Leaning on the soft couch, the two chatted for a while about the defense and reorganization of the Flying Cloud camp outside the city, and then discussed the next step of the secret team that Yang Yiting secretly trained.
Jiang Xiaolian's issue would be skipped here. It wouldn't even be mentioned.
Only Yan Mo, for a long time to come, always felt that his prince looked at him with a darker intent than before, which often made him tremble, and he didn't even dare to sleep with ease. After a while, the poor commander of the dark guard, tortured and exhausted, cried endlessly.
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A few days later, when Yang Yiting and Meng Yuan reappeared in the open space of the hidden valley, seeing the more than hundred recruits still sweating and training hard on the school grounds, he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction. It had been less than three months before and after, and it was already very good that this group of people can have such training results.
