Then, she took the initiative to touch Yan Zhe's lips and kissed him hard
There is no way, these days, I can't bear to leave my children and can't trap the wolf
After a long time, Yan Zhe reluctantly left Xiaoman's lips, pinched her nose, and said, "Your charming expression is so ecstasy. If you kiss it again, I'm afraid I won't remember this.
It's Song Mansion, I'll eat you directly."
"Yan Lang..." Xiaoman shouted softly: "The future is long."
After saying that, Xiaoman pushed Yan Zhe away, stood up, sorted out her clothes, walked to the table, pointed to a gold-inlaid sandalwood box, and said, "This is a thousand-year-old ginseng, which is used to nourish Wen Xue's body."
Yan Zhe walked over, but didn't even look at it, picked up the box and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, but there's one more thing. I don't know, can you help me?" Xiaoman asked.
"Say" Yan Zhe is obviously much more refreshing than just now
"Are there any clothes that are not very thick, but they are very resistant to blows?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Although I don't know how they do it at the moment, it's always good to be prepared."
"This is also because there is a kind of soft armor in the martial arts world, which is woven with special silk mixed with metal wire. Not to mention sticks, even swords and guns can be blocked."
"After putting it on, if they hit you, their strength will be removed by 80%."
"But this thing is made into armor, and it will be seen as soon as you put it on others... Well, let me see if I can help you make a silk skirt, so that others can't see it."
"How do you know that they'll be hitting me?"
"This is common sense. Your family is not a court. Who would have prepared eighteen torture instruments in the mansion? Someone at home commits a crime and usually beats a board, so you have the highest chance of being beaten by Princess Ancheng and others."
"Then, Xiaoman thanked Yan Lang here." Xiaoman bent down and bowed and said with a big tribute.
"You're welcome, but the clothes are ready, who will take your life?" Yan Zhe asked.
"Xu Bing, he is the head of the soldiers in charge of guarding the yard. If something happens in the future, he will also inform you." Xiaoman said
"Xu Bing? Is it the adopted son of Xu Mingying, the Tiger Army of the Song family?" Yan Zhe frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.