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With their luggage in tow, everyone left the village after bidding farewell to the middle-aged man. Although it was already late afternoon when they departed, they had no intention of spending the night in the village.
One reason was that it was inconvenient for both parties, and another was that the village probably couldn't compare to the comfort of the temporary camp that Feng Yuan had set up, at least not in terms of lighting and water supply in comparison with the primitive methods of the village.
In the evening, at the temporary camp, Xiao Ji, as usual, flew out to hunt, while Feng Yuan sat on a rocking chair holding Pomiti and sang happily. Seeing Feng Yuan's leisurely demeanor, Guo Huai said speechlessly,
"If Xiao Ji sees this, it will probably get angry, right?"
"How could it～"
"Just don't let it see～"
Feng Yuan swung on the rocking chair, saying smugly, and then glanced at Guo Huai with a warning look,
"You better not snitch!"
