Bazak faced death with equanimity, his eyes were filled with sorrow, and his lips curved upward. He was a handsome young man, but even though he was smiling, his brows were filled with a sense of world-weariness.
At that moment, another dozen men walked towards them, dispersing around Bazak. Some looked bewildered, others angry, some were heartbroken, and others felt their hearts were filled with absurdity.
In an instant, the atmosphere turned bizarre.
Dong Huiying pondered to herself, "Evening, bonfire, men?" She narrowed her eyes, "Sorry, I don’t feel very well, let’s call it a day."
Afterward, she turned her head and walked towards the felt tent, but Bazak and the others seemed startled and hurried over, trying to hold her back.
But she coldly avoided them.
"Was this Tu Ya’s idea? She still hasn’t given up?"
These men, led by Bazak, were taken aback for a moment.
Seeing this, Huiying understood.
Liang Haoming woke up, looked around, and saw that he was the only one in the felt tent.
"Wife, Wife?" He blinked gently and saw Xiao Hua, the butterfly gu, fluttering around him.
He threw off the blanket and stood up, walking out of the felt tent, intending to look for his wife, when he saw someone approaching him.
Tu Ya’s eyes shone, "You’re awake? It seems you’ve rested well!"
Her mood was quite uplifted. This man was particularly to her taste, and somehow, from the first meeting, she inexplicably wanted to get close to him.
She could distinguish that this was a kind of fondness, a strange experience for her.
Therefore, no matter what, she really wanted this man, to keep him in the palm of her hand.
Her lips turned up at the corners.
However, the man didn’t as much as glance at her and passed by her, unfazed.
Tu Ya quickly caught up with the man, "I’m talking to you, why are you ignoring me?"
Liang Haoming frowned imperceptibly.
This woman was noisy, annoying.
Wife, Wife, where are you?
He ignored Tu Ya, searching around for his wife’s figure.
Tu Ya was livid, "That little girl, is she really that good? She looks like a runt, not as tall as me, her chest not as big, her figure not as good, why are you so crazily infatuated with her?"
He turned abruptly, his cold gaze piercing Tu Ya like the icy knives that whipped through the night air of The Outside.
Having spat out those two words, he no longer paid any attention to Tu Ya.
His wife was the best, of the countless women in the world, none deserved to be compared to his wife.
Tu Ya was stunned for a moment, taking a while to comprehend the meaning of Liang Haoming’s "unworthy." She was infuriated, "You really don’t know what’s good for you, utterly foolish! Don’t you know? Alone, you’ll never satisfy her, and if this continues, you will surely die!"
The man paid no heed, completely indifferent.
No matter how much she talked herself hoarse, he simply ignored her.
Until he saw the woman he had been longing for surrounded by a dozen men by the bonfire.
His expression darkened abruptly, and he quickly strode towards them.
Grasping her hand in his, "Wife, Wife?"
Afterward, he looked threateningly at Bazak and the others.
The man’s sinister gaze, like that of a ferocious beast, made Bazak involuntarily step back.
This man’s presence was too overwhelming!
Bazak felt his scalp tingle and a chill run down his spine. His eyes were too cold, filled with murderous intent, making it impossible for Bazak to meet his gaze.