Apart from that bag and the few items inside, the only thing left by their side was the dagger fixed onto their bodies.
The group subconsciously reached for their waists, then looked at each other, eyes filled with shock.
The dagger... was gone.
Looking at everyone, Ling Xi's cool eyes flashed with cold light, his lips curling slightly; it seemed they had to find their food all over again today.
Indeed, not much later, Xu Mengying returned somewhat disheveled, clearly having been through quite an ordeal; who knows whose malicious idea it was to throw her into the river, with aquatic weeds still hanging from her head, soaking wet.
Biting the bullet, Xu Mengying stopped ten steps away from Han Xiaoxu, standing firm, her expression slightly uneasy, "The... food... it's all been taken; but I did my best to guard it, it's just that I couldn't beat them." The last two sentences were said in a rush, as if she feared Han Xiaoxu would continue to trouble her.
