As he spoke, he glanced back at the small tent, but the people inside didn't talk to him, so he could only go back to his small tent and poke his head to talk to the two women.

In the middle of the night, he did not rest, but learned their names and what happened to them from the mouths of the two women, until the morning dawn, when the first rays of the morning sun fell on the grass, there was a movement of getting up in several small tents.

For a while, Ning Lang got up one after another and cleaned up their small tents, but there was still no movement in Feng Jiu's small tents.

After cleaning up, the two of them glanced 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 of them: "It's okay, they are like this, I still have some dry food here, you can eat some!" So saying, he took out the dry food and gave it to them.

Until, after another half an hour, Feng Jiu, who woke up, walked out of the middle. Dressed in red, she 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 looked away lightly, walked to the stream and washed her face.

"Feng Jiu, Song Ming brought two women back last night, and there is an old one." Ning Lang leaned closer to Feng Jiu's side and said, turning his head and glancing at the small tent: "I saw that those two women were not very serious, and they didn't wear their clothes properly. ”

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something, and hurriedly said: "I didn't look at it, I just looked at Song Ming and couldn't blink my eyes, I felt that those two women seemed to be deliberate, they said that they were fleeing, but in my eyes, I think they are somewhat similar to the women in the dust." ”

Hearing this, Feng Jiu couldn't help but smile: "Okay, don't talk nonsense, we won't walk with them anyway." ”

"Well, I don't think I can go with them." He nodded in response, got up and walked back, and shouted to Song Ming: "Song Ming, pack up your things, we're leaving." ”

"Okay." Song Ming responded, began to pack up the small tent, put everything back into the Qiankun bag, and came to Feng Jiu's side again: "Feng Jiu, are we flying with the sword?" Who's going to take them with me? ”

After washing his face, he gently patted Feng Jiu, who was refreshed, and after hearing this, he got up and looked back at Song Ming: "Who said that you want to bring them?" Do I agree? ”

Hearing this, Song Ming was stunned: "But, they ......"

"I don't want to know how they are, since you saved them last night, you saved them, I won't say more, let them leave on their own, we don't allow them to follow here."

"I won't let them follow, but they will be separated after they get to the next town, so it can be regarded as sending the Buddha to the west, right?"

"Not interested." She walked past him and came to the three men: "You can go, and you don't have to be afraid of any danger, you say, yes?" ”

The cold eyes fell on the three of them, and their voices were indifferent and cold, sounding like they were cold-blooded and unkind.

When the three of them saw Feng Jiu, their hearts were slightly shocked, especially when his cold and cold gaze fell on them, which made them involuntarily lower their heads, avoiding the threat of his gaze and eyes.

These people look like teenagers, even if they have an extraordinary bearing and are extremely noble, but they are just teenagers, and they should not be deeply involved in the world, but why are the eyes of this young man in red so penetrating?