"Yes." Yang Ping 'an nodded.
When they reached the river.
Xiao ran took out the tent and set it up. Then, he took out the soft bed and placed it inside.
He scratched Zi 'er's nose.
"You rest first, I'll come later."
Zi 'er covered her mouth and laughed. She touched his face and turned around to enter the tent.
"Is there something?" Yang Ping 'an asked curiously.
Xiao ran took out nine heavenly spirit vitality fruits in total. Xiao Wu immediately lost her composure and rushed up to him affectionately, circling him.
The Vermilion Bird couldn't stay any longer and flew out of his right wrist.
As usual, he first took out ten drops of blood essence and handed it over. Then, his pair of bird eyes fell on Xiao ran. His mouth was stupid and he was not very good at talking. Or rather, he was far inferior to Yang Ping 'an's flattery.
This was the only way.