After that, he glanced back at the small tent, but the people inside did not talk to him. He could only go back to his small tent and talked with the two women.
In the middle of the night, he didn't rest anymore, but learned their names and experiences from the mouths of the two women. Until daybreak, when the first ray of sunlight fell on the grass, several small tents came out. The movement of getting up.
In Duan Ye, Ning Lang all got up one after another and packed their tents, but there was still nothing in Feng Jiu's tent.
After cleaning up, the two looked at the two women and the old woman, and then went to the stream to wash their faces.Seeing this, Song Ming said to the three of them: "It doesn't matter, they are like this, I still have some dry food here, you can eat some!" Then, he took out the dry food for them.
Until, after another half an hour, Feng Jiu, who was awake, walked out of it.She was dazzling in red, and she was still a little sleepy at this time. After she walked out of the small tent, she glanced at the three people, then faintly looked away, walked to the stream and washed her face.
"Feng Jiu, Song Ming brought two women back last night, as well as an old one." Ning Lang leaned close to Feng Jiu's side and said, looking back at the small account, "I looked at the two women. Too serious, that clothes are not worn well."
As he said, he seemed to think of something in general, and was busy saying: "I didn't take a random aim. I just looked at Song Ming and couldn't even blink my eyes. I felt that the two women seemed to be deliberate. What they said was an escape. Yes, but from my point of view, I feel that they are a bit like women from the wind."
Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn't help but smile: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, we won't go with them anyway."
"Well, I don't think I can go with them either." He nodded in response, got up and walked back, shouting to Song Ming: "Song Ming, pack things up, we are leaving."
"Okay." Song Ming replied, began to pack the small tents, put everything back into the Qiankun bag, and came to Feng Jiu's side again: "Feng Jiu, are we flying with the sword? Then who will bring them with me? "
After washing her face, she gently patted and raised Feng Jiu, who was refreshing. Hearing this, she stood up and looked back at Song Ming, "Who said I would take them? Do I agree?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ming was startled: "But, they..."
"I don't want to know how they are. Since you saved them last night, you saved them. I won't say much. Let them leave by themselves. We don't allow them to follow."
"They won't be allowed to follow, but they will be separated when they arrive in the next town, so it can be regarded as sending the Buddha to the west, right?"
"Not interested." She walked past him and came to the three of them: "You can go now, you don't have to be afraid of encountering any danger, you say, are you?"
The cold eyes fell on the three of them, and their voices were indifferent and cold, and they sounded like they had an inhuman cold blood.
When the three of them saw Feng Jiu, their hearts were slightly shocked, especially when his cold and icy eyes fell on them, making them involuntarily bow their heads, avoiding his sight and the awe-inspiring eyes.
These people looked like teenagers, even though they were extraordinary and noble, but they were only teenagers. They shouldn't be deeply involved in the world, but why are the eyes of the red-clothed teenager so infiltrating?