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After treating their wounds, they found a lot of wine and cans, played the most beautiful music, and had a small party in the living room.
Maybe it was to celebrate Bai Xiaolu's narrow escape, or maybe it was because the journey through the desert was coming to an end and they needed a moment of rest, or maybe it was for nothing except a moment of pleasure before the grim reaper caught up to them.
After so many days of trekking side by side, the boundary between them had become blurred. It did not matter whether they were enemies, friends, demons, or underground creatures, masters and slaves, or beasts that were wary of each other. Right now, they were just three people who wanted to survive and were still alive.
Needless to say about the boy and the young man, even the leader of the Gold Teeth Brotherhood put on a sincere smile after he went to the other corner of the wine cellar and fiddled with it mysteriously for a while.