large bathhouse for the kitchen soldiers on summer nights.

No, tonight Bai Laowu came to the river with dozens of people from the kitchen.

At this time, the moon has risen and is hanging on the treetops.

The surface of the river was sparkling, and the light all around was as bright as day.

The kitchen had been smoky and smoky all day, and now we encountered water, and everyone was busy taking off their clothes and getting into the water.

They are all men, the parts are all the same, and no one is afraid of being looked at.

So, all naked people went into the water.

People like Luo Fengtang, who is good at water, can swim happily in the river.

If the water is not good at dripping, just soak and scrub next to the river bank.

Bai Laowu is one of the representatives.

"Boy Luo was born as a hunter. His water qualities are really good. He looks like he grew up in the water!"

Bai Laowu praised.

The people on the edge echoed: "Swimming around, white stripes in the waves."

"Hahaha……"

Everyone laughed.

After a refreshing wash, the river water took away everyone’s oil, sweat and fatigue.

"It's almost time, brothers, go ashore and go back!"

Bai Laowu greeted everyone to get up again.

Everyone moved closer to the shore, busy wiping and looking for their own clean clothes.

Luo Fengtang also came over, his position was beside Bai Laowu.

When Bai Lao Wu was wiping his body with his back turned, Bai Lao Wu accidentally caught a glimpse of a black thing as big as a fingernail behind his butt.

At a casual glance, Bai Laowu just thought it was a piece of mud the boy rubbed on the shore and didn't take it seriously.

Suddenly, his action of putting on clothes paused.

Turning around again...

It wasn't black mud, it was a mark as big as a fingernail.
To be continued...