Feng Jiakang was very carefree and slept for five or six hours straight.
Because he stayed in his room, Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang also did not come out. The two of them, like old wolves who had been starving for a long time eyeing the fat sheep in the pen, leaned against the headboard and stared straight at the sleeping Feng Jiakang through the window.
The eerie stillness made Cheng Shuang feel a little scared, and she immediately gave up the idea of looking around.
If she hadn't managed to infiltrate the indigenous group back then, there would probably be several pairs of eyes watching her like this from behind her bedroom, with absolutely no privacy. The more the girl thought about it, the more itchy she felt all over, and she just couldn't feel comfortable.
I don’t know if Du Lushui has come in or not. I’m afraid that once he arrives in the central city, he will immediately send out another walkie-talkie and then, unknowingly, communicate with his companions in the bedroom under the watchful eyes of the natives.
Although the two had initially agreed that she should act according to circumstances in the outer city, infiltrating the natives' ranks to enter the central city was an extremely rare opportunity. After learning the natives' true intentions, Cheng Shuang was indeed a little restless.
Fortunately, the girl isn't the type to lose her composure.
She closed her eyes and turned her head to look at the only small cabinet by the bedside where clothes, packages, and other miscellaneous items were placed. There was a teapot and four teacups on it. The room looked cold and quiet. It seemed that in the time before achieving their goal, the natives had simplified their lives as much as possible.
Cheng Shuang was slightly lost in thought, and her fingers unconsciously touched the edge of the teapot. A chill jolted her awake.
Hearing the noise, Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang slowly and blankly turned their heads. Their eyes, which were slightly red from not moving for a long time, surprisingly made Cheng Shuang relax a little.
At least they still belong to the category of 'mortal beings', right?
They are simply another kind of intelligent creature, different from humans.
Although these unknown 'people' harbored the idea of wiping out the maintainers in one fell swoop, they did not immediately start slaughtering everyone, but instead left the maintainers with opportunities to take advantage of the situation.
As long as the maintainers don't become overly lax.
"It's alright, you two continue." The girl said softly, and the two snapped out of their daze. One yawned lazily, while the other closed his eyes to rest.
After yawning, Tian Saburo suggested, "Let's take turns, two hours each."
Fang Niang hummed in agreement, put her arms around her head, and slowly her breathing calmed down.
As darkness fell over the city of the abyss, the difference between a sunny day and a cloudy day was less stark than a stark contrast between black and white, yet it allowed all the natives to maintain their normal day and night rhythms.
Perhaps for the indigenous people, maintaining a lifestyle completely in line with humans is the best way to make their honored guests feel relaxed and less wary of them?
As she looked up at the 'glass dome' above her head, hearing Fang Niang's affected, coquettish voice, the little girl made this guess. If she were completely unaware of this, how would she react to the native, a fellow human, who was so eager to please her? Even if she didn't soften her heart, wouldn't she feel guilty?
As soon as Feng Jiakang got up, he couldn't stay still. He wanted to sit on the terrace and enjoy the view. Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang naturally didn't object and busied themselves tidying up the front hall terrace. They had everything: bamboo rattan chairs, a chaise lounge, and a small table for snacks. The two even asked Cheng Shuang to build a grape vine pavilion for Feng Jiakang.
Cheng Shuang remained dazed throughout.
When she went to the storage room in the mansion to retrieve something, she discovered that besides the somewhat withered but not dead grapevines, there were also seasonal flowers and fresh fruit.
These things are very cold, but far from being frozen solid and inedible or unsightly.
Fang Niang took out the knife next to her, and without even washing it, sliced the fruit into pieces. She even arranged a few flower petals on the platter as decoration.
Tian Sanlang then invited Cheng Shuang to go and get hot water to make tea.
"Hurry up, don't keep our VIPs waiting!" Fang Niang's tone was impatient, completely unlike her gentle demeanor in front of Feng Jiakang.
The little girl was already able to understand the true meaning behind their words: Hurry up, don't let this shell be coveted by other little devils!
After pulling Cheng Shuang into the hall, Tian Sanlang glanced at Feng Jiakang, who was sitting on the terrace looking around, gritted his teeth, and pushed her out instead, whispering, "Go and keep the VIP company!"
Cheng Shuang certainly wouldn't refuse. She didn't really want to serve Feng Jiakang; she didn't want to be clumsy and give those two away.
The young girl nodded with an "I understand" expression, then turned and walked out. Only when she reached behind Feng Jiakang did she realize that people had come out of several rooms very close to him. Most of them were men, but there were only a few women. They looked at her from a distance without approaching, but the affection in their eyes sent another chill down Cheng Shuang's spine.
I always feel like the maintainers are just a piece of meat!
She deliberately slowed her pace, scanning the surroundings. All the protectors within her sight were clean and tidy, with three or four brightly dressed men and women chatting and laughing beside them. There was no situation where they were surrounded like they were being watched by giant pandas.
In cases like Feng Jiakang's, one possibility is that there are no indigenous guards around who can automatically act as 'monitors', and another is that she and Tian Sanlang are too weak, making the guards feel that they have an opportunity to take advantage of them.
Cheng Shuang thought for a moment, then quickly walked over, reached out and patted Feng Jiakang on the shoulder. When he turned around, she tilted her head and smiled at him, "Honorable guest, please don't be in a hurry. My brothers and sisters are preparing tea and snacks. Let me come out and chat with you!"
Just as Feng Jiakang was feeling uneasy under the intense gazes of those people, he immediately relaxed when he met the eyes of a little girl who seemed quite normal.
He warmly invited, "Come and sit down!"
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