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Chapter 308 A Sleepless Night

married?

Having experienced failure in her previous life, she had long since lost all interest in marriage.

No matter how perfect a match may seem at the beginning, or how respectful they may appear to each other, doesn't it all end in tragedy in the end? This was true for her, and it was true for her mother as well.

Xiao Ran shook off her thoughts and suddenly looked into the distance: "Father, I heard Uncle Duan say that their camp is just beyond this forest."

Even if Xiao Mu was slow to realize it, he could tell that his daughter was trying to change the subject.

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the deep forest, and nodded: "Yes, this forest is not easy to walk through. If the horses rush in, they will startle the birds. Let's dismount first."

Having said that, Xiao Mu gave a soft "whoosh" and reined in his horse.

Xiao Ran also dismounted, and the white horse obediently swished its tail.

Xiao Mu took out a tinderbox from his pocket and was about to light it when Xiao Ran stopped him.

“No, they noticed something was off a few days ago and might increase their patrols. If we start a fire rashly, we'll be discovered.”

As she spoke, Xiao Ran took out a luminous pearl from her bosom. Its faint, dark blue light shone down on the ground, enough to illuminate the path ahead.

Using luminous pearls for lighting, one can avoid being discovered and still see the path clearly.

"Ran'er has thought things through very well." After a moment's thought, Xiao Mu understood his daughter's intention.

Not far along, scattered lights began to appear in the woods, indicating that someone was indeed patrolling.

The two men pulled out black cloths from their pockets, quickly covered their faces, and tied them to the back of their heads.

“We’re going to the west. The wind is blowing from the east today, so we don’t need to burn too much for them to notice.”

Xiao Ran leaned down slightly and whispered, "But... this area is mostly forested, and it might start a fire."

Xiao Mu replied softly, "Ran'er, don't worry. Your Uncle Duan and I have already scouted the area, and there happens to be an open space over there."

"it is good."

The open space wasn't far, but several Western Xia people were patrolling, making it difficult for them to get close.

Xiao Mu paused briefly, drew the short knife from his waist, and moved with ghostly speed towards one of them. With a swift stroke, the man fell to the ground before he could even scream.

His companions noticed the firelight had suddenly disappeared and, feeling suspicious, called out in the Tangut language as they approached.

Xiao Mu gripped the blade tightly, crouching on the ground, the firelight gradually illuminating his dark eyes. Just as he was about to swing his sword, the Western Xia man in front of him suddenly collapsed.

The fallen Western Xia man appeared unharmed, but upon closer inspection, a thin silver needle, as fine as a hair, could be seen inserted into his neck.

It was Xiao Ran's silver needle.

Xiao Mu stood up with a smile: "Haha, my daughter is really amazing! I was thinking that my fight with him might attract other people's attention, but I didn't expect Ran'er to solve it with just one needle."

Xiao Ran quickly stepped forward to help him up, "Father, be careful. We need to hurry, or they'll notice something's wrong."

"well!"

As the fire gradually ignited, Xiao Ran added a few more wet twigs, which made the smoke thicker.

Xiao Mu looked up at the sky. The moon had quietly disappeared into the thick clouds, which were dark and seemed to foreshadow an approaching storm.

His gaze shifted downwards, and he saw the Western Xia people stationed there surging towards him in a grand and imposing manner.

Behind him, the shouts of the Western Xia people rose and fell, but Xiao Mu suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter filled with a long-lost sense of heroic joy.

He hadn't felt this exhilarated in a long time, and today he was finally about to face a great battle; his blood was boiling with excitement.

He gripped the short knife tightly, the tip still stained with undried blood, which dripped onto the snow, staining the pristine white snow a deep crimson.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.