Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 3263: Though Unremarkable in Appearance

This darkened weapon appeared nearby. It would take so ti to know if it was following them.

It might also cause trouble; darkening was a disease that spreads.

Ning Shu withdrew so spiritual consciousness and left it around the surroundings to keep an eye on things.

Then she focused on cultivation, absorbing the celestial star energy.

The celestial star energy in her dantian grew more and more, and the scattered stars in her dantian also began to increase.

Ning Shu didn’t know how to use this power or which direction her Unsurpassable Martial Arts would develop.

In any case, it felt stranger and stranger.

Ning Shu felt she had found a treasure; though unremarkable in appearance, it had always been by her side.

It had always been her support.

I love the Unsurpassable Martial Arts.

Crossbow Lar took off his coat and draped it over Ning Shu, then vigilantly watched the surroundings for danger.

i Ziqing sat by the fire for a while, lost in thought, poking the fire with a dry twig.

The firelight flickered over her face.

After sitting motionless for a while, she finally tossed the twig into the fire and went into the tent.

Ning Shu opened her eyes, sat up, and stared at i Ziqing’s tent.

“Nicole, what’s wrong?” Crossbow Lar saw Ning Shu awake and asked, “Do you need to pee?”

Ning Shu: …

“No, I was sleepwalking.”

Ning Shu lay back down.

“Then go sleep in the tent,” Crossbow Lar said. “The dew outside is heavy.”

“We don’t have a tent,” Ning Shu said, unconcerned. The tent was set up by i Ziqing’s weapons.

They didn’t make one for her.

Since the mont they set out, i Ziqing had seed distracted.

She often spaced out.

“Go squeeze in with your friend,” Crossbow Lar said. Without waiting, he reached out and lifted Ning Shu high, then jumped down, carrying her to i Ziqing’s tent.

Ning Shu: …

Why did Crossbow Lar like doing this? He always lifted her high up like she was a child.

“Can I co in to sleep?” Ning Shu said, lifting the curtain and squeezing in with i Ziqing.

Ning Shu asked i Ziqing, “What’s wrong?”

i Ziqing’s voice was muffled in the darkness, “Nothing.”

Ning Shu frowned; i Ziqing was actually crying.

Since eting i Ziqing, Ning Shu had never seen her like this.

Ning Shu hesitated over whether to ask or not.

Forget it, she wouldn’t ask. If she doesn’t want to say, then she doesn’t want to say.

Since she was already crying, it must be sothing painful. Talking about it would be like ripping open the wound.

Ning Shu turned over, her back facing i Ziqing.

Through scanning with her spiritual consciousness, Ning Shu could clearly see i Ziqing’s expressions and whether she was shedding tears.

But Ning Shu withdrew her spiritual consciousness and closed her eyes to sleep.

When she woke, no one was beside her. She stepped out of the tent and saw that i Ziqing was already preparing breakfast.

Ning Shu walked over and sat beside i Ziqing. She noticed i Ziqing’s eyes were a bit red.

So last night wasn’t her misperception; i Ziqing really cried.

i Ziqing’s five weapons wandered nearby. None of them noticed anything wrong with i Ziqing.