Martial Arts: Stepping onto the Yin Academy, Forcibly Marry Xu Weixiong
45 In a month, the strength of 600 soldiers soared.

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The green bird took the wine glass from Lin Yu's hand in confusion.

The thick fragrance of the wine entered the tip of Qing Niao's nose and she couldn't help but purse her lips.

What a fragrant wine.

She had never smelled such fragrant wine before.

Captain Lin actually wanted to pour wine into the soldiers 'drinking water?

What kind of operation was this?

Despite her doubts, the green bird did not intend to ask.

Duan Ping slowly walked out of the tent with a wine glass in his hand.

Lin Yu's idea was actually very simple.

Since he was going to lead the troops.

Naturally, he had to make some achievements.

He couldn't come in the same way and leave the same way.

He wanted to use this one month's time to let these 600 soldiers be reborn.

His strength had increased by another level.

These 600 soldiers were almost all martial artists.

However, most of them were between Rank-9 and Rank-8 and could only be considered to have just entered the ranks.

On the battlefield, he only relied on his courage and physique.

Only then could they break out of the encirclement.

In fact, the martial arts that the six hundred people had mastered were very crude.

The wine that Lin Yu took out was naturally sword essence wine.

They were all people who wielded cold sabers. Comprehending the sword path would also increase their strength.

He gave them a glass of wine every day.

Gradually, he would teach them a sword move or two.

In a month's time, it would be able to raise them by at least two grades.

Although to a true expert, he was still like a mortal.

However, when these 600 people entered the battlefield, they would definitely be a great killing weapon!

Thinking of this…

Lin Yu slowly stretched his body.

He was currently sitting on the only tiger-skin chair in the tent.

He played with the centurion's card with one hand and stretched his stiff neck with the other.

At this moment.

A pair of warm and smooth skin slowly pressed against Lin Yu's neck.

"Young Master, let me do it."

A voice as pleasant as a lark sounded softly.

Lin Yu put down his palm.

He nodded slightly.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed Yu Youwei's massage.

She was indeed worthy of being the top star of the Purple Gold Restaurant.

Although it was the kind of person who sold his skills but not his body.

However, his massage skills were also excellent.

Yu Youwei's seemingly soft and delicate hands were extremely powerful.

She pressed down on Lin Yu and he fell asleep.

Time passed quickly.

When Lin Yu opened his eyes again.

The sunlight that seeped through the gaps in the tent had already dimmed a lot.

Lin Yu looked around but did not find Yu Youwei.

He stood up by himself.

Stretching lazily, he walked out of the tent.

Just as he stepped out of the door, a warm and soft figure walked in from outside the tent.

The two of them pounced on him.

"Ah!"

"So it's Young Master. Young Master, you're awake.”

"This is the fruit I prepared for you."

"This is the sour fruit soup that Sister Qing Niao asked me to give you. She said it can refresh you.”

"Ah, Young Master, you pinched me again."

Yu Youwei carried a plate full of fruits and a pot of sour fruit soup.

She threw herself into Lin Yu's arms.

Fortunately, Lin Yu reacted quickly.

With one hand, he stabilized everything back on the plate.

Then, he used his free hand to pinch Yu Youwei's tender face.

Yu Youwei snorted again.

"Did those guys come back?"

Lin Yu directly took the silver pot of sour fruit soup from the plate.

The mouth of the bottle was facing his mouth, and he gulped down two mouthfuls.

The taste was not bad. It was a little like sour apple, but also had the taste of grape juice.

It was very thirsty.

"I saw a few of them come back one after another just now.”

"Those big men seem to have been fished out of the sea.”

"I'm drenched. Once I entered the military camp, I fell to the ground and didn't move.”

"However, Sister Qing Niao said that she was exhausted and would recover after a short rest.”

Yu Youwei carried the tray and followed behind Lin Yu.

"Got it. Let's go take a look."

Lin Yu responded casually and walked out of the military camp.

It was just as Yu Youwei had said.

Lin Yu had not reached the entrance of the military camp.

He saw dozens of people lying on the ground at the entrance of the military camp.

Each of them was as tired as a dead dog.

He was facing up with a ferocious and painful expression.

He panted heavily.

When Lin Yu came over, the green bird happened to have brought a few subordinates.

He carried three large buckets of water and came in front of them.

"Young Master, it was all because of your wine.”

The green bird came to Lin Yu and said.

"Here, Sister Qing Niao, have a sip first to quench your thirst.”

Yu Youwei had a good relationship with the green bird.

At this moment, the green bird's lips were a little dry.

She temporarily handed the tray to a soldier.

He rolled up his sleeves and scooped a ladle of water for the green bird.

Seeing this, the green bird first looked at Lin Yu.

Seeing that Lin Yu did not care about it at all.

Only then did he take it with a smile and drink the water in the ladle in one gulp.

"You'll get drunk."

Then, Yu Youwei wanted to scoop a cup for himself.

However, he was stopped by Lin Yu, who seemed to be indifferent.

"Young Master…you mixed that wine?”

Yu You was startled for a moment before he understood.

She could still remember the wine that could make her drunk.

The wine was called Sword Intent.

As expected.

After Lin Yu said this, he saw the aura around the green bird suddenly bloom.

It was sharp and cold.

It was as if countless blades of light were circulating around her.

"I…I actually entered a state of enlightenment for a moment just now!”

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