Feng Fuce raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint smile playing at the corners of his thin lips.
Guoguo, Tang yuan, they are all food...
This little rascal, is there nothing else in her mind?
Soon, the sky turned gloomy.
There was still so ti before dawn.
Zhi’er was holding the Tang yuan, already drowsy.
Her little head nodded off, leaning against Feng Fuce’s shoulder.
But every ti she was about to fall asleep, Zhi’er quickly woke up again.
She looked down at the little panda in her arms and, seeing that it was sleeping soundly, felt a bit more at ease.
Around them, Lai Si and the others were already fast asleep, oblivious to the world.
At this ti, they all had a rag stuffed in their mouths because just a mont ago they accidentally snored, startling the almost asleep Zhi’er.
Feng Fuce had soone block their mouths.
Outside, the moonlight was deep. Lei Hu and the Xiu Luo Envoys patrolled and kept watch.
The room was so quiet it made people drowsy.
Zhi’er’s head bobbed like a chick pecking at rice.
Seeing her struggling to stay awake, Feng Fuce whispered, "If you want to sleep, just go ahead. I’ll keep an eye on the Tang yuan for you."
Zhi’er mumbled, "Okay, then Brother Ce, you must take good care of it! If the Tang yuan cries, rember to comfort it."
With that, the little one leaned against his shoulder, tilting her head and falling asleep directly.
Hearing this, Feng Fuce pressed a faint smile to the corner of his lips.
Do pandas cry?
The long night was silent, Zhi’er slept soundly against Feng Fuce’s shoulder.
The little panda in her arms seed indifferent to the changes in the environnt outside, sleeping with its feet in the air, occasionally rolling over.
Feng Fuce used a stick to poke the fire in front of him.
The flas illuminated the youth’s deep and cold eyes, the thick blackness within them seed to swallow all light.
Feng Fuce began to recall why he felt a mont of panic upon first hearing that Zhi’er was lost.
Imdiately afterward ca a kind of violence.
When Zhi’er was lost, he was very angry and anxious.
Now that he found her, even the coldness in Feng Fuce’s heart seed to fade away.
He couldn’t help but ponder why this was.
The youth turned his gaze to the little girl’s face resting by his side.
She was tender and fragile, yet carried a kind of courage towards everything within her.
Feng Fuce’s deep gaze and handso brows were tinged with light contemplation.
The reason he was anxious when Zhi’er was lost might be because—
He didn’t want to lose this little one who could provide mana.
Without Zhi’er, he would have to rely on slaughter to restore his abilities.
Feng Fuce could only think of this reason.
He closed his eyes, no longer pondering.
Before dawn.
Wang Xuanwen arrived at the village house at the foot of the mountain by carriage under the cover of darkness.
He was very cautious.
First, he had the coachman stop the carriage around the village house, observing for a while, and only after confirming there was no ambush did he quietly get off and walk over.
Lai Si and the pockmarked man were sitting on the steps in the courtyard.
Wang Xuanwen wore a hat, followed by two burly n, his bodyguards.
As he entered the courtyard, Lai Si and the others turned their heads to look at this young master covering his face.
Their eyes flickered with coldness.
"Where’s the person I want?" Wang Xuanwen pretended to speak coldly.
Lai Si stood up, "Inside."
Wang Xuanwen imdiately wanted to go inside.
Lai Si stopped him with a hand.
"Young master, what kind of person did you have us kidnap? Why are there pursuers all over the mountains after we took her?"
Lai Si narrowed his eyes, "It took us quite a bit of effort, I think you need to add more silver, or else you won’t be taking her."
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