"Did you hear the sound of a deer?"
Zheng Qing instinctively tightened his grip on the charm gun, looking around cautiously into the dense darkness, as if at any moment a grim-faced sharp fork would come crashing from the shadows, with glaring scarlet eyes.
"No, it didn't!"
Jiang Yu raised her voice slightly, interrupting Zheng Qing's erroneous topic, while glaring fiercely at the black cat before unscrewing the cap of another opaque wide mouth bottle: "... Speaking of light, I just happen to have some herbs candles in my bag that might come in handy."
The black cat slurped the last bit of wine from its cup, then silently shrunk smaller, turning its head away, pretending not to see the witch's glance.
The witch, with a stern face, tapped the wide mouth bottle with her finger.
