Xiang Ying pretended to crush the sweet potato vines diligently, and under the expectant gaze of Pei Qinglin and the soldiers, fed them to Xiaoqi.
She silently thought to herself.
Xiaoqi, just enjoy it, eating sweet potato vines raw should be harmless.
After pouring down two whole jugs of water, Pei Qinglin finally seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
The soldiers quickly makeshift a simple bed on the ground and lifted Xiaoqi onto it, allowing him to rest comfortably.
Pei Qinglin sat nearby, silently poking at the fire.
He felt some regret.
"The tiger refused to move forward earlier; it must have sensed the danger of the snake pit. If we had left during the day, Xiaoqi wouldn't have been bitten."
The soldiers nearby sat down to comfort him.
Only Xiang Ying stood up, taking Pei Qinglin's sword and walking forward.
Pei Qinglin now had exceptional trust in this "Mr. Wang," believing him to be highly capable and decisive in action.
