Why did she keep pouring me water to drink?

Hearing this, Shi Ziran looked at him as if looking at a “fool.”

He shook his head helplessly.

Lang Bo was completely puzzled and could only stare at him eagerly.

Then—

Shi Ziran extended his finger and poked his forehead several times forcefully, exclaiming: “My Hero Lang, oh Hero Lang, Brother Lang, oh Brother Lang—your head is not only made of rotten wood but also of iron. I truly admire you to the point of prostration.”

Lang Bo was extremely anxious: “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong? Or… did I offend Miss Qin? Is that why she kept pouring me water?”

“There are all kinds of talents in the world, but a rare talent like you is truly few and far between.”

“Just tell me already—what’s wrong?”

“The young lady wanted you to sit longer and talk with her more, which is why she kept pouring you water. But she wanted you to drink slowly. Who told you to just keep gulping it down? Think about it—Miss Qin was talking to you about her hometown. The meaning was obvious.”

“…”

“She’s taken a liking to you and wanted to test whether you feel the same way.” Shi Ziran was like a father lamenting that his son hadn’t lived up to expectations.

Huh?

Lang Bo froze, shocked.

He took two steps back.

“That… that can’t be possible, right?” He swallowed.

Shi Ziran sighed and shook his head.

When he snapped out of his shock, his brows furrowed high, his face looked terrible, and he clutched his belly in great discomfort.

His gaze anxiously scanned the surroundings.

Then he fixed on a direction.

He bolted off.

Behind him—

Shi Ziran shouted: “Blockhead, where are you going?”

Two words came from far away.

“Need to pee!”

“…”

Someone was already completely exasperated.

Brother Lang, Hero Lang—if you die someday, it won’t be from stupidity, it’ll be from foolishness.

In the main tent.

Third Master sat in the seat of honor, with Jingrong and Muruo seated on the left side.

Several other Houliao warriors also sat on both sides.

The atmosphere was tense.

Everyone discussed the incident of Yuedan capturing people, as well as the situation between Yuedan and Houliao.

Regarding the strategy discussed in the forest last night, Jingrong also explained it all to Third Master one by one.

To eliminate the great tumor that was Yuedan, they first needed to find a way to block the tribal reinforcements coming to join them. Before the tribal reinforcements arrived, they needed to get them to agree to turn back. Then Houliao would reach a new understanding with them. The result of this understanding was that Houliao must agree to annihilate Yuedan to eliminate future troubles.

Third Master said angrily: “In recent years, the Yuedan people have been expanding wantonly on the Western Sai Grasslands, annexing many surrounding tribes. The western grasslands are practically soaked in blood—countless people have died. Huhehaote’s ambitions grow daily, and he actually wants to destroy our Houliao and compete for the Central Plains. Simply laughable.”

Delusional fantasies!

A burly man in the tent said: “Third Master, what are you still thinking about? Yuedan is now stationed outside our Houliao borders—their intentions are obvious. Tomorrow we should go find the leader, quickly assemble forces from all sides, and wipe out Yuedan in one stroke.”

His voice was booming.

The man speaking was called Saihe!

He was one of Third Master’s generals, a capable assistant. He looked extremely fierce—tall and broad, with a full beard covering his face. His hair was tied into many small braids, making him look somewhat playful, but those eyes were full of murderous intent. His strength was formidable, and the enemies who had died at his hands were countless.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone raised opposing views.

“The matter isn’t that simple. We absolutely cannot act rashly. Everything must be done with complete certainty. Otherwise, if we send troops to fight, we’ll end up with mutual destruction. I think we should wait a bit longer.”

The one speaking was called Wulihan.

This man wasn’t tall, but his back was packed with muscle. Compared to Saihe, he appeared much calmer.

Hearing his words—

“Bang!”

Saihe slammed the table.

He stood up.

His protruding belly hit the table, causing the moment he stood up, that table was also flipped by his belly.

The utensils scattered all over the floor.

He pointed at Wulihan across from him and said: “Wait, wait, wait—wait until when? A month ago we were already saying to wait. If it’s really like Young Master Jing said, and Yuedan is waiting for troops from various tribes to arrive, then by that time, even if we kill a hundred for every one of us, we won’t have enough manpower. We might as well take this opportunity to devour those Yuedan bastards and prevent them from causing havoc on our Western Sai Grasslands.”

He was furious!

Wulihan knew he had a quick temper and tried to persuade him: “Saihe, I know how you feel, but this is war after all, not child’s play. Do you think this is horseback archery?”

“What do you mean?”

“Think about it—the Yuedan people were able to rise in the western grasslands not by luck. Even if those tribal reinforcements don’t arrive, with their strength, they can definitely fight us on equal terms. If we make a mistake then, we’ll have to pay with so many brothers’ lives. Is it worth it?”

“If you’re afraid, just say you’re afraid. Why spout nonsense?”

“Bang!” Wulihan slammed the table.

He also stood up.

Who doesn’t have a temper?

He said: “Saihe, let me tell you—this is a war between two tribes, not between you and me. If you want to fight me, let’s go outside and fight right now.”

I’ll beat you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you!

Oh boy, Saihe’s face flushed red with provocation.

He rolled up his sleeves: “Let’s go then! Who’s afraid of who? Wulihan, I’ve been wanting to hit you for a long time.”

“Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!”

The two, due to their disagreement, prepared to go outside and brawl.

“Bang!”

This time it was Third Master’s turn to slam the table.

The two froze instantly.

Third Master’s intimidating gaze swept over both of them, extremely serious as he rebuked: “Both of you sit down!”

Saihe: “Third Master…”

“Sit down!”

Saihe wasn’t afraid of anyone except Third Master.

His murderous aura subsided somewhat, and reluctantly, he plopped down with a thud.

The ground truly shook!

He then picked up the table his belly had knocked over and gathered the utensils.

Suppressing the rage in his heart, he resolved to be a quiet, handsome man!

Wulihan also reined in his murderous aura.

He sat down.

But their eyes still locked fiercely on each other.

Secretly competing.

They wouldn’t rest until they glared the other to death!

Watching this, Jingrong was completely bewildered.

So people of the grasslands are all this fierce—if this were in the Da Lin court, both their heads would have already rolled.

Muruo quietly “consoled” him: “You’ll get used to it.”

“…”

Third Master narrowed his cold, fierce eyes, gradually revealing murderous intent as he said: “Yuedan will have to be destroyed sooner or later.”

Sooner or later, they must be destroyed.

Wulihan withdrew his gaze from Saihe and turned to ask Third Master: “Then what does Third Master mean?”

He said: “Previously, Muzha’er had concerns, worried that Yuedan’s reason for not engaging in battle was because there was some deception involved, so he waited and waited. Now that we know Yuedan’s purpose for not engaging is to wait for those reinforcements, being that this is the case, we can’t wait any longer. Tomorrow, I will go see Muzha’er.”