After a mouthful of hot soup, the fatigue seemed to have dissipated a lot.
"Huh... alive." Zhao Ren fell to the ground with satisfaction, looked at the setting sun in the sky, and closed his eyes.
"Who would have thought that this instant noodle could still have a fragrance? Did you specially mix this seasoning?" Yang Ming looked at Liora, his eyes full of doubts.
Liora did not answer, but just looked at the sky in the distance, where the night was getting darker, her eyes as quiet as the deep sea.
The dusk dyed the sky crimson, smoke rose, and the air was filled with the smell of instant noodles and blood. The bodies of the insect tide had not yet cooled down, and the residual heat was still there because of Shen Haoran burning all the bodies, but people's hearts had calmed down.
In this quiet and peaceful atmosphere, Liora suddenly spoke.
Her voice was not loud, but she caught everyone's attention. "You... why have you been following us?"
