After the shock, everyone collapsed to rest without a care. The Wolf Bandits could turn into pools of blood—what about that man and the Black-Horned Horses?
Could they do that too?
Why had this wasteland suddenly become like this?
Jiang Qinghe had been quietly watching Xia Yan. A girl's intuition kept telling her there was something strange about him, but what could someone three years younger than her possibly do?
Could he actually be from some great clan, with powerful experts protecting him all along?
But that did not seem right either. Back then, she had not seen anyone besides the Wolf Bandits...
Yet that strange feeling continued to linger in Jiang Qinghe's heart, impossible to erase.
Nor was she very good at hiding it. She thought she was only sneaking glances, but to everyone else, she was staring at him openly,
as if she had become infatuated with him.
The thirteen people split into two groups. Fu Shen, Jiang Qinghe, and three others went to retrieve the Black-Horned Horses. In the dangerous wilderness, if they delayed for even one night, half the horses might be lost.
The rest went back to bring the people at the sheltered slope over.
They would set out immediately after regrouping and rest during the day.
Xia Yan did not join either group. He remained outside the camp, since he was not part of the merchant caravan.
Jiang Qinghe kept looking back every few steps, her dark hair drifting in the night wind as her beautiful eyes remained fixed on Xia Yan.
After everyone had left,
"Sisi!"
The Datura Snake sprang out of the grass, coiling around Xia Yan and rubbing its cheek against him. It slipped into his clothes, savoring his warmth.
"Sisi!"
The White Tiger and Jade Green Luan were too large