Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

The group felt as if the sky had suddenly brightened.

The rain gradually subsided.

They continued dragging their things forward, unaware of the scream that came from behind them.

The wooden planks that were originally used to seal the hole were now covered in blood...

As dusk turned to night, the group finally arrived at the temple.

There were piles of dry firewood in the temple, and the rain soaked their clothes to the bone.

At this moment, a gust of wind makes me shiver uncontrollably.

Several strong men quickly brought over dry firewood and started a fire.

The flames rose, dispelling the chill in the room and illuminating the somewhat disheveled faces of the group.

This trip was incredibly difficult, but thankfully nothing went wrong in the end, and we arrived at the temple on time.

After walking for two days, it's really hard to eat only steamed buns. Luckily, we have fire now.

You can use this fire to soak the steamed buns in water in a bowl until they soften before eating, and you can also add some pickled vegetables.

Make a bowl of salty soup to warm your stomach.

Yu Dasheng also made two bowls.

He and Fanghua each had a bowl, but Lingyao insisted on not drinking, so he didn't make her a bowl.

Actually, Lingyao was also a little hungry.

The spiritual food bag in her hand is updated daily with spiritual fruits, spiritual herbs, fresh ginseng, and the like.

Although eating replenishes spiritual energy, it doesn't prevent the stomach from being empty.

However, it would be better for Lingyao not to drink this soup at all.

Lingyao looked at the rain outside the window and thought that with the rain so heavy, she couldn't go out to get something to eat.

The little snake that had been lying quietly on my wrist suddenly moved, and then disappeared without a trace.

When he returned, the group of people in the temple had already lay down around the fire.

This time, the binding order was brought in using the body of a young boy.

However, everyone around was lying down with their eyes closed, and even some of the people who had been comforting the children stopped what they were doing.

It was as if everything had suddenly frozen in time.

Fu Ling walked over to the most beautiful and spirited girl in the group, took her hand, and handed her the bag.

He said very generously, "Eat up."

When Lingyao opened the bag, she found a roasted chicken wrapped in lotus leaves and a bag of steamed buns inside, which were still warm.

Lingyao raised an eyebrow in surprise. This little snake was quite clever today; it even knew to find her something.

It's not like you can just open your mouth and expect to get a magic fruit every day.

Lingyao was unaware that this was because the novel Fuling was reading had already progressed to the romantic subplot.

Fu Ling sat next to Ling Yao and watched her eat the roast chicken and steamed buns he had brought.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction welled up inside him, making him wish he could bring all the roast chicken and steamed buns in the world to Lingyao.

Watching Lingyao eat so slowly and gracefully, he couldn't help but think how she could look so beautiful even while eating.

like.

Perhaps this is what the book refers to as mutual affection.

He bound himself to secretly pledge his life to Lingyao in his heart.

Lingyao ate half of a roast chicken and one steamed bun.

Apart from the four steamed buns left by Lingyao.

He stuffed the rest of the bindings into his stomach.

The next morning, the group gradually got up from the ground.

Yu Dasheng went to pack up his things.

Unexpectedly, four steamed buns were found in the bag containing the items.

He didn't say anything, but secretly asked Fanghua if she had put it in the bag.

Fanghua was also surprised. In those days, there was no white flour at home, so where would she get the flour to make steamed buns?

But they've always kept this bag there, specifically on the side where they sleep, so it couldn't have been left there by someone else.

The Yu couple couldn't bear to eat the steamed buns that suddenly appeared, nor could they bear to throw them away.

In the end, Yu Dasheng went to the backyard and caught a mouse to test the poison. After feeding the mouse a piece of steamed bun, he saw that the mouse was fine.

Yu Dasheng then gave one steamed bun to Lingyao and one to Fanghua.

Lingyao refused and was scolded.

"You don't eat this or that every day, can your body handle it?"

I forced one on her.

Lingyao: ...

They were a group that arrived early and had agreed to wait for the next group at the temple for a day.

So they didn't travel today; some even went to the river near the temple to catch fish and pick fruit.

After a leisurely rest for most of the day, as it grew darker and darker, there was no sign of the group of people behind them on the road.

Gradually, some people became restless.

"Judging from today's weather, they should have arrived long ago."

"Yes, the cave is only half a day's walk from the temple. Even if they waited until noon today to set off, they should have arrived by now."

As night fell, the second night arrived.

They didn't wait for the next group to catch up.

The expressions on everyone's faces were somewhat somber.

After all, they were all from the same village and related by blood. The group hadn't caught up yet.

There's a high probability that something bad has happened.

The village chief's son reassured everyone: "Perhaps the mountain road is difficult to walk on, and they want to wait until the muddy ground dries out a bit before they move on."

But not many people believed him when he said that, but no one refuted him either.

After all, having something to look forward to is better than having nothing at all.

"However, we don't have time to wait for them. We don't know how long the demon hunters from Willow Flower Village will stay there. To avoid missing them, we must set off first thing tomorrow morning."

The group silently agreed.

The next morning, the team packed up and set off again.

Fortunately, the weather was exceptionally good for the next two days after that heavy rain, and the roads were particularly smooth.

What they didn't know was that every night a young man in white stood on the mountaintop, chanting incantations that no one could understand.

Most of the monsters in these mountains had already fled.

"Run! It's a great monster! Wasn't there only one great monster in the west a hundred years ago? When did a great monster appear in the south without any warning?"

"I wonder what this great monster is babbling about?"

"They're probably some powerful spells. How could we little monsters understand them? Sigh, let's run for our lives."

At the summit, Fu Ling pointed east and said, "You little brat, if I call your name, would you dare answer?"

Then he turned his head and pointed to the west: "Ula ula meow meow meow."

Finally, pointing to the ceiling, he said, "My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven."

Lingyao, who heard everything clearly below, pinched her thigh hard: ... She almost broke her ribs trying to hold back her laughter.