In his teacup, a little poison...
Feng Wuya had never imagined that the human mind could be so immensely complex.
Tie Xin spoke of a heart made of flesh, and indeed, it was so. Therefore, during this time, he had indeed considered that he truly owed Long Xinghe a great debt of gratitude.
And this debt, if ever there was an opportunity, would surely be repaid by him.
But not in this way!
Offering his body was just a joke he had played on Tie Xin.
He had never thought that his gratitude to Long Xinghe would require such a filthy method of repayment!
Feng Wuya's five fingers were tensed tightly, his face more unsightly than it had ever been.
Finally, he turned around and left.
In the room, Long Xinghe was reading a military text.
In the eyes of modern people, ancient military tactics are outdated in many respects.
But applied to this era, they were still very useful.
Of course, if combined with modern military strategies, they would be even more ingenious and effective.