I quickly turned my head and looked at Sima Qing, who was chopping bamboo in the distance. Fortunately, luckily, the bamboo tree hadn’t been chopped down yet!

Qian Huiyue, you’d better get yourself dry while Sima Qing is chopping bamboo, otherwise when that kid comes back and sees me like this, he’s not allowed to come over with a flying kick...

I helped Sima Yang arrange the firewood into the shape of a hill. During this period, I couldn't help but look back at the river, which was as deep as a jade mirror. Will something happen to Huxiang?

As if seeing my worry, Sima Yang smiled faintly while lighting the fire. His orange eyes were as bright and clear as the clear sky: "Didn't I tell you? Hu Xiang grew up by the sea since he was a child."

Damn it, if I didn’t tell you earlier, I would have caused people’s worry and blood to flow back into a river![

I let out a big breath, and the heart hanging in my throat finally returned to its original place.

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence, except for the sound of Sima Yang's continuous tapping of flints.

Looking at the sporadic sparks that kept popping up, I couldn't help but wonder: "Sima Yang, can you really start a fire with this?"

It has been burning for a long time, and the hill-like fire has never lit up. If this continues, I am destined to be kicked by Sima Qing, wuwu...
Chapter completed!