"Awoo~"
With his fill of food and drink, Feng Bai lay in Ye Fei's arms, acting spoiled.
Beside Ye Fei, Big Dog Eclipse Moon served as his pillow, while Qingxue and Feimeng stayed nearby, keeping Phantom Spirit company as they pulled up blades of grass to taste.
Fire Dance flew out for a circuit, then returned to perch on Eclipse Moon's head, occasionally turning to survey the surroundings.
Not far from Ye Fei, a stove was burning. The flames inside occasionally crackled, sending up tiny sparks that dispersed in the wind.
It was a warm scene, and a fairly typical one for Ye Fei's household. Yet the person nearby today felt stifled as he watched from a short distance away.
"..."
Xu Ming sat a little farther away, at the edge of the firelight, where he felt somewhat reassured.
But as he watched the human race player opposite him, who would not even give his name, two conflicting lines of thought tugged at him once again.
One moment, he thought that all of this was the other man's freedom, and that he had no right to interfere with whatever lifestyle the man chose.
Yet occasionally, the thought that he had to do something for his race would spring up.
The human race had too few powerful players. Before this disaster, he had already found several like-minded players, but even now, they had yet to find a leader whose combat power met the requirement.
Without a leader capable of establishing a player faction, they could not gather more human race players together. Private messages between friends alone could not unite the human race players' sense of racial identity...
"Were there racial wars where you were?"
After playing with Little Dumpling in his arms for a while, Ye Fei looked at the