"Really? You're really not angry?" Ji Fengming was always overjoyed. He immediately plopped down next to Hei Xiao, casually breaking the seal on another jar of wine in his hand. He took a sip with a smile and pressed on, "Then why have you ignored me for so long? How many times have I called you these past two days?"
Black Owl's thick, upturned eyelashes fluttered slightly, drooping to conceal the guilty, shimmering light in his narrow, peach-blossom eyes.
He reached out and took the rabbit meat that had been roasting on the campfire, caught it in a large tung leaf, and then carefully sliced off the fattest and most tender meat from the leg with a dagger, handing it to Ji Fengming: "Don't just drink alcohol, eat some meat to line your stomach."
Her voice was still slightly hoarse, and her long, jade-like fingertips trembled slightly with unease.
In the leaping firelight.
His demure and submissive demeanor was exceptionally gentle and alluring.
Ji Fengming felt that this person was probably a born prodigy.
Even if what he handed over wasn't rabbit meat,
Rather, he'd probably be tempted to eat the knife used to shave the rabbit meat.
"You eat too," Ji Fengming said, becoming much quieter under the influence of Hei Xiao. "I still have some peanuts here, from your favorite place."
Black Owl took two pills from his hand and ate them, while also slowly drinking his wine.
The two listened to the crackling sound of the campfire burning;
Accompanied by the final, desperate cries of the insects in early autumn;
Bathed in the cool, frosty moonlight filtering through the sparse branches;
Silently and peacefully, remaining still.
They would occasionally exchange a fleeting glance, barely touching each other.
"Xiao Chen, I..."
"The Phoenix Cry..."
After a long while, the two spoke at the same time, as if they were telepathically connected, and then stopped.
Ji Fengming's heart pounded: "You, you go first."
Black Owl quickly pursed his lips and straightened his face: "I don't have anything important to say, you can speak first."
"I...I actually also..." Ji Fengming took a few big gulps of wine, choking until his face turned red, but he covered his mouth with the back of his hand, not daring to cough out.
Black Owl turned his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked at the unusual blush on Fengming's face: "Fengming, what do you think of the Danling Continent that Xiaoyao'er told you about?"
"Danling Continent?" Ji Fengming wiped the wine stains from his lips, his eyes full of confusion, not understanding why Hei Xiao suddenly brought this up: "I have no knowledge of it and have no idea about it; what, have you seen any biographies of Danling Continent somewhere?"
I've seen it somewhere before.
They are likely people from the Danling Continent.
Black Owl lowered his head.
The cruel and terrifying scenes from his memory seemed to flash before his eyes again, causing him immense pain but leaving him speechless.
He wanted to protect Ji Fengming.
He didn't want Ji Fengming to return to that bloody, cruel world.
"Fengming, I have no good feelings towards that world; although it is vulgar and full of deceit and darkness, but..."
But at least I'm the one suffering these bad things;
But in that world, these things might become your disaster again.
Black Owl hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
Ji Fengming quietly looked at Hei Xiao, who seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and revealed a soft and loving smile: Xiao Chen, who was either cynical or cold and aloof in front of others, was vulnerable and even shed tears in front of him alone, and was only true to him.
Does this mean that in Xiao Chen's heart, he is a special person?
"Why are you worrying so much? Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ji Fengming put his hand on Hei Xiao's shoulder with a heroic air, revealing his bandit-like compassion: "No matter if it's this world or that world, no matter who it is, if anyone dares to mess with us, this young master will smash them to pieces!"
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