This is not the joy of eating meat, but something else.
Feng Muran stared at the old man's face, convinced that the old man was not a mortal. Yinfeng looked at Feng Muran and looked at the old man's thoughtful expression and suddenly realized that Feng Muran was not the only one who was observing the old man closely.
There was also Wen Chu, who was usually very taciturn, but Yin Feng didn't know why the two of them were looking at this worthless beggar like this.
When Feng Muran came back to his senses, he realized that the old beggar had already eaten the piece of meat and wiped it clean. He was looking at the mutton that he had not eaten much with his eyes shining brightly. Feng Muran smoothly divided the four people among himself.
The meat was pushed in front of the old man. The old man took the meat with gratitude. When he lowered his head to eat the meat, his eyes flashed with a glimmer of approval for Feng Muran that no one noticed.
"Oh, I'm so full!" The old man finished eating the roast lamb and lay down on the ground. He patted his belly with both hands and smiled happily like a child at the empty sky.
"No! If you're not full after eating two people's meat, you'll have nothing to say!" Helian Shuiruo looked at Feng Muran who hadn't eaten with distress, looked at the old beggar with an angry look on his face, and said angrily.
"Girl! You are wrong. I am a beggar. I need to eat when I am hungry and when I can eat, why don't I eat more?" The old man looked at Helian Shuiruo with a slightly aggrieved application and said.
When Helian Shuiruo heard this, he couldn't say anything. He found a small pot of fine osmanthus wine from the storage ring and said, "Old man, I see how pitiful you are, so I'll give you another drink!" Helian Shuiruo said
Ruo pursed his lips and said, "It's cold in the desert. Let's drink some wine to warm ourselves up. We can't drink much and we have to be on the road tomorrow morning."
The old man looked at Helian Shuiruo with a grateful expression, "Good girl, thank you!" The old man took the wine and poured it into his mouth without saying a word.
"Thank you! I'm afraid you'll die in this ice and snow." Helian Shuiruo immediately covered up his distressed expression and said, "We just left home, and we don't want to start dying for others on the first day."
Although Helian Shuiruo was cruel, he turned out a tent in the blink of an eye.
Although Helian Shuiruo said something cruel, he pulled out a tent in the blink of an eye, "Old man, you will sleep in this tent tonight." Di Xiutian jumped angrily when he saw Helian Shuiruo pulling out another tent.
, just as he was about to go up to He Lian Shui Ruo to settle the score, he was grabbed tightly by Wen Chu, who had been silent at the side.
The old man got into the tent without saying a word and began to sleep soundly.
The remaining five people looked at each other and walked back to their tents. The desert that was still lively just now became quiet because the six people rested together. Only the bonfire beating like a heart proved that there were people living here.
Early the next morning.
"Hey, old man!" Di Xiutian approached the tent and wanted to wake up the old man. He opened the tent door, but found that the old man with gray hair and boyish face was gone. There was only a note left on the ground, with the words "Character Character" written on it.
Strange, he wrote: "When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue."
Di Xiutian looked at the note and quickly called the remaining four people up. He saw the five of them looking at the note left by the old man in front of the extinguished bonfire. Each of them was lost in thought.
What on earth did the old man want to say? What on earth was he? Could it be that a new conspiracy had emerged? The five people were puzzled.