It patiently waited, waiting for their weakest, most slack moment?
Fang Qingyu slowly withdrew his gaze, looking at Jiang Wei's clear yet slightly grave Eyes of Melting Gold in front of him.
The little girl apparently also thought of this second possibility.
Their gazes met in the air, a silent heaviness spread silently within the quiet medical tent.
On the military cot beside them, Chu Kuanglan seemed to have a dream.
In a muffled and drowsy voice filled with pain, he muttered, "Damn, what's happening again? Can't a person get a breath..."
Fang Qingyu said nothing.
He only looked again towards that overwhelmingly dark forest outside the tent.
It always felt like...
A storm was about to hit in that darkness.
Tier Two Middle Realm!
A Life Ghost that briefly appeared before the Vajra Buddha, ambushed Zhang Tiezhu, and was then scared off by Jiang Wei!
Was it truly just a frightened "assassin"?
Or perhaps...
"Boom——!!!"
