"Young Master Wang, what are you talking about? If it weren't for you, how could the princess come to live in our home? This is an honor for our family." Kunlang, Busan's daughter-in-law, smiled softly, still maintaining her integrity.

A professionally trained smile.

"Haha..." Wang Fan didn't say anything, but he was secretly cursing Busan for being a "softhead". He told all the details just after entering the house. But for Kun Lang, this is also one of Busang's valuable advantages.

one.

After exchanging a few words, Wang Fan went upstairs to take care of Liang Xinyi. Now Xinyi was the key protection target among this group of people, and her every move was closely watched.

Entering Xinyi's room, the room was not big enough to fit only a bamboo bed, but there were two rolls of quilts rolled up on the bed. It seemed that Sister Anlan was going to make a bed beside the bed at night.

Xinyi was the only one in the room, lying on the bed and resting.

"Where's aunt? Why isn't aunt here?"

"Auntie went to cook." Xinyi said, stroking her big belly. Since the food here in Bhutan is spicy, these are foods that Xinyi can't touch nowadays, so every meal is prepared by Aunt Anlan herself.

Cook a separate portion.

"Haha, it seems that my aunt is more concerned about having children than herself."

"Huh, he also said, if it weren't for my aunt, who would be willing to suffer such a pain for you?" The journey was tiring, and although the journey was safe, Liang Xinyi still felt a little aggrieved, and she yelled at Wang Fan.

"Shh~" Wang Fan raised his index finger, "Don't say that. If my aunt hears it, she won't cause trouble for you. She will definitely take it out on me..."

"Tch, you still know how to be afraid..." Liang Xinyi raised her lips in satisfaction, she liked to see Wang Fan being teased.

After dinner, there is not much nightlife in the rural areas of Bhutan, but only tranquility and peace. A group of women in the house drank salty butter tea around the fire pit and chatted about women's topics.

Wang Fan felt bored and found an excuse to go out for a walk. He also inspected the surrounding terrain, because when he left this time, he also took Yu Han with him. The only two warriors left were Aunt An Lan and Qiaozhen.

Others don't know martial arts at all.

Wang Fan walked around Busang's house, and suddenly felt a faint breath on the north side of the house, which was closer to the mountain. He used his five senses to sense it. Wang Fan smiled knowingly, ignored it, and continued to walk forward for a while.

After walking around to an invisible place on the mountain to the south of the house, Wang Fan suddenly flashed and disappeared into the darkness. He first ran to the east for a while, then turned back to the north and moved quickly towards the location where the breath was coming from.

"Don't move!" Wang Fan walked around behind a dark figure, stretched out two fingers to point on the acupuncture points on the other person's back, and shouted in a low voice.

The black shadow was stunned at first, but when he heard Wang Fan's voice, he was even more surprised, "Young Master Wang, I haven't seen you for more than two months. How come your martial arts have improved again? You were discovered even though you were so far away."

"It's..." The accent is Chinese, which is neither salty nor bland, and the person speaking is Lama Jianqiu, Prince Qiuden's royal warrior and shadow bodyguard.

"I said, Lama, when did you follow us?" Wang Fan put away his fingers and smiled.
Chapter completed!