Yi'er laughed and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it." After saying that, he took the lantern to the corner where he was and continued reading.
Luo'er and Yuyan looked at each other and had to rest by themselves.
The carriage is indeed very big, but it is really cramped to sleep three people. Now that there are two people, although they still remember to leave some space for Yi'er, they naturally stretch out as soon as they fall asleep.
After the two of them fell asleep, Yi'er put down her book and sat cross-legged, holding a white jade chess piece in each hand, meditating quietly. This night, her mental power did not restrain at all, but instead she tried her best to release it.
However, her mental power is still too weak, and she cannot radiate it in a covering manner. She can only stretch it into thin lines and explore them bit by bit.
The place where they camped was a very wide place backed by a mountain wall. She didn't have much to focus on.
"Brother, are you still awake?" Yi'er's mental strength suddenly paused, and she quietly reached towards the direction of the conversation.
The speaker was Yuchi Shiliu, with a playful look on his face, looking at the dark sky, but talking to Shang Jiuyi. Mo Wuxin was sitting opposite them, the three of them were surrounding a fire, forming a triangle.
I don't know whether it's because they were on guard or because they were afraid of scaring them. Although we walked together all the way, we were still far away from them. Now we were camping, they were also very far away from Yi'er and the others on the outermost edge.
There were more than a dozen of their people separated in the middle... It was impossible to protect Yi'er and the others.
"Why, do you miss Qing'er again?"
Shang Jiuyi glanced at him lightly and said nothing. Yuchi Shiliu chuckled and said, "Speaking of which, that girl looks a bit like Qing'er, and her temperament is different. Brother, if you really like it, take her back...
…”
Shang Jiuyi glanced at him again, but there was no change in his eyes. However, Yuchi Shiliu touched his nose and changed the subject: "Okay, I won't talk anymore." He threw a bottle to Shang Jiuyi, "Today's
share"
"How is the boss's poison?"
Yuchi Sixteen helplessly spread his hands, "I have no choice but to control it now. If I can't find the Martial Saint to help him within a month..." Yuchi Sixteen let out a long sigh, with a depressed and unwilling look on his face.
I glanced at Shang Jiuyi and saw that Shang Jiuyi still had the same dead expression, and couldn't help but sigh again!!