"Mehhh—" Just three meters away from their hiding spot, a tender bleating of a little lamb was heard. The old man turned around and walked over, muttering, "Out of all the sheep in the pen, you're the naughtiest one. What's the matter, can't climb up? I won't care about you, you'll starve to death here, believe it or not?"
As he spoke, he carefully climbed to the crack where the lamb was stuck and lifted it out. The lamb nestled in the old man's arms and bleated continuously.
The old man poked the lamb's head: "I know you're upset because you got scared by the camouflaged soldiers when drinking water? Don't worry, they are gone now. Let's hurry back and choose thirty fat sheep. The commander needs them urgently tonight.
Little thing, if you don't want to be killed, stop being greedy. It's always the lazy and greedy ones who get slaughtered first, you know?"
Listening to the old man's ramblings fading away, Luo Ye and Liu Xing exchanged glances, deep in thought.
"Ye'er!"
