A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The more Xiao Sanlang thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He couldn't help but speak again: "How should we deal with the Imperial Master? We can't just sit there and wait!"

"Han Mingguang stopped, glanced at Xiao Sanlang, and said, "Don't worry, we have to calm down and think of a solution."

Shui Qinglian was also frowning at the side. He was also thinking about how to deal with the situation, but his mind was in a mess and he couldn't think of any good ideas for a while.

He looked at Xiao Sizhe and thought to himself, this kid is so calm, is there any good solution? So he asked softly: "Xiao Sizhe, do you have any ideas?" Xiao Sizhe just smiled and didn't answer.

At this time, Sikong Yan was completely relaxed, enjoying Xiao Sizhe's care. He thought to himself, no matter what happens tomorrow, at least he has his younger brother by his side to take care of him, and that's enough.

Xiao Sizhe actually had a plan in mind, but he felt that it was not the right time to speak it out. He wanted to wait until everyone was more anxious before speaking out the plan, so that everyone would pay more attention to it. He continued to rub Sikong Yan's back silently, but in his mind he was thinking about what to do next.

Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang walked up quickly with anxious faces. Han Mingguang couldn't wait to ask, "Xiao Sizhe, tell us so that we can take it as a reference!"

His eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation, his brows were tightly furrowed, his hands were rubbing unconsciously, and he was like an ant on hot pot, anxious to know what good ideas Xiao Sizhe had.

Xiao Sanlang also said, "Master Xiaoer, just tell us what you have to say. Aren't you afraid of making us feel sick?"

His face was also full of anxiety, his eyes were fixed on Xiao Sizhe, as if he wanted to see some clues from Xiao Sizhe's expression. He kept muttering in his heart, why didn't Xiao Sizhe speak, it was really frustrating.

At this time, Xiao Sizhe smiled calmly, and there seemed to be a hint of mystery in his smile. He said slowly, "Don't worry, I will teach Brother Yan the true scriptures tonight! Tomorrow he will die in front of everyone! That national teacher will not be able to find any clues."

When he said this, his eyes revealed determination and confidence, as if everything was under his control. He actually had a comprehensive plan in mind, but he deliberately kept it a secret to make everyone more anxious, so that when he told everyone the plan, everyone would pay more attention and be more convinced.

Then, Xiao Sizhe turned around and said to them: "Go back and have some rest! You'll be well-rested to deal with the Imperial Master! Don't worry! Don't worry a hundred thousand times!" His tone was relaxed and firm, as if all difficulties could be easily solved.

Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang looked at each other. Although they still had some doubts in their hearts, they felt a little relieved when they saw Xiao Sizhe being so confident.

Han Mingguang thought to himself that this little Sizhe was very smart and might have some good ideas, so he might as well trust him for once.

He nodded and said, "Okay, let's go back first and see what happens tomorrow."

Although Xiao Sanlang was still a little worried, he had no choice but to turn around and leave with Han Mingguang.

After everyone else had left, Xiao Sizhe showed an anxious look on his face. He hurriedly took small steps to move the basin of steaming hot water to the bed, and then ran to fetch a stool as fast as a swift bird.

After placing it, Xiao Sizhe said to Sikong Yan excitedly: "Brother Yan, let's take a dip in the water while it's still hot!"

Sikong Yan looked at the lively and cute little Sizha in front of him who looked like an elf. For some reason, at that moment he felt that the more he looked at Xiao Sizha, the more she looked like the Lan Man in his memory.

He was about to say something when he was interrupted by Si Zhe's urgent words: "Hurry up and soak your feet. I will teach you the turtle breathing method later! So that you can deal with the national teacher tomorrow!"

Sikong Yan was shocked when he heard this. He widened his eyes and asked, "Did you use this method to fake your death before?"

When Xiao Sizhe heard this, he nervously stretched out his little hand to cover Sikong Yan's mouth, and said anxiously: "Speak softly, speak softly!" Then he quickly put his little feet, as delicate as lilies, on Sikong Yan's big feet.

At this moment, Sikong Yan only felt that his feet were soft, tender and warm. This little foot seemed to have magical powers, making his heart itch and feel uncomfortable. At the same time, the stupid thing in his body suddenly "broke out of the ground" like bamboo shoots after springing up.

He panicked and quickly clamped his legs together, trying to stop the thing from moving. His face flushed and his breathing became rapid. He stared at the little feet, just like staring at a little white lotus in clear water, and he couldn't bear to look away.

In his heart, it was as if a little deer was running around. He didn't understand why he had such a strange feeling, but he knew that when he looked at Xiao Sizhe, his heart would beat faster involuntarily. He began to realize that he might have a different feeling for Xiao Sizhe, a feeling he had never experienced before, which made him nervous, excited, and at a loss.

While trying hard to control his emotions and physical reactions, he secretly thought in his heart, is this the feeling of falling in love for the first time?

However, Xiao Sizhe did not notice anything unusual about Sikong Yan. He simply thought that Sikong Yan's face turned red because of the blood circulation caused by soaking his feet.

He cared for Sikong Yan with all his heart, and carefully prepared water for his feet. He kept muttering, "Brother Yan, you will feel much more comfortable after soaking your feet. You will be able to master the tortoise breathing technique more quickly later." As he spoke, he carefully helped Sikong Yan adjust the temperature of the water for his feet. His caring look made people feel warm at heart.

His face was always filled with a bright smile, and his eyes were full of care and love for Sikong Yan. His every move revealed his deep affection for Sikong Yan. Sikong Yan was the most important person in his life!

The cold moonlight shone down, and the moon gradually sank in the night sky. Little Sizha looked at the gradually sinking moon with an innocent smile on his face, and then he shouted loudly to the outside of the tent: "Brother Fox, sister Guagua has fallen asleep!" After shouting, Sikong Yan and Little Sizha lay in each other's arms like close friends, and crawled into the thick quilt together.

At this time, the little fox heard the call, ran in happily, then gently closed the door and swiftly jumped onto the bed. It curled up next to Sizhe obediently, as if it had found the warmest harbor. And the little sister Guagua also flew over lightly and got into the little fox's big tail, leaving only a small head exposed. In this quiet night, they were like the closest family.