C73 (1/2)

”These are for you, I'll finish them.” After drinking half of the water, he gave the rest to Xiao Meng Han. Seeing Xiao Meng Han's burning gaze, Mo Xiao Ran's face turned hot. He was the one who was boiling the water, he didn't do anything himself. Mo Xiao Ran coughed and turned her head away from Xiao Meng Han's heated gaze.

”The water here is very sweet.” Xiao Meng Han drank all the remaining water in the place where Jing Xiaoxiao left off. He looked at the leaves with a joyful smile on his face. The longer they stayed together, the more he felt that she was a woman he could not let go of.

Her face was hot and silent. She leaned against a big rock and squinted her eyes as she looked at the forest in the distance. She suddenly felt that the city was so far away from her. She felt like she had teleported.

A wry smile appeared on his face as he felt that a woman with a big belly wouldn't be able to cross over.

They didn't walk very far in the afternoon. Mo Xiaoxiao fell asleep, leaning against the large rock as she slept soundly. Her hand rested on her stomach as she slightly knitted her brows.

Xiao Meng Han looked at Jing Xiaoxiao and started to boil some water in the stone trough. He got up and walked to her side and carefully placed her head on his shoulder.

Silent Xiao Ran's body naturally found a comfortable position in Xiao Meng Han's embrace. His aura made her heart calm down.

He closed his eyes and tried his best to engrave the warmth into his heart. He was afraid that this would only be a short, beautiful time, and when he returned to the city, she would once again escape from his side, because she was a normal person and needed to live a normal life, not be with a person like him, who was a Beastman.

Opening his mouth, Xiao Meng Han silently chanted the name Xiao Yan in her heart. Every time she said it, his heart would soften a bit.

The wind blew over the forest, carrying with it the music of the rustling sand. The afternoon sunlight shone on the figures nestling against each other by the river, casting a overlapping pair of shadows.

It was quiet in the forest, and dark waves raged in the quiet forest. Two different groups of people entered the forest without a sound. They were both searching for something, as they headed in two different directions.

When Han Yong found the helicopter, there was only an empty space with no dead bodies, no helicopters, only dried blood on the ground and traces of a messy fight. When Han Yong found the helicopter, there was only an empty space with no dead bodies, no helicopters, only dried blood on the ground and traces of a messy fight.

The leader was a veteran in his thirties, Meng Yizhu. He carefully looked around before raising his head and replying to Han Yong's question with a serious expression, ”Later on, they destroyed the scene a step before us. They were very careful, even the smell of blood was washed away with a special chemical medicine.”

”Not a clue?” Han Yong tightly knitted his brows. Just which faction was it that did this?

Meng One and a half squinted and looked around. He then took out a bottle of something from his bag and said, ”I'll try.”

The other side had destroyed all the clues, but they would still leave some traces behind. Meng Yizhu expanded the scope of her search. A colorless, tasteless water vapor sprayed out from the bottle and landed on the ground. He wore a special pair of glasses. Through the lens, he could see the traces of the liquid that seeped out from the surface.

”Strange, what footprints are these?” Meng Yizhu looked at the huge footprints on the ground and put his foot in it to test it. It was at least half his size.

When Han Yong heard Meng Yizhu's voice, he immediately ran over. He couldn't see anything as he turned around to look at the glasses on Meng Yizhu's face. Meng Yizhu quickly took them off and handed them to Han Yong.

With the depth of the footprint, he must have been carrying Mo Xiaoshan. Han Yong suddenly turned his glasses and sprayed the bottle in Meng Yizhu's hand two meters away from the big footprint. A few rows of even steps could be clearly seen, and the footprint was much clearer than Xiao Menghan's.

Meng Yizhu didn't even need his glasses to see what was going on. He was stunned. Just who was this person that was so cautious? And what was their mission this time? Meng Yizhu looked at Han Yong's serious expression, but Meng Yizhu didn't say anything.