Returning after a three-year escape from death, the tyrant has turned evil.

Chapter 185 Do you know Jiang Lanye?

Song Yi had expected that Lang Xiao would talk to the Khan for a long time, but to his surprise, only a short while later, Lang Xiao's voice rang out outside the tent.

Song Yi paused, intending to lift her clothes, but then she thought better of it and pretended not to hear, instead carefully feeling the marks on her arms.

When Wolf Owl entered, he was completely unprepared. The moment he looked up, he saw Song Yi's bare, round, white shoulders and her two lotus-like arms exposed. He was stunned at first, then hurriedly looked away, but after a while, he couldn't help but look over again.

It's strange, because when the weather was hot before, they wore very light robes, and you could often see the maids around them rolling up their sleeves to work. It was just their two arms, so why did Song Yi's exposed arms look so much different?
As expected of people from the Central Plains, their skin seems to be fairer.
Wolf Owl thought to himself that she was like a piece of fine mutton fat jade.

So he deliberately coughed lightly and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yi turned around in surprise and said directly, "Why didn't you make a sound when you came in? Were you spying on me?"

Wolf Owl blushed and couldn't help but shout in protest: "Who peeked at you? This is my tent. I can come and go as I please. Besides, you've only shown your two arms. It's not like anyone doesn't have arms. What is there for me to peek at?"

Song Yi asked the question, but she didn't expect Lang Xiao to react so strongly. She raised her eyebrows and gave him a meaningful look.

Wolf Owl wanted to appear unusually calm, so he strode over, casually sat down in front of Song Yi, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Yi pointed to the marks on her arm and said, "Look."

Wolf Owl stared intently. Her skin was so pale that the bluish-purple marks on it looked particularly abrupt and shocking.

So he went out again and asked the maid to get the ointment.

When he returned, Song Yi asked curiously, "What did the Khan say? Why did you come back so quickly?"

"With that deputy general here, he knows what happened today. Let him speak."

"correct."

"what?"

“I told him I would make you my maid.”

Song Yi was somewhat surprised, not expecting the wolf owl to be so fast. "What did the Khan say?"

"What else can I say? I just want a maid, it's not a big deal, it's none of his business."

Wolf Owl gave a deliberately vague response.

But when he said those words, the Khan berated him for being bewitched. Wolf Owl had already been defiant of the Khan's discipline for years, and now he was even less willing to listen to what he had to say. After exchanging a few words with him, he returned.

As soon as she finished speaking, the maidservant brought a tray filled with various bottles and jars of ointments, placed it on the table, and then withdrew.

Song Yi asked again, "Is so much really necessary?"

"Of course I need to apply medicine, don't I?"

Song Yi then examined him closely but couldn't see any injuries. It seemed that his clothes on his abdomen were torn, and some blood was seeping out.

Seeing her probing gaze, Wolf Owl felt a little uncomfortable, picked up a medicated ointment, and said directly:

"Stretch out your arm, I'll apply it for you."

"No need, I can do it myself."

Wolf Owl frowned and said:
"You are now my maid, my subordinate, and you are not allowed to disobey my orders."

Song Yi, somewhat helpless, stretched out his arm. Seeing this, Lang Xiao hurriedly bent down and scooped out some ointment, saying:
“I get injured often, and I always use the best ointments. Since you don’t have any broken skin or bleeding, applying this will help you heal quickly.” With that, he carefully applied the ointment to the marks on Song Yi’s arm. The moment his fingers touched her warm skin, he felt his ears burning.

Song Yi looked at him inquisitively and calmly pointed out:
Are you blushing?

"It's hot; the charcoal fire in this tent is too strong."

Song Yi glanced at the almost extinguished charcoal fire and remained silent.

"After you've finished applying it for me, shall I apply it for you next time?"

She asked that on purpose.

"you you."

"Am I not your maid? You're injured, so I'm applying medicine for you. Isn't this what you did when you injured your arm before?"

Wolf Owl was speechless for a moment. After finishing applying the ointment, he wiped his fingers and said in silence after a long while:

"I know, then come on over."

Then, he lifted his shirt and casually put it in his mouth, revealing his lean and muscular waist and abdomen. There was a horizontal sword mark on his navel, but it wasn't very deep. Some blood had flowed out, but it had dried up.

As Song Yi looked at it, a vague premonition arose in her heart, and she asked:
"Who hurt you? That's rare. I thought you wouldn't get hurt."

Wolf Owl felt depressed whenever this was mentioned.

He had never seen that general before. When Wolf Owl rode his horse to the other side, he did not provoke him. It was the general who suddenly charged over. At first, he was not wearing a sword. Someone just threw one at him. Wolf Owl only remembered that he heard the sound of a sword being drawn and subconsciously tightened the reins to try to dodge. He never expected that the man's swordsmanship was so skillful.
Exceptionally sharp, exceptionally cunning, extremely fast, only advancing and never retreating.

Wolf Owl was more skilled with a scimitar than a sword. He immediately drew his scimitar to defend himself, and a flash of cold light appeared. It was the first time he had experienced what it felt like to be overwhelmed by someone.

He had to be on his guard, but he could only barely manage to defend. The sword shadows were so dense that he couldn't find any opportunity to attack. How could this be?
What surprised him even more was the man's eyes, which were unusually cold and filled with an unusual and intense killing intent. Wolf Owl was startled by the man's gaze, and then felt a sharp pain in his abdomen as the man slashed his abdomen with his sword.

Wolf Owl thought he was going to be seriously injured, but the man seemed to have suddenly exhausted himself, or perhaps he was also injured.

In short, they did not press their advantage.

"Wolf Owl? What's wrong?"

Wolf Owl snapped out of his daze, met Song Yi's concerned gaze, spat out the clothes he was holding in his mouth, and suddenly said irritably:
"You don't even call me Young Master?"

Song Yi: "Alright then, from now on I'll call you Young Master."

"Young Master, what's wrong?"

Wolf Owl was even more annoyed and waved his hand impatiently: "Just call me Wolf Owl."

"You... I can't say you anymore, you're all my maids now. How many generals are there on the other side? Why is it that I've never seen the one I fought yesterday? But he seemed to be injured, otherwise he would have pressed his advantage. Since he was injured, he must have fought before, but I have no recollection of it."

Song Yi blinked and deliberately mumbled, "General, it seems there are several. Let me think, are they five or six, or seven or eight?"

Hearing Wolf Owl's description, she was certain that Jiang Lanye had fought him.

Wolf Owl glared at her. "What's the point of saying that?"

"Do you know him? People with such excellent swordsmanship are extremely rare. Don't you know who he is?"

(End of this chapter)