In the faint moonlight, a tent stood in the middle of the trees, and a few pale yellow bonfires were particularly visible in the dim night.

Standing on a treetop, Chen Moyang gently leaned on the trunk of the tree, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, biting it, allowing the faint bitterness to spread in his mouth.

Nowadays, he especially likes to hold grass in his mouth, which can stretch his nervous thoughts, and on the other hand, he can pretend to be forced.

With the help of the heavy shade between the branches, Chen Moyang quietly looked at the camp below, calculating the strength of the mercenaries here.

There are about a dozen mercenaries in the camp, and with the badge on their chests, they probably know mercenaries as well......

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