Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

Mu Ciwan turned his head to look at him, and got a faint smile from the other party, "It's okay."

Understanding something in her heart, she didn't speak, she looked down at the dying fire, and stuffed another piece of firewood into it.

"Oh, you didn't burn like that, I'll do it."

Wang Shao couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked over and pulled out the firewood. After a couple of strokes, the fire started to rise.

"Why did you come to the military camp? It doesn't look like us poor people. You should be able to pay the money and not come."

"Come whenever you want." Mu Ciwan said with a smile.

"Come here, I will trouble you, even if you go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, I will help you..."

"Not at all, what do you want to write?" Mu Ciwan held a pen and paper.

The feeling of the brush is a little different from the previous world, like a drawing.

The material of the paper was not very good, and the ink was a little soaked when the pen fell down. She wrote the word "family letter" and looked at the person in front of her who was frowning and thinking about what to write.

"In this way, you can write: Wanwan, long time no see... No, can I write the word Wanwan first, I only know her name and mine."

Mu Ciwan handed him the pen and paper, and watched him write crooked words on it with a serious face, the ink was smudged, and even a little blurred, but the person who wrote the pen didn't care at all, his brows and eyes were full of serious.

A letter was finally written when the soup was ready. Li Liangping carefully put the letter away and smiled, "Brother, thank you. Before, I thought you didn't have the masculinity of a man, but now I think you are really loyal." .”

Mu Ciwan's forehead twitched and he waved his hand away without saying anything else.

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The war between the two countries is tense, and it is at the stage where it is on the verge of breaking out. The short-term joy still cannot loosen the tight string in his mind. Mu Ciwan has been busy decocting medicine for the past three days, and started doing carpentry when he has nothing to do. The memories in his mind Watching the military channel that I had nothing to watch in my previous life.

Some bow and crossbow practices emerged in her mind bit by bit.

Thanks to his strong spiritual sense, these things were hidden in a corner of his memory when he saw them, and he found them when he flipped them lightly.

[Warning, the host cannot do things that do not comply with the rules of small world progress. ]

The voice of 2022 suddenly appeared, Mu Ciwan raised his eyebrows, looked at the arrow that he had just shot, walked over and pulled it out, [This is just an evolution based on the improvement of the small world, another person can still make it. ]

2022 felt that it made sense, and under the logical operation, he didn't make a sound.

Mu Ciwan smiled softly and continued to improve the crossbow.

She thought very simply. With the help of the energy of heaven, Yan Mingyuan is indeed very likely to maintain this moment of peace, but her task is to take back the energy that does not belong to him. Once she takes it back, the gears of fate will start to rotate again. Mu Zai, this war will also become a catastrophe for a country that is declining year by year. She doesn't want to see Master so tired, so she can only solve the problem from the aspect of weapons.

After adjusting until the bow and crossbow had just joined hands, Mu Ciwan yawned lazily, poured out the medicine in the pot, and heard from the old military doctor that the general didn't notice the wound was bandaged, and it became inflamed again after it got wet.

Ugh.

How can this make her not worry.

Mu Ciwan had already thought about how to teach the teacher to respect and cherish himself in the future, but when he took the medicine, he walked into the Qiuci evening tent and looked at Qiuci who was sitting in front of the bed with his upper body clothes off and was treating the wound. At dusk, Mu Ciwan felt nothing.

Somewhat different from the thinness of the previous world, the waist and abdomen of the master in this world look extraordinarily strong. Although thin, his body is covered with a thin layer of muscles. You don't need to think about it, it must feel very good to the touch, but the body The densely packed wounds, some of which were healed scars, looked particularly glaring.

"It's just in time, help me tie the gauze."

The gauze was at the back, he felt a little inconvenient, he looked up and saw that it was Mu Ciwan, so he said.

Mu Ciwan frowned, put the medicine on the table, and walked towards Qiu Cimu with air-conditioning all over his body.

"Also please take good care of your body, General."

The injuries on her body hurt even when she looked at them.

If these injuries fell on her own body, she would definitely not care much about them, but these injuries fell on the master, no matter what, they would feel dazzling.

Qiu Cimu was a little bit astonished hearing her words, turned his head and saw Mu Ciwan's cold face, and didn't understand why she looked so angry.

After Mu Ciwan finished bandaging, he stood up and took the clothes on the side for Qiu Cimu to wear. It is already September and October, and the weather in Mobei is very cold, and there are already gusts of cool wind outside. There is no stove in the tent, so if it keeps getting so cold, sooner or later you will get sick.

Qiu Cimu held her wrist and asked hesitantly, "Are you angry?"

Even he himself didn't know why he cared so much about Mu Ciwan's feelings.

Mu Ciwan's eyes fell on the hands he recognized and held, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, "I don't dare, I just hope that the general can take good care of himself."

Qiu Cimu wanted to stand up, but Mu Ciwan's hands were on his shoulders, and he was held down directly, so strong that he couldn't move a little bit, and only then did he fully notice the person in front of him.

He was about the same height and build as him, with a harmless appearance, but when his face was cold, the long eyelashes drooped down, carrying a sense of oppression.

He narrowed his eyes slightly towards Mu Ciwan, his light-colored pupils were full of appreciation, "You are excellent."