The night passed without incident, and soon it was the next morning.
Just as the sky began to brighten, Little Boy's shouts could be heard at the entrance of the village.
This little fellow really is full of energy!
Hearing this, Ye Feng couldn't help but smile helplessly, then with a flip like a carp leaping out of water, he jumped up from his sleeping mat and began to freshen up.
"I'll join you."
Just as Ye Feng stepped out of the tent, preparing to meet with Little Boy and head into the mountains, Nie Qingwu hurried over and said in a serious tone.
Not only that, but this woman was fully armed, with a submachine gun, military spike, and dagger all at the ready.
"Are you going up the mountain to make Clay Man or to fight a war…" Ye Feng couldn't help but give a wry smile, shook his head and said, "I'm not a three-year-old child, there's no need for your protection."
