"It can help me carry things!"
After saying so, Qin Niu headed straight for the gate.
Xiao Qing watched him from the yard, her eyes brimming with reluctance.
"Master, please return safely. I and your two sisters will wait for you at home."
She herself had been abandoned as a child, and the only grandfather who had raised her was also dead. Now, she was alone, with Qin Niu being her only reliance.
If Qin Niu died on the battlefield, she would be left with no one to depend on.
"Watch the house!"
Qin Niu instructed before quickly stepping out of the courtyard gate.
The Green Ox, on the other hand, was free from such human sentiments of sorrow, running merrily ahead, occasionally letting out mooing sounds.
For the Green Ox, as long as it wasn't confined to a pen, it was extremely happy.
Every day, following Qin Niu out, whether up the mountains or into town, it played and frolicked all the way, which made it very cheerful.
