Helian Shuiruo put the leftover roast lamb on the fire and continued to roast it. This time she did not instruct others to shout, but sat there quietly.
The sky gradually darkened, and the warm light of the bonfire reflected Helian Shuiruo's face, and that delicate face shone with brilliance. Di Xiutian looked at it carefully, and he was unconsciously lost in thought. Why didn't he do it before?
Did you find that face so good-looking? Di Xiutian muttered silently in his heart. Suddenly he met Helian Shuiruo's floating eyes. Di Xiutian suddenly felt that he had lost his composure and quickly came to his senses.
I just lost my temper.
The leftover sheep from lunch were distributed reasonably by Helian Shuiruo, and the five of them all ate with their own thoughts.
"Hey~ I haven't eaten roasted lamb for a long time!" An old man with a white beard in ragged clothes appeared not far from the five people at some point. "Five children, can you let the old man know?
Shall I try something new?"
The sudden sound made the nerves of these five people tense up. The five people couldn't help but think at the same time, who is this? This is obviously a vast wasteland with no villages or shops, why did an old man appear inexplicably?
?
Feng Muran suddenly stood up and said, "Who are you?" There was caution and rare nervousness in his voice. At this tense moment, these five people couldn't afford any mistakes. One less person would make this rescue process difficult.
There are many more difficulties and dangers on the road.
"Young man, don't be nervous, old man, I'm just a beggar." The old man laughed and walked closer, "I'm hungry, give me some."
Seeing the desire and obsession for roasted sheep on the old man's face, Feng Muran's nerves slowly relaxed. Helian Shuiruo moved closer to Yinfeng, without saying anything, but his face was full of disgust.
For some reason, Feng Muran's heart suddenly trembled, and for the first time he felt a trace of compassion for the weak, and he actually helped the old man sit down around the campfire.
"Old man, if you eat my share, I'm not hungry."
Feng Muran gave his big portion to the old beggar man. The old man smiled and said nothing.
The old man smiled without saying anything. He generously took the mutton handed over by Feng Muran and stuffed it into his mouth one by one without any fuss.
This shocked the four people sitting around the campfire to death. Di Xiutian even rubbed his eyes in disbelief, thinking that he was dreaming.
Feng Muran didn't lie. He was indeed not hungry. All he was thinking about was Yue Yao. How could he still think about eating?
Seeing this, the remaining four people only gave part of their mutton to Feng Muran. They were afraid that the usually noble third prince would be hungry. When Feng Muran remembered it, they would blame everyone. No one could afford to offend him. They didn't want to do it again.
Being taken to jail just like last time, it felt really uncomfortable.
Feng Muran accepted it without saying anything, which meant that he only took a few small bites and then stopped eating.
The old man always had a smile on his face. Feng Mu, who was watching the people around him eating, looked at the few people around him indifferently. His eyes gradually fixed on the old man's face.
Although this old man is also a beggar, he is not as thin and withered as imagined. Although he is in ragged clothes at this age, it cannot hide the joy from the heart on his face. This is not the result of eating meat.