Lightning barked twice, looking at the two with innocent eyes, unaware that they had mistaken it for food.

He shook his head, rubbed against Gu Xiaoran, and let out a weak bark again.

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry at all!" Gu Xiaoran pouted, and gradually, tears welled up in her eyes.

He held the lightning tightly.

"I'm not afraid of lightning. With me here, they won't dare eat you. Unless, of course, they eat me too." He emphasized the last sentence, his anger barely concealed.

"What are you saying, young master? How dare I?" Xuan Ying lowered his eyes and approached Gu Xiaoran and his dog, but saw Gu Xiaoran pulling Lightning, and shrank back in fright.

He shook his head helplessly, bent down, and sat on the soft sand: "Young master, if we don't eat tonight, and we fall asleep, whether we can wake up tomorrow is another matter."

He was so hungry that he put his hands under his head and lay down on the sand.

Xuanming stopped trying to persuade him and began to pick up the dry branches of the poplar trees on the ground.

The young master was shivering from the cold, so we should warm him up first.

Gu Xiaoran still clung tightly to Lightning, refusing to let go.

“This is my dog, what right do you have to hurt it? Lightning, Aunt Zhu, these two are bad people, let’s go, I hate them,” he said, choking back tears.

If Mother were here, she would never have considered using lightning.

He hated Xuanming and Xuanying; as long as they were around, lightning would be threatened.

Zhu Juan and Gu Xiaoran stood together beside Lightning.

"Young master, don't be afraid, they don't kill lightning. It's getting dark, let's sit down and rest."

She pulled the young master onto her lap and then held him in her arms, trying to warm him up.

Gu Xiaoran kept her eyes glued to the lightning bolt, pulled it to lie down beside her legs, and then clung tightly to Zhu Juan.

He pulled out the last peanut candy in his hand, which was a gift from his housewife.

He sniffed it, brought it to his lips, but couldn't bear to eat it, so he put it back in his pocket.

Seeing that Gu Xiaoran's face was very pale, Xuan Ying stood up and squatted down beside her.

Looking at his tear-streaked face, I tried to comfort him.

"My lord, I was wrong."

Gu Xiaoran ignored him and stopped talking. He pouted and looked extremely pale.

He didn't even glance at Xuan Ying, only holding Zhu Juan tightly, his eyes fixed on Shan Dian.

Xuan Ying silently retreated; unable to persuade him, she continued searching for food.

He looked around, trying to see what he could find to fill his stomach.

Looking up, the sky was dark, and even the birds that had been flying high had returned to their nests to rest. He didn't notice anything.

He began to walk around, looking down, wondering if there were any fungi in this unknown thicket to eat.

As we walked, some uneven rocks appeared ahead.

Some of these stones are half-buried in the yellow sand, while others are exposed.

If you watch quietly, will the sand move on its own?

Beneath the stone, many yellow spots were discovered.

Because it was dark, he couldn't see clearly, so he crouched down and touched it with his hand.

Suddenly, a numb, tingling, and burning sensation came from my fingertips.

The pain nearly killed him.

He abruptly withdrew his hand, hissing cold air from the intense pain.

Upon closer inspection, his scalp tingled.

Because, where the sand was moving, he saw those...golden scorpions, churning the sand.

As he bent down, he realized that these scorpions were quite large.