"Hehe, it's quite late. I'm off to sleep."
Fearing that his little master would impose another face change on him, Shitou slickly took off toward his tent.
"Alright, everyone else should go to sleep too. We set off for the Barbarian Tribe tomorrow."
Suppressing a yawn, Lin Qingluo stood up and stepped into her tent.
Out of the three tents, the boys were crammed into two, leaving one specially for her—blanketed inside with plush furs, a lit mosquito-repellent incense, quiet and comfortable.
"Awesome, it's bedtime."
The young men, who had been on the go all day, were tired. They put out the fire and retreated to their tents, staking out suitable spots to lay down.
The grassland chilled at night, providing optimal sleeping conditions. Before long, a chorus of snores rumbled from two of the tents.
Lin Qingluo chuckled lightly. Snuggled up in a soft, fragrant quilt, she drifted to sleep, the snoring becoming the soundtrack to her dreams, ensuring a night of sound sleep.
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