Shi Xiong also chid in, "Young Master, I believe that this Miss Lan might have ulterior motives."
Shi Feiyang nodded gently and responded, "I understand, we must be extra cautious. What happened today, we owe to Miss Lan's assistance. Regardless of her intentions, I, Shi Feiyang, will rember this kindness."
After speaking, he turned to face the group and suggested, "Let's find a safe place to rest first, then carefully discuss our next plan."
Everyone nodded in agreent, and in this tranquil countryside, they slowly moved towards the distance, their figures gradually becoming blurred in the moonlight.
After a period of silent marching, Yang Xue'Er's initially lively steps gradually beca heavy. She pouted slightly, her face carrying a hint of coyness as she whined, "Shi Lang, I really can't walk anymore, I'm too tired."
As soon as she finished speaking, she sat down on the ground, like a tired little kitten.
Lu Hongye, being perceptive, naturally understood Yang Xue'Er's intentions.
Xue'Er and Shi Feiyang, though married, had not yet spent a night together, and she obviously wanted to be alone with Shi Feiyang.
So, Lu Hongye's lips curved into an understanding smile as she softly said, "I'm also feeling very tired."
After speaking, she also slowly sat down beside Yang Xue'Er.
Shi Feiyang saw this and imdiately grasped their intentions.
Calmly, he skillfully retrieved several tents, so food, and the precious "combustible ice" from the mysterious deerskin bag at his waist.
Though the deerskin bag was small, it seed to hold infinite space, able to produce so many items.
Shi Xiong, quick-witted and agile, imdiately ran over and began setting up the tents with nimble hands. His small figure busied under the moonlight, each action appearing very earnest.
Shi Feiyang then took out a fire stick, shook it lightly, and sparks flew, igniting the crystal-clear combustible ice.
In an instant, a ball of bluish fla shot into the air, the light dancing across Shi Feiyang's determined face. He began cooking, his movents smooth and fluent, revealing a wealth of life experience.
In the moonlight, a warm glow appeared on Shi Feiyang's face.
Skillfully, he placed food into the pot, and the water inside began to boil, making a bubbling sound.
While busy, Shi Feiyang looked around, ensuring everyone's safety.
Knowing well that on this quiet night, they needed to remain vigilant, they couldn't afford to relax.
During the tent setup, Shi Xiong worked fast and adeptly, long accustod to such a life. He made the tents sturdy and comfortable, ensuring that everyone could get enough rest inside.
Watching Shi Xiong's busy figure, Shi Feiyang felt a surge of gratitude in his heart. They sat around the bonfire, enjoying the al Shi Feiyang cooked. In the warm firelight, smiles of satisfaction appeared on everyone's faces.
Despite facing unknown dangers, at this mont, they felt a rare sense of peace.
Yang Xue'Er and Lu Hongye stood aside, their eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.
They gazed at the never-before-seen combustible ice, witnessing the strange light it emitted when burning, their mouths agape in astonishnt.
The bluish fla seed to possess mysterious magic power, firmly capturing their attention as if an invisible force held them in place.
After dinner, the moonlight beca even brighter, and Lu Hongye gently nudged Yang Xue'Er, her eyes filled with joy, whispering, "Sister, you and Shi Lang should also rest well."
Yang Xue'Er's cheeks imdiately flushed with a red hue, as vibrant as blooming peach blossoms. She lowered her head shyly, yet her heart was filled with sweetness.
Lu Hongye laughed as she pushed Yang Xue'Er toward Shi Feiyang's tent. Shi Feiyang was slightly taken aback, then realized Lu Hongye's kind intent, a gentle smile appearing on his face. Before long, Yang Xue'Er's joyful singing could be faintly heard from Shi Feiyang's tent, crisp and pleasant, like silver bells gently echoing in the quiet countryside night.
The night was as thick as ink, so dense it seed indissolvable, like a vast black silk draping over the entire countryside.
The cold wind howled, sweeping across with a cutting chill, relentlessly blowing over the earth. The wind's sound was like wailing ghosts and wolves, particularly piercing in this silent countryside.
Shi Xiong and Lu Hongye stood outside the tents.
Lu Hongye, dressed in tight clothing, her jet-black hair freely danced in the cold wind, like lively black silk.
She held the retractable Lu Chen Spear, its shaft shimring coldly, reflecting her resolute and beautiful face.
Shi Xiong tightly gripped his iron knife, the blade's cold gleam complenting his youthful yet determined expression.
Lu Hongye's gaze was penetrating, with a hint of coolness and determination, carefully scanning her surroundings.
Shi Xiong appeared more vigilant, his eyes constantly roaming the darkness as if searching for sothing.
The two guarded the tents' tranquility in perfect synchrony, serving as the most solid barrier on this cold night.
Whenever a cold wind blew through, her hair would dance with it like a sprite in the air.
However, despite her hair swaying in the wind, her expression remained focused, unaffected by external distractions. Her ears subtly twitched, capturing every slight sound in the air.
Even though still young, Shi Xiong, under such severe conditions, did not dare to relax. He kept his lively eyes open, vigilantly observing the surroundings, gritting his teeth to endure the cold that caused his body to slightly tremble.
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