The Concubine’s Daughter Comes Around

"Don't think about it, there will still be me anyway." Wu Jitian considered for a moment, looking at Dong Ling, his eyes were a little unclear.

The battlefield is still too dangerous. After all, Dong Ling is still a daughter. If she was sent to fight, she would not be relieved.

Thinking of this, Wu Jitian frowned slightly.

Dong Ling was wondering, it took him a long time to realize that the person beside him was silent, and then he turned around and looked at Wu Jitian.

"Huh?" Dong Ling looked at Wu Jitian, who looked a little bit wrong. "What are you thinking?"

Wu Jitian quickly put on a smile and raised his hand to pinch Dong Ling's chin.

"That being the case, why is it more real?" Wu Jitian said slowly, "you just have to help with some chores these two days, don't bother the crazy dogs."

Dong Ling heard a reluctant smile, and probably knew Wu Jitian's true intentions. He wanted to subconsciously refuse, but looked at the person in front of him, but still did not say.

Dong Ling was silent for a moment and still nodded.

"it is good."

The genius was slightly bright the next day and Dong Ling got up. It was really not what she was willing to do. The two days of things disturbed her dizziness and bloating, and she was completely sleepless at night.

After packing his clothes, Dong Ling strolled around the barracks. It is estimated that it was a bit early. Except for the soldiers on guard, not many people were walking outside.

Dong Ling was idle and bored, and refused to spend more time in one place. Thinking of the words that he said to Wu Jitian yesterday, he sighed and went to the barracks kitchen.

There aren't many people in the kitchen. A few people cook a few dishes at will, and it looks rude. Dong Ling frowned as soon as he stepped in. Is this what I want to eat these days?

Because there are not many people in the kitchen, everyone has more tasks assigned. Dong Ling just came in and no one noticed her, only if she was a late juggler.

Dong Ling was thinking about asking for help, and he was about to speak. Suddenly a basket was thrown into his arms. Dong Ling caught it subconsciously, then looked down.

vegetables?

Dong Ling squinted his eyes, was trying to identify what kind of breed, and heard a sharp female voice coming from his ear.

"Pick this and wash it."

Dong Ling raised an eyebrow and did not speak. He turned his head and took a basket and went to squat in front of a tank of water. He lowered his head and picked up the vegetables.

Everything went well. A large basket of greens soon reached the bottom. Dong Ling's mood gradually calmed down a little, if not that person.

"Oh, what do you know now?"

Wen Yan Dong Lingmeng stopped the movement in his hand, did not tilt his head, just listened to the movement over there.

Others in the kitchen stopped because of this prominent voice, looked at people, and looked at Dong Ling who was in a squatting position, and probably understood the situation.

No one spoke, and Dong Ling was no exception. She crouched in front of the basket, and rather boringly counted how many green leaves were left unpicked.

Alas, there are more than a dozen films, not in a hurry.

The comer saw Dong Ling who was silent, some couldn't help his face, and pointed at Dong Ling with a red neck and said angrily, "Say you, is there any self-knowledge?"

Dong Ling then turned his head and looked at people.

It's just an ordinary soldier, with a sharp-billed monkey gill, a tall body, but a bit thin, not very good, and not talking.

It was sent by the military division. The scene was quite big. There were a few young soldiers watching the bustling behind the big soldier. Dong Ling thought about it and thought it was ridiculous.

"Oh," Dong Ling replied reluctantly, and then stood up and bowed in cooperation. "Do you think I know myself now?"

"Oh, don't be weird here. What is this place, you can come here!" Perhaps it was Dong Ling's tone and movement that made him a little satisfied, and that person slowed him down.

The tone of the tone gave Dong Ling a sideways glance.

Dong Ling paused and walked slowly to the man.

"Adult comes here ..." Dong Ling stopped in five steps in front of the man, looking at those unpleasant eyes, "will not just come to me for fun, am I?

How can it be. "

Dong Ling smiled after speaking, but there was no smile at all.

"What the **** are you? It's just a woman with long hair and short eyes." The other side was irritated by Dong Ling's ridiculous expression, and his words were too intense.

"Don't think about dreaming every day. It's a mistake for you to come here!"

A lot of soldiers were attracted around. Dong Ling looked up at the sky. The sun had come out and it was time to get up.

"Dare to ignore me!" The man looked at Dong Ling with his teeth gritted. "I don't think you can see the coffin or cry."

Dong Ling lowered her head and re-examined the person in front of her. It was so easy to get excited. What kind of person was sent?

"See tricks!"

Dong Ling fiercely looked up and faced a fist. Relying on his own conditioned reflexes and hiding his head, Dong Ling stood firm and looked at the soldiers who had suddenly moved.

It's time for him to taste what he can't do.

Dong Lingli stood still, looking coldly at the soldier who rushed up again.

The soldier stared, and again fist was ready to be sent to Dong Ling's belly.

Dong Ling narrowed his eyes, and leaned back before the other side was about to touch himself, hiding.

Dong Ling slowly stood up again, looking at some Mongolian soldiers in a leisurely manner, then lowered his head and straightened his clothes.

The expressions of the people around them were a bit indescribable. A soldier who had been trained for a long time couldn't even touch a woman's hair.

Shame.

The soldier stood aside, looking at his hands in disbelief, then turned his head sharply and shouted with a red neck: "You have a seed!"

Dong Ling heard the words just smiled, raised his hand and made a come back gesture.

The soldier was completely annoyed. This time, he did not rush forward to prepare a punch for Dong Ling, but instead thought about Dong Ling step by step, Dong Ling stood in place and looked calmly.

he.

This time the move was much faster than before, but in front of Dong Ling, it was nothing.

Dong Ling stooped slightly, hiding again, and the other side never touched his hair.

The other person's eyes were red, and he kicked them with his teeth, but still didn't touch them.

Just like this, you hit me to hide, if you ca n’t hit me, then hit you and hide. After a few strokes, Dong Ling was impatient, but he didn't have the time to pass it.

After avoiding another blow from the opponent, Dong Ling tilted his head and pulled the soldier's hand forward because of the short shot, and twisted quickly before the opponent responded.

The opponent wanted to pull out a hand to try to fight back, but Dong Ling's strength was not as small as he imagined, and he couldn't succeed after several struggles.

Dong Ling held down the two struggling arms, and then pushed down the soldier's back with one knee.