They camped and slept for the night in the outer circle.
The forest around is not so thick that they can't see the sky.
Only small prey roamed around here, like rabbits and geese.
It's the first time Jiushu has seen geese and pheasants of this style.
While in essence it looked the same, the colors are all wrong, the sizes are all wrong.
Yet, the meat tasted the same.
In the night, everyone is asleep except Jiushu.
That sense of foreboding in her is growing far too much. It feels like the bubbles are coming up through his heart.
As she sat there looking at the sky, the thoughts in her mind ran to a thousand different places.
She looked a little bit at MoQiu's blessing's description.
He is called a wandering warlock, and his spirit blade skill has become more powerful.
Jiushu did not know how MoQiu knew that, for it was a blue blade before, it's a blue blade now.
