"Mom, will Brother Zheng and Brother Rong stay with us?"
"That, I can’t promise you. It depends on whether your two brothers are willing, they have their own things to do, right?" An Jiuyue didn’t imdiately promise Qian Yinuo.
After all, Qian Yizheng and Qian Yirong are older, keeping them in the tent all the ti doesn’t seem reasonable.
Of course, it’s not like a few children can be cooped up. It seems that those people in the dark need to be dealt with quickly; otherwise, her children might get really bored.
"But I promise you that your daddy and I will try to catch those bad people quickly, so you can play safely at Huayan Peak, okay?"
Seeing the children not responding, she added a few more words.
Originally, they wouldn’t be afraid of those people behind the scenes, are a few people more terrifying than the Evil Spirit Universe?
It’s just that she is worried that once those people know she and Qian Jiyun are back, they might hide again, making it ti-consuming to track them down.
"Mom, you must keep your promise."
Qian Yinuo tilted his little head, looking at his mom.
"When have I not kept my promises?"
An Jiuyue raised her hand and lightly pinched her son’s nose. This little guy doesn’t trust his mom?
"Go play with your brothers. Mom and Daddy have so things to discuss."
"Okay."
Qian Yinuo nodded and went off to play with his brothers.
"Jiuyue, I’ll go out first."
Qian Jiyun didn’t plan to stay in the tent all the ti; he wanted to see if there was anything he could discover outside.
"Alright."
An Jiuyue nodded.
She was also thinking of going to find her two sons. She wondered what they look like now; she missed them dearly.
"I’ll go find Zheng’er and Rong’er." she said.
...
On the other side, in the North Desert Camp.
Old Lin returned with a basket filled with fruits, which surprised the guards in the camp.
"Old Lin, you’re amazing, buying so many fruits. When did Gong Cheng beco so generous this ti?" a guard chuckled as he approached, reaching out to grab so of the fruits.
Old Lin quickly dodged his greedy hand with the basket, "Get away, get away, don’t touch. I worked hard to get these!"
"Don’t be so stingy. With so much, I just want one."
The guard continued to chuckle, not getting upset, and still attempted to grab a fruit, but Old Lin wasn’t having it.
"You take one, he takes one, and with just this basket, will there be any left?"
It wasn’t easy for him, having to serve a little ancestor, and now these people wanted to take advantage. Did they think these fruits fell from the sky for free?
"The Little Prince is waiting. If you eat the fruits, should I tell him you ate them? If you can handle it, then go ahead and take so."
As he spoke, he generously pushed the basket toward the guard.
"Uh."
The guard was left speechless.
Although he wanted to have a fruit to satisfy his craving, if that little ancestor found out, he wouldn’t get away with it lightly, nor gain any advantage.
Even if he was considered an old-tir in the camp, once he returned to the planes, he was just a small fry, still subject to the whims of that little ancestor.
So it’s best not to provoke that little ancestor if it can be helped.
"Alright, I won’t eat then, but Old Lin, when did Gong Cheng beco so generous? Giving you so many fruits?"
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