Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

Perhaps the therapeutic talk in front of the campfire that day was too effective. After that trip, Cheng An and Dan Heng could vaguely feel that Potio's attitude towards them had improved.

This includes but is not limited to talking more, often letting them take care of the children, and occasionally bringing back some small gadgets from the city for them.

He brought back those strange pendants made of bones of unknown animals or ugly dolls made of leather, which he euphemistically called small toys for his daughter, but in fact he always brought three each time.

One for the younger child and the remaining two for the two older ones.

Those little things might be a little childish for elementary school kids, but they are just right for babies and her.

After all, people may dislike those that are just averagely ugly, but you must take a look at those that are incredibly ugly. They are worth collecting.

Cheng An always happily accepted them.

This is really interesting, like the aloof cat you have always known suddenly comes to its senses and is willing to pat you less and give you a few rubs. My friends, it's such an honor!

Teacher Dan Heng next to her looked helpless at her worthless appearance. Cheng An expressed his understanding. After all, he had never played the game and didn't know how valuable Potio was at this time.

It's a relief that he's just alive.

Her way of expressing her gratitude was to work harder.

Ever since she followed the animals to the train, she had deeply felt the hardships of cowboy life and the excitement of the journey.

So every now and then, two outsiders would appear in the team. They didn't look very professional, but they had boundless magical powers and strong martial arts. With these two on the road, there was no need to worry about fire and water problems.

This is a very practical function when crossing the desert, so the reputation of the two capable men gradually became famous.

This kind of news concerning life safety spread very quickly, just like the wind blowing through a wasteland, blowing up yellow sand. It was not only fast but also wide-ranging.

Everyone in the cowboy circle has been discussing recently that Lloyd, the arrogant black and white-haired character, has recently been surrounded by two more strange men who can control fire and water. However, these two strange men are young and kind-hearted. With their team, there is no need to worry about survival.

As a result, Potio's reputation has been expanded from "strong" and "excellent marksmanship" to "good at recruiting talents".

The character's image immediately became more profound, and many people felt that this guy must have pretended to be carefree in the past, but in fact he was very cunning, otherwise why even outsiders were willing to follow him.

Many people also think that he is planning to do something big, so they have made preparations long ago, otherwise how could this guy get all the good things.

It’s bad enough that I’m strong, but why are my teammates also stronger than each other?

People’s luck can’t, or at least shouldn’t, change, right?

Whenever people in the pub talked about this, at the end someone would put down the wine glass in his hand heavily, sigh and feel deeply that the gap between people could be so huge.

Then he patted his brothers around him and asked them why they were useless and when they could get some credit.

And Potio, who occasionally heard all this in the corner, would often sigh that when people's brains are idle, they can imagine so many messy things out of thin air.

Then he reflected on his journey. Although he was abandoned at the beginning, he met his current adoptive parents afterwards, then he made a name for himself, and later he had his own little daughter. Now he has met two nice outsiders.

From this point of view, he is indeed lucky. Even if he has made his own efforts in these things, it is also a kind of hard-earned luck that his efforts can be exchanged for corresponding results.

Thinking of this, he raised his head happily, drank the malt juice in the cup in one gulp, then adjusted his hat, paid the bill in a chic manner, and walked slowly on the way home with his fresh little gadgets.

The cheerful cowboy let the cool night breeze blow away the alcohol on his body, and hummed the song that Nick had once sung. He sang to the boundless night, to the horse with brisk steps, and to this boundless planet where green grass and yellow sand coexisted.

"The water here is as mellow as fine wine.

The snow here is as cold as a knife.

Here is

The best of all worlds.

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On an ordinary weekend morning, Cheng An was still asleep. In a trance, she heard someone knocking on her door.

With amazing willpower, she climbed up with her eyes closed. Muscle memory prompted her to reach out and open the door. Then she prepared to turn around and fall back onto the bed.

But this time someone stopped her.

Her nap was interrupted, and she opened her eyes reluctantly, raised her head slightly, and saw a chin hidden in the scarf.

Huh? With this height, this person isn't Teacher Dan Heng?

Blinking her heavy eyelids twice, she raised her gaze and saw a pair of sharp eyes and black and white hair.

Botio? What's wrong with him? Didn't they agree to rest today? And Teacher Danheng hasn't called her to get up yet, why is he up so early?

Cheng An said in a bad tone: "What's the matter?"

Cowboy totally ignored her tone, he was getting used to it, this person was like this every morning, just a bit grouchy, just ignore it.

"Of course. I promised to show you my guitar and harmonica skills when I have the chance. I've been busy for so many days, so I'll go play a game today."

He seemed very confident, with anticipation in his eyes and an air of not caring whether she lived or died.

Cheng An looked at the sky which was not yet fully bright and the roosters had not yet crowed; she then looked at the calendar on the table, which had the festive red mark "rest"; finally, she looked at the black and white head.

Are you the real CowCat? Have you exorcised the evil spirit? Why do you do such a cruel thing?

You can play, anyone can play, who can beat you, you bastard?

Cheng An: A tired smile.

"Okay, go call Teacher Danheng first, I'll change my clothes." She stretched out her trembling hand and asked him to go out.

With the sound of a door opening coming from next door, the possessed cat went to harm another lucky audience member.

When the sun was slightly golden and pierced everyone's eyes through the thin morning mist, the three of them set off.

They were riding on horseback, and the moisture and low temperature made her shiver, making her head clearer.

Before leaving, they only ate a few bites of bread to fill their stomachs. They didn't know why Poteo set out so early, but he pretended to be mysterious, so the two of them didn't ask any more questions. They thought it might be something bad, so they were willing to cooperate with their partner's rare interest.

The sound of horse hooves clattered across the grassland where their ranch was located, and then clattered over a small hill. The bright light shone over the three people who were chatting and laughing along the way, casting long shadows on the ground.

The shadow jumped and jumped, and finally stopped at the foot of a mountain.

Cheng An seldom saw mountains and had never climbed one, because her hometown was close to the sea and there were a lot of water, and she seldom traveled, so unless she went to the mountains on purpose, she basically could not see authentic high mountains.

More importantly, she used to be physically weak, and no matter what mountain she climbed, it was meant to kill her.

Therefore, when she came to the foot of the rare high mountain in this land, although she was now strong and no longer worried about her previous shortcomings, she still asked with lingering fear: "Lloyd, are we going to climb a mountain?"

Because it couldn't block the wind and sand, Portio took off his cowboy hat and hung it behind him. His long black and white hair swung out in a smooth arc that could be shot in a shampoo commercial as he turned his head.

He had a big smile on his face, "Hey, you're right, we are indeed going up the mountain."

The cowboy pointed to the top of the mountain and announced their destination: "Before tonight, our goal is to reach the top of the mountain."