Looking at the dagger gently thrown on the ground, he yi could not be reserved. She quickly bent down to pick it up and hid it close to her body. Only then did she slowly relax.
If he fell ill again, she would definitely give him a knife without hesitation. She would never show mercy, nor would she be soft-hearted.
She sat back down gently and began to sew the sheepskin blanket again. She looked unhappy.
He Yi didn’t know what he was thinking, but it was clear that he was in an extremely bad mood. But she didn’t care too much. She only thought about how to leave this place as soon as possible.
“How long before the Sandstorm passes!”He Yi was extremely anxious. “Can you contact your people and ask that female mercenary to come over as well!”
“Pa!”Gentle threw an item beside him forcefully to the other side, making a very loud sound.
He Yi knew that he was angry. When this gentle man was angry, he would not say it directly, and he would use some indirect ways to express it.
