Chapter 1016
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As he spoke, he turned around and glanced at the tent. Who knew that the people inside wouldn't talk to him? He could only return to his tent and poke his head out to chat with the two women.
In the middle of the night, he didn't rest. Instead, he learned of their names and experiences from the two women. When dawn arrived, when the first strand of sunlight fell on the grass, the sounds of people waking up could be heard from several small tents.
During this night, Ning Lang woke up one after another and tidied up their tents. However, there was still no movement in Fengjiu's tent.
After tidying up, the two of them glanced at the two women and the old woman, then walked to the stream to wash their faces. When Song Ming saw this, he said to the three of them, "It's okay. They're just like that. I have some dry food here. Eat some!" As he spoke, he took out some dry food and gave it to them.
It was not until another hour later that Feng Jiu, who had woken up, walked out of the room. She was dressed in a red dress that was as dazzling as fire. At this moment, she still looked a little sleepy. After she walked out of the tent, she glanced at the three people, then calmly looked away and walked to the stream to wash her face.
"Fengjiu, Song Ming brought two women back last night. There was an old woman with him." Ning Lang leaned close to Fengjiu and said. He turned around and glanced at the tent, "I think those two women don't look very proper. They didn't even wear their clothes properly."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly added, "I wasn't looking at him randomly. I just saw that Song Ming was staring at him so intently that he couldn't even blink. I felt that the two women were doing it on purpose. They said that they were refugees, but from what I saw, they looked like prostitutes."
Hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but smile, "Alright, don't talk nonsense. We're not going with them anyway."
"Yes, I also think that we shouldn't go with them." He nodded in agreement and got up to walk back. He shouted to Song Ming, "Song Ming, pack up. We're leaving."
"Okay." Song Ming responded and began to pack up the tent. He put everything back into his Qiankun Bag and came to Fengjiu's side, "Fengjiu, are we flying on swords? Who's going to bring them along with me? "
After washing her face and gently patting her Fengjiu, she got up and looked back at Song Ming. "Who said we were going to bring them along? Did I agree to that? "
Hearing this, Song Ming was startled. "But, they …"
"I don't want to know what happened to them. Since you saved them last night, I won't say anything more. Let them leave on their own. We don't allow them to follow us here."
"I won't let them follow me. We'll just split up when we reach the next town. Isn't this considered sending Buddha to the West?"
"Not interested." She walked past him and stopped in front of the three people. "You can go now. You don't have to worry about encountering any danger in broad daylight. Don't you think so?"
His cold eyes fell on the three of them. His voice was indifferent and cold, sounding as if he was cold-blooded.
When the three of them saw Fengjiu, they were slightly shocked. Especially when his cold and icy gaze landed on them, they couldn't help but lower their heads, avoiding his gaze and the might of his gaze.
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