Liu Hao quickly took out another piece of dried meat and handed it to the little broom.
Xiaoxing stretched out his head, rolled the meat into his mouth, twisted his body, and shook the small broom as if his whole body was exerting force.
Nangong Yunxue and Liu Hao looked at the different eating postures and smiled at each other.
Xiaoxing quickly finished the dried meat and flew back to Nangong Jiu's waist.
Xiao Wang also licked his lips and lay down near the car door, but Nangong Jiu was still struggling with the dried meat.
Without Nangong Jiu to disrupt the situation, Liu Hao handed a travelogue to Nangong Yunxue, and the two of them began to read quietly.
When they saw something interesting, they discussed it in a low voice.
"Brother Hao, look here. They say people on the grassland only eat beef and mutton. How do you think they survive?"
"This is normal, just like eating rice and steamed buns. We've been used to it since we were young."
"That's right." Nangong Yunxue thought about it and nodded in agreement.
On the top of a mountain.
Wu Ya and several of his men were resting on the top of a mountain.
"It's strange. I clearly sensed a familiar aura a few days ago, but why is it gone all of a sudden?"
A small thug stepped forward and said, "Master Wuya, are we going in the wrong direction?"
Wu Ya shook her head: "Probably not. It's possible that someone in the immortal world is protecting her."
"So what should we do now? The deadline for us to come down is almost here."
Wu Ya angrily kicked a stone at her feet and said, "Let's look for it again. If it doesn't work, we'll have to come back next time."
As she was speaking, the voice mirror in Wu Ya's arms moved.
I quickly took it out and listened, and heard an urgent voice coming from inside.
"Master Wuya, are you listening?"
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