As he said this, he turned around and glanced at the small tent, but the people inside didn't talk to him. He could only go back to his own small tent and stick his head out to chat with the two women.
He did not rest in the middle of the night, but learned the names and experiences of the two women from their mouths. Until dawn, when the first ray of morning sunlight fell on the grass, there were sounds of people getting up in several tents.
During the night, Ning Lang and others got up one after another and tidied up their own tents, but there was still no movement in Feng Jiu's tent.
After cleaning up, the two looked at the two women and the old woman, and then went to the stream to wash their faces. Seeing this, Song Ming said to the three people: "It doesn't matter, they are just like this, I still have some dry food here, you can eat some!" Then he took out the dry food and gave it to them.
Until, half an hour later, Feng Jiu woke up and walked out. She was wearing a red dress that was as dazzling as fire, and she was still a little sleepy at this time. After she walked out of the small tent, she glanced at the three people, then turned her eyes away and walked to the stream to wash her face.
"Fengjiu, Song Ming brought back two women last night, and one of them was old." Ning Lang approached Fengjiu and said, turning back to glance at the small tent: "I think those two women are not very decent, and their clothes are not properly worn."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and said hurriedly, "I wasn't looking randomly. I just stared at Song Ming so hard that he didn't even blink. I felt that the two women seemed to be doing it on purpose. They said they were fleeing from disaster, but from my perspective, they looked a bit like prostitutes."
Hearing this, Fengjiu couldn't help but smile: "Okay, stop talking nonsense, we are not going with them anyway."
"Yeah, I also think I can't go with them." He nodded in agreement, stood up and walked back, shouting to Song Ming: "Song Ming, pack your things, we are leaving."
"Okay." Song Ming responded and began to pack up the tent, putting everything back into his Qiankun bag. He then came to Fengjiu's side and said, "Fengjiu, are we flying on a flying sword? Who will come with me to take them with us?"
After washing his face, he gently patted Feng Jiu who had refreshed herself. After hearing this, he stood up and looked back at Song Ming: "Who said to bring them along? Did I agree?"
Upon hearing this, Song Ming was startled: "But, they..."
"I don't want to know what happened to them. Since you saved them last night, I won't say anything more. Let them go on their own. They are not allowed to follow us here."
"We won't let them follow us. We'll just separate after we get to the next town. Isn't this considered sending them off to the west?"
"Not interested." She walked past him and came to the three people: "You can go now. There is no need to worry about encountering any danger in broad daylight. Don't you think so?"
His cold eyes fell on the three people, and his voice was indifferent and cold, sounding inhuman and cold-blooded.
When the three of them saw Fengjiu, they were slightly startled, especially when his cold and icy gaze fell on them, which made them lower their heads involuntarily, avoiding his sight and the intimidation of his eyes.
These guys all looked like teenagers. Even though they had extraordinary bearing and were extremely noble, they were still just teenagers and should not have much experience in the world. But why did the look in the eyes of the boy in red clothes look so creepy