Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Jiang Yi meant, but heard Jiang Yi lower her voice next.

"Today they have all discovered... I am from the Shuiqi tribe. If you don't want me, they will soon follow me. I don't want to be a military prostitute."

This is self-defeating, rather than being treated as military prostitutes by a group of people, it is better to find a powerful follower, so Jiang Yi chose him.

Song Minhuan didn't see it at all, but based on what the boy had said to him before, he guessed that he might not be lying, so he shook his head.

"I already have someone I like." He replied.

Jiang Yi: "Where is the person you like now?"

Being asked like this, Song Minhuan was silent—Huicai said: "He is far away."

"That's because you're not in the military camp. As long as you don't tell me about it, he won't know about it...you don't have to worry, I just need you to protect me for a few months, and when we meet again, just pretend we don't know each other."

Song Minhuan didn't agree with such a statement, he shook his head, "I can protect you, but I won't do anything to you... If you want, you can also seek refuge from others."

At first, he thought that this person was sleeping accidentally, but now it seems that he did it on purpose. He distanced himself from Jiang Yi, and his attitude was very obvious.

"You don't want to?" Jiang Yi looked at him in the night, his eyes turned cold, "If you don't want to help me, they will definitely not let me go...you have the heart to watch me fall into their hands?"

Why do you have to follow him?Didn't he say he could protect him?But it's not incomprehensible, Jiang Yi may not be at ease with this kind of verbal promise.

Song Minhuan: "I can protect you, but I won't do anything to you. Believe me or not is your business."

After he said this, Jiang Yi didn't answer, looking at him in the night, his eyes turned cold.They used to sleep on the ground, and Jiang Yi slept next to him. Each of them had their own bedding.

Jiang Yi pulled the quilt to the other side, turned his back to him, the night was still cold, and neither of them spoke anymore.

From the second day on, Jiang Yi stopped following him. He noticed that Jiang Yi went to find another soldier in their battalion.The soldier also survived without much injury, and seemed to be a descendant of a god, and his blood was inclined towards the orcs.

There were people from the Shuiqi tribe in their camp, the news spread quickly, and he heard a lot of what some soldiers said were unpleasant.

"What are you doing in the barracks? Can't you just stay in their own clan?"

"I heard that he wants to work for His Highness... how to do it, probably on the bed."

"I don't care whether His Highness can see him or not. Isn't he following Qingkui now? If Qingkui knew that he was crawling on someone else's bed, he would definitely break his leg."

"Either don't come to the barracks. If you come to the barracks and don't hide your identity, isn't this self-inflicted..."

"Qing Kui has been doting on him a lot lately. If you look at him more often, you'll think we're playing tricks on him. Not everyone likes men from the Shuiqi tribe... I'm really stunned."

Several soldiers received the food, and they talked about each other, and these discussions fell into Song Minhuan's ears.When it was his turn, he took a bowl of porridge and two steamed buns, the steamed buns were hard to chew, he took two bites, and brought the bowl to the side.

It turned out that Jiang Yi had been following him, and he was only acquainted with Jiang Yi.The other soldiers in the barracks didn't talk to him much, perhaps because they thought he was a descendant of a god and didn't dare to come and talk to him?

He was holding a porridge bowl, and he was sitting alone on the tree. There was movement in the grass behind him, footsteps, and small whimpers.

The shadow of the tree fell on the ground, and no one noticed him when he was on the tree. He had been looking for this place for a long time, and few people came here.

"Qing Kui went out to let the wind go out today, and we deliberately dismissed him. You promised yourself a few days ago... now your words don't count?"

"Things that rely on people's power, knowing where the barracks are, but still coming here... Aren't you crazy about men, don't you want to? We have plenty of ways to get you—will beg us to fuck you."

The sound of clothes being torn was heard, and the young man was crying in his voice, begging for mercy while dodging.

Song Minhuan hadn't finished eating the porridge in his bowl. He lowered his eyelids and listened on the tree. His consciousness was released, as if he could feel the subtle spiritual power around him.

What does Jun Yuenu mean by setting up this phantom array for him?Do you want him to save people?

He thought about it, and naturally he wouldn't let Jiang Yi leave him alone. He slashed across the branch in his hand, and the sharp sword intent swept towards several soldiers. The armor on the soldiers' body cracked with a "crash".

The young man was wearing an ordinary silver helmet. He was tall and straight, jumping from the tree with his fingertips propped up on the branch.

"Do you know where this is?" Song Minhuan was still holding a cut tree branch with his fingertips. He just stood there, with an indifferent demeanor, but somehow convincing.

"This is a barracks...not a place for you to act recklessly."

"Since Ruyueyin and all ethnic groups are equal, if Mr. Gong Zilan finds out about your bullying, I'm afraid it will not be as simple as being punished."

With his light words, the faces of several soldiers turned pale. They all knew what Gongzi Lan was like. If Gongzi Lan found out, they would not be kept in the barracks, nor would Yue Yin.

Jiang Yi barely covered his body with the broken clothes. He felt extremely embarrassed at this moment, but he was rescued by the person who rejected him. The person looked at him as if he was looking down on him... He must have looked down on him in his heart.

The indifferent gaze was like nails nailing him in place and he couldn't move. His hair was disheveled and there were bruises on his face. He knew that his appearance was definitely not good.

The soldiers next to him who bullied him all turned pale with fright. This is the gap... Jiang Yi clenched the robe by his side, why, why was he born in Shuiqi... If he can also become those powerful Descendants of gods.

He would not have fallen to such a point.

Some people are born to be colorful clouds in the sky, while others are born to struggle in the mud.

He also wants to be a phoenix on a sycamore branch, not a dodder flower in the mud that can only survive on dead trees.

But thinking about it... people can't change their origin.

Jiang Yi's loose hair covered the emotions in his eyes, his eyes were gloomy, and there was a stabbing pain on his cheeks and wounds on his fingertips. This is also the physique of their Shuiqi tribe, bumps and bumps are always good It's slow, and it's easy to become sadistic.

Resentment flashed in his eyes.

"We didn't do anything to him, he seduced us first," said one of the soldiers, who had seen Song Minhuan's abilities on the battlefield, and did not dare to offend him.

"Yeah... Regardless of our affairs, he has not only looked for us, but also many people. If you put it this way, if Mr. Gong Zilan blames him, Qing Kui will be the first to deal with it."

—Once this matter is reported, not only can they not stay in the barracks, Jiang Yi can no longer stay in the barracks either.

Song Minhuan was about to say something, but a pale hand grabbed the corner of his clothes.

The boy on the ground spoke in a low voice, begging, "Don't tell Master Lan about this...I want to stay in the barracks."

Saying this, the soldiers next to him had contempt in their eyes, but they still followed suit: "Yes, he already said that, why do you need to meddle in your own business?"

Song Minhuan saw that Jiang Yi was still holding the token of Changle in his hand, which was stained with blood, and the other hand did not let go of the corner of his clothes, as if hoping that he would agree.

"I won't report it right now," Song Minhuan looked at the soldiers, "If I find out that you guys bullied him next time, I won't let you go."

Several soldiers reluctantly agreed, and after they left, Jiang Yi was still kneeling on the ground, silent—will speak.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"I won't stand by and watch," Song Minhuan said, feeling that Jiang Yi had some resentment towards him, because he saw such an embarrassing side of him.

He threw the branch on the ground, and it was not appropriate to stay here, so he turned around and left.He respects Jiang Yi's choice and will not meddle in other people's affairs.

In the following days, he still stayed in the tent, Jiang Yi did not sleep next to him, and went to sleep with Qing Kui.The soldiers in their battalion were changed frequently, because every time they went to the battlefield, there were casualties.

The remaining soldiers had a closer relationship with him. He usually helped people when they were in trouble, and those soldiers gradually became proficient with him. They would chat with him about the troubled times, their parents, wives and children. ——The world can be peaceful every day.

He didn't pay much attention to Jiang Yi. He inquired about the situation in this world every day, and learned that the Rulong clan is gone now, and Shengjun has disappeared.

As for Shengjun, what he heard the most from the soldiers was that among so many descendants of gods...only Ru Taki can be regarded as a real god.

This "god" is for their human race.

They are truly kind and sympathetic to the human race, and the human race also regards them as gods, but obviously this kind of "god" has no respect for them, and they just demand and hurt their gods infinitely.

The final result is that this family has since disappeared in the world, and the whereabouts of the holy king have never been known.

Every day when he practiced, he would feel for the red lotus button and the handkerchief on the front of his clothes. The days of practice were boring, and he would know some news even if he didn't ask much.

Because of his many meritorious deeds on the battlefield, he has now become the battalion commander. The deputy general often takes him in and out of the camp, and occasionally comes to drink with him.

"I mentioned you to Mr. Gongzi Lan, Mr. Gongzi Lan is very interested in you..." The deputy general lowered his voice and said to him, "Originally this man was for Qing Kui, and they were all bought by Qing Kui. It was me Explained the situation to Gong Zilan...you are truly worthy of the name by sitting in this position."

It was just an insignificant military position, Song Minhuan felt that it would be fine not to give it to him, but what was valuable was that the other party was willing to help him, so he thanked the lieutenant general.

"Next time, you don't have to help me. I'm in the military...not for promotion."

"Then what are you doing for it?" The deputy general was a little surprised, and said honestly, "Now His Highness is short of people, if you can come to His Highness, when the war is calmed down in the future, you will definitely be able to leave your name through the ages."

"I came here... to find someone."

"Who are you looking for? You might as well tell me, I can help you look it up in the army."

Song Min laughed happily and shook his head, "I don't know who he is...but if I see him, I can recognize him."

Even if you can't recognize it for a while, since Jun Yuenu has arranged this illusion array to confuse him, it is actually giving him a chance to find a flaw.

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, the deputy general did not inquire further.

"I heard that you helped that Shuiqi tribe last time?" the lieutenant asked.

He didn't speak, and heard the deputy general hesitate to speak, "You should stay out of your own business in the future, the world is chaotic... He looks like a young man on the surface, but in fact he has a lot of thoughts."

"If you help him, he may not appreciate it, and he may even hate you."

The lieutenant general only said one sentence, and Song Minhuan knew it, so he nodded his thanks.

When he went to the battlefield a few times ago, Jiang Yi hid aside, and his eyes always fell on him. When he beheaded many Xie Chong's heads, when he rescued soldiers from Xie Chong, and when all the soldiers cheered for him At that time, Jiang Yi stared at him with envy and jealousy.

"Shen Shan, why do you always cover your face with mud?"

Song Minhuan thought for a while, then said lightly, "Because I was born beautiful, I easily provoke disputes."

It was indeed like this before, he didn't think he was born well, but in the past, people often praised him for his beauty and appearance, and he didn't want to be that kind of vase with only appearance.

So when he came in he was thinking of more - less - and covered his face with plaster.

"Hahahahahahaha," the soldier he rescued laughed, with his hands still propping up against the wall, "I have a younger brother who is just like you... he is like a daffodil all day long, worrying about himself every day." He was born so good-looking that the sad girl didn't want to marry him."

"I asked him why, and he said that he was prettier than a girl, and he was afraid that the girl would feel ashamed when she was with him."

When these words came out, the soldiers in the tent also laughed.

"Why are you like them, thinking that the soldiers in our battalion like beautiful men... We all look at strength, even if you have a good-looking girl, it doesn't matter, not to mention others, His Highness Changle's appearance is also famous He is handsome, and his beauty is far superior to that of a woman."

"However, in this world, who would dare to think of His Highness? We admire him, respect him, fight for him, and never underestimate him because of his appearance."

"Besides, I didn't realize that you are beautiful..." The surrounding soldiers didn't know who poured water bottles on his face intentionally or unintentionally. The original appearance is slightly exposed.

The soldier in front of him paused for a moment, then bared his teeth and smiled, "Aren't you just average...you worry about being spotted every day."

Another soldier echoed: "Yes, Shen Shan, I didn't expect you to be so narcissistic in private besides fighting well."

"Maybe he thinks we're hungry."

— All the soldiers laughed — all of them were mocking him, and there was nothing unusual in the way they looked at him.

Song Minhuan: "..."

He wiped his face with the palm of his hand, he was not as knowledgeable as these soldiers, all of them really deserved a beating.

In the darkest corner of the camp, there were soldiers whispering in low voices.

"It's true that she was born beautiful...why do they all say she's not good looking?"

Another soldier patted his head, "Shen Shan was worried that someone would think too much of him because of his appearance, how does Shen Shan treat you normally...do you have the heart to tell him the truth?"

The soldier was taken aback for a moment, and then said: "I don't understand, but if it's to make him happy...then I'll tell him that he's born like that in the future."

"Well, he has helped us a lot on weekdays, and he is so powerful. I guess many people are jealous of him. Don't tell others about this. We must protect him."

He said so on the lips, but what he thought in his heart was to smear more mud on people's faces in the future... It's okay not to smear it, anyway, Shen Shan has strength, unlike some people who can easily bully him.

Another soldier responded. He was bullied by the soldiers in the next camp. He couldn't eat three meals a day. He was cowardly and dared not tell others that he was digging earthworms in the tent alone. One time, Shen Shan happened to bump into him.

After that, no one dared to trouble him again. He could drink porridge and eat steamed buns every day, and finally lived a normal life in the camp.

Maybe in the eyes of others, it was just a handy help, but to him... such help is precious, and he is grateful in his heart.

He knew that Shen Shan kept a distance from them, but they never looked down on them, they were all real people, and they could feel people's emotions and how the people around them treated them.

The other party doesn't need his feedback, he can only write down this insignificant kindness, hoping that one day... he can do what he can to help the other party.

"Some people have beautiful lives that make people want to protect them, but some people have good lives that only make people want to be cheap."

"It's really a difference between cloud and mud."

"The road is always chosen by oneself. If he doesn't want to be humiliated by others, who can really humiliate him?"

The two of them lowered their voices so much, but these voices still fell into Jiang Yi's ears without saying a word. Jiang Yi covered the quilt and leaned against the wall.