Ling An came back again after a stick of incense.

He was carrying a bag of rice balls, a handful of mutton skewers and pastries in his hands.

"Well, it's okay now, let's eat." Ling An put the food on the wooden pile.

As if he was afraid that Qiao Qixin and the others would refuse to eat, he took the lead in taking some rice balls and meat skewers and ate them in front of them.

Qiao Qixin and Liu Zhan looked at each other, and Liu Zhan nodded slightly.

At this time, the sky was getting dark and it was still dark. Qiao Qixin and Liu Zhan finished eating the food and meat skewers brought by Ling An.

After eating, Qiao Qixin took a piece of mung bean cake and gnawed it.

Since there were only two people in the room, Ling An and Liu Zhan, and they were not people who paid much attention to etiquette, no one cared about Qiao Qixin's actions.

Ling An groped into the house in the dark.

Qiao Qixin tried her best to squint her eyes, trying to see clearly what Ling An was going to do.

I saw him bend down and pull out a few small wooden stakes from somewhere, as if by magic.

Then put the small wooden piles together, and then spread the borrowed quilt on top.

In this way, a simple small bed was born.

Immediately, Ling An followed the same pattern and made a second simple small bed.

He yawned, took off his coat, and lay down on his small bed.z.br

Just as he was about to fall asleep, Ling An suddenly stood up and turned to look at Qiao Qixin and Liu Zhan.

Qiao Qixin felt a little frightened when Ling An looked at her, "What's wrong? What are you looking at us for?"

Ling An straightened her long, disheveled hair and said, "Aren't you both still sleeping? It's already so dark."

He paused and then added, "I don't have an oil lamp for you two to light."

Qiao Qixin was stunned for a moment, then looked at Liu Zhan.

Liu Zhan hesitated for a moment, then took off his coat and lay down on the simple bed.

"Ah...this..."

Qiao Qixin looked at the simple little bed that was left, silently pushed the bed to the other side, then took off her coat as quietly as possible and lay down on it.

The wooden pile was so hard that even if there were several layers of quilts, Qiao Qixin could still feel the pain in her back.

She couldn't help but sigh, and silently comforted herself for the past few days.

Just when Qiao Qixin was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard a voice coming from behind her, "Are you asleep?"

The sound was neither loud nor quiet, but it was suitable for testing.

Qiao Qixin's consciousness was awakened by the voice, but she did not respond. Instead, she closed her eyes to see what Ling An was going to do.

But the voice didn't sound like Ling An's. Could it be that someone else was here?

Qiao Qixin forced herself to suppress her curiosity and close her eyes.

"Sir, they seem to have all fallen asleep."

Young Master?

Qiao Qixin was confused.

This time the voice sounded even less like Ling An.

"Let's explore again." Another said angrily.

Qiao Qixin was even more confused.

Why is there more than one here?

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Qiao Qixin could feel the vibration of the ground.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer to her. Qiao Qixin's hands that were huddled under the quilt were silently clenched, her nails digging into her palms, using pain to ensure her emotional stability.

Vaguely, Qiao Qixin felt like a person was standing in front of her.

She could hear the man's heavy breathing and the sound of clothes and fabrics rubbing against each other.

"Hello."

Qiao Qixin felt a finger touch her nose.

She pinched her palms tightly and resisted the urge to open her eyes.

"I know you are awake and your eyelashes are moving."

Qiao Qixin was startled and almost opened her eyes.

No, it's so dark, he can't possibly see my face clearly.

Secretly calming her mind, Qiao Qixin lay on the bed with her eyes closed, as if she had really fallen asleep.

The man seemed to straighten up.

He stood next to Qiao Qixin for a while, then returned to "Young Master" and reported back, "Sir, the painter is asleep."

"Young Master, so are Ling An and Young Master Liu."

another said humanely.

Qiao Qixin's eyes moved slightly.

Oops, three more came.

She pricked up her ears and listened more carefully.

"Okay, lock the door and burn this place down while they are sleeping!" the young man said in a low voice.

Oh haha.

Qiao Qixin silently lit a sky lantern for herself, Ling An and Liu Zhan - even though the fire hadn't started yet.

The three people exited the hut and closed the door.

Qiao Qixin opened her eyes, and immediately heard the sound of a chain locking the door.

There are no windows in this house, only a door.

Qiao Qixin sat up from the bed and looked at the three vague figures outside the door.

"Liu Zhan...huh?" Qiao Qixin sneaked to Liu Zhan's bedside and was about to wake him up, but found that Liu Zhan had already opened his eyes.

Looking at Ling An again, Ling An had already sat up from the bed, with an ugly look on his face.

Just as Qiao Qixin was about to speak, Ling An put her index finger in front of her lips, signaling her to stop talking.

"Stab it——"

A fire broke out outside the door.

The house that had been doused with fuel for a long time was instantly covered in flames.

Qiao Qixin looked at the two people still sitting on the bed and asked, "Are we still not leaving?"

At this time, thick black smoke had seeped into the house through the crack in the door.

Ling An still gently put her index finger in front of her lips, "Be obedient and lie down for a while."

"What?" Qiao Qixin wondered.

Liu Zhan also looked at Qiao Qixin and nodded.

Qiao Qixin frowned slightly, but still obeyed the two of them and lay back on the bed.

Clutching the quilt, Qiao Qixin still felt uneasy.

Why can't I leave when I can?

The billowing smoke was invading every air. At this time, it had filled the entire room. After a while, the fire would burn in.

Qiao Qixin covered her mouth and nose with the quilt to delay the inhalation of smoke.

Wait a little longer, wait a little longer and I will run.

Qiao Qixin secretly thought.

She doesn't want to die here, even if she cooperates, she must be restrained.

In just a few breaths, the door of the house was suddenly kicked open violently.

Then a sound of thunder and clanging came from outside.

"City Lord! The young one is late!"

A loud roar came from the door.

The next second, Qiao Qixin was lifted from the bed with the blanket attached.

"Um???"

She sat up in confusion and found that four soldiers, each carrying a horn, carried her out of the fire house.
To be continued...