As they spoke, the other groups of spiritual practitioners also prepared themselves to go to sleep, extinguishing most of the fires and torches, leaving only a little light.

The cave fell silent.

Ye Ying curled up in the tent and slept soundly, one of her little feet took off her shoes and put the pestle on the face of the little boy at the other end of the tent.

The little boy's face was full of bitterness and hatred, and he endured and endured it, and only then did he barely resist the urge to chop off this little foot, turned sideways, and tried to sleep.

Not long after he slept, the little boy suddenly opened his eyes vigilantly.

In the cramped and dark tent, he didn't see anything clearly, when he heard a lazy chuckle, and then he was carried by something by the back of his neck and thrown outside the tent.

Little boy: "!!"

This pair of dogs and men! when he is what! comes and goes?!!

The little boy's whole face was dark, and the laughter just now was clearly a certain genuine Starka! Okay, he came back to his master, what was the matter with throwing him back?!

The little boy was so depressed that he almost wanted to turn his face away from the tent, or do something to lure the orcs there. He felt that he had never been humiliated like this since he was born, and that it was okay to squeeze into such a narrow tent with that little girl, and to be slapped in the face by her little feet, and now he would not be given a small tent shelter???

However, when I thought of the terrible orc battlefield outside the cave......

The thought of what was in the temple calmed down.

They have their mission, he has his, and now is not the time to be willful.

The little boy lay down at the mouth of the tent with a tense little face, and slept in his clothes.

And in the tent, at this time, Ye Ying had already put the soul cultivation knife against a certain Starka's chest, and a pair of crystal clear eyes stared at him coldly.

"Daughter-in-law. A certain starka called out facelessly, smiled, supported her side with one hand, and his slender figure shrouded above her head, "Angry?"

"Hmph. Ye Ying snorted arrogantly, lowered her voice, and gritted her teeth a little, "Do you still know how to come back?Why don't you go to find your Mu Roujia?!"

"Really angry. Ember smiled again, bowed her head, and brushed a kiss on her lips despite her dodge, "Well, I was forced by the situation to coax her to work for us." Come, these are for you. He took out a large mess of things from his spatial ring, all of which were left over after confiscating the belongings of the four Earth Spiritualists who had tried to quit and exchanging them with the others.

Ye Ying was even more angry: "A bunch of rags, I don't want it!"

"And what about this?" he said, as if by magic, pulling out a beautiful flower.

It was dark in the tent, except for his faintly handsome face, only this small crystal beautiful flower stretched out with petals as thin as silk, and the indescribably beautiful faint blue-purple luster seemed to make people think of two words: stars.

"Xingchen Flower?" Ye Ying snorted, and then felt that something was wrong, if Xingchen Flower was really a very powerful thing that could turn her and Mu Roujia like this, then this kind of flower would definitely not be common. "Isn't it the Star Flower?" she was fully awake at this point, and she didn't care about her petty temperament, and asked Ember about the origin of the flower.

"It's not a star flower. Ember said, turning the beautiful flower between her fingers, "But I suspect it has something to do with the star flower." ”