The men in black saw that the two men's combined strength had greatly increased. If they continued to fight to the end, both would suffer losses. So, one of them raised his hand to signal and quickly stepped back. He stared at Song Ming who was staring at Duan Ye and said, "You brought this upon yourselves. Let's go!"
Asking for trouble? A trace of doubt appeared on Duan Ye's baby face. What does it mean? Just as he was thinking, he heard Song Ming's voice.
"Run away if you can't find it? Don't run if you have the guts!"
"Okay, let's go back!" Duan Ye said, put away his sword and walked back without even looking at the two women.
"Girl, we are going to stay in front, why don't you come with us? We have a small tent over there for you to rest. It's not bright yet, so it's not good to let you run around here."
"Song Ming!" Duan Ye glared at him and said, "Don't bring back someone you don't know the details of!"
"They are just two women, not dangerous people. By the way, who is this..." Song Ming looked at the old woman beside him and asked.
“This is our grandmother. Because our family encountered a great change, we fled with her. If she hadn’t protected us along the way, I’m afraid…” When they said this, the two women covered their faces and sobbed.
The beauty was weeping softly, her face covered by a thin veil, tears in her eyes, so charming and touching that Song Ming's heart softened, and he wanted to hold the beauty in his arms to comfort her.
Duan Ye saw that he couldn't move his feet after seeing the two beautiful women, so he snorted and turned his sleeves to go back. He didn't bother to care about him. Since he wanted to take people back, let him take them!
In the small tent, Ning Lang rubbed his eyes and poked his head out. Seeing Duan Ye coming back, he asked, "What were you doing in the middle of the night?"
"You ask Song Ming." Duan Ye snorted, sat down in front of the small tent, and treated a few minor wounds.
Seeing this, Ning Lang was startled. He looked behind and saw Song Ming coming with a woman. Behind him, there was an old woman and a beautiful woman. When he saw those people, he was stunned.
"Where did this beauty come from in the middle of the night? Could she be a night spirit?" He murmured, glancing towards Fengjiu's tent. Seeing that Fengjiu hadn't come out and only the little beast was guarding there, he couldn't help but shrink back.
No matter where he came from, it had nothing to do with him, he just had to take care of himself. So, after entering the small tent, he pulled the quilt over his head.
When we arrived at the small tents, we saw that there was only a small animal guarding outside one of the tents, and no one was seen inside. The other one was guarded by a little fat man who had just huddled inside and did not look very old.
"This is my little tent. You can rest in it first!" Song Ming enthusiastically gave up his little tent. He looked at the injuries on the two women, took out some medicine and said with pity, "You must be in pain after being injured like this. How about I apply some medicine on you?"
"No need, sir. I can apply the medicine on them." The old woman took the medicine from his hand and helped the two of them into the small tent, isolating Song Ming from contact with the two women.
Seeing this, he touched his nose, and seeing Duan Ye sitting outside bandaging his wound, he walked up to him: "Duan Ye, are you injured? Do you want me to bandage your wound..." Before he finished speaking, he saw Duan Ye get up and walk towards the small tent.
"Just take care of the beauty you rescued, and I won't bother you with anything else."