"Nian Bing, may I come in?" Feng Nu's voice came from outside the tent.
The single-person tents used by the Mercenary Group are small, only enough to accommodate one person lying flat. Hearing Feng Nu's voice, Nian Bing quickly sat up, "Come in."
The tent flap went up, and Feng Nu stepped in and sat down. Her pink hair resting on her shoulders highlighted her stunningly beautiful face, making her incredibly attractive. Thinking about how he had held this perfect body in his arms, Nian Bing couldn't help but feel warm inside, "Feng Nu, did you need something?"
Feng Nu looked worried, "Nian Bing, things aren't looking good!"
Nian Bing gave a faint smile, "You should tell me now what that race is, right?"