No. 7's backpack was still there, and she had a compass to guide her, so song qingxiao was going with her for the time being.
Perhaps it was a psychological factor, but song qingxiao always felt that there were a pair of eyes lurking in the forest from all directions, staring at her coldly.
After this delay, the clouds in the sky had piled up even thicker. The two of them were sweating profusely, not sure if it was caused by fear or the environment.
After leaving the forest, the sea breeze whistled past. Song Qing shivered and gripped his dagger tightly, not daring to relax for even a moment.
At this moment, the cold dagger gave her a trace of peace of mind.
No. 7 was still in his beast form, shuttling and jumping in the grass, maintaining a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
Her long black tail swung nimbly in the air, and the nails on her four claws opened wide, maintaining a kind of vigilance.
He didn't look like a human at all.
