They pushed and jostled, politely yielding to one another.
Qin Xi did not stand on ceremony either. With a light hop, he had already jumped into the little house. Daoist Yangmei was sprawled out spread-eagled, taking up most of the space, and had fallen asleep extremely quickly. In just ten minutes, he was already out.
Qin Xi found a spot at the edge and lay down. He felt that although this little house looked very crude, it could shelter them from the wind and rain, and for them, that was already a very decent condition.
Qin Xi closed his eyes and began to sleep. Every so often, he could still hear the sounds of some magical beasts coming from far off in the distance, howl after howl, but they were not especially close to where they were.
There was a fire burning below, and many magical beasts were afraid of fire. With Ao Xin and Di Qun keeping watch there, he was not particularly afraid; he was only worried that many magical beasts might come over and disturb their rest.
But after sleeping for only a short while, Qin Xi opened his eyes. It was already the middle of the night, and when the cold wind blew over, it gave people an even chillier feeling. The sound of the wind had also grown increasingly biting.
Qin Xi had not expected the temperature difference between day and night in this place to be so great. He sat up, covered Daoist Yangmei properly with the quilt over him, then jumped down, landing directly beside the fire.
He looked at Di Qun and Ao Xin. The two of them seemed very alert, but their complexions were not too good. One could imagine that this place really was extremely cold.
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