After a fierce battle, Xiao Ruiyuan returned to his main tent, completely exhausted. He hadn't closed his eyes in two days and nights.
Upon lifting the tent flap, Xiao Ruiyuan, paying no mind to removing his heavy and cold armor, headed straight for the bed in the corner. Squatting dead center in the bedding, there was a flat-haired creature, fast asleep and unmoving. Who else could it be but Maomao, the creature known for delivering messages over thousands of miles?
But what was that thing tied to its back?
Stirred by curiosity, Xiao Ruiyuan quickly approached, and with a mix of urgency and extreme care, untied the small cloth bundle from Maomao's back.
This action naturally woke the slumbering Maomao. It lazily lifted its head, and upon seeing the small cloth bundle in its owner's hand, it instantly woke up. Hopping around the bed as if to take credit, it made excited noises.
