Because it had rained, the firewood was wet and it took a while to light.
“You all sit over here and dry your clothes, otherwise you will easily catch a cold.” Issac said to several people.
Several people came over and sat either on the rocks, or on the firewood, or on the stakes, all fell into silence.
Myron felt the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he took the initiative to talk to Anthony.
Vivian hanging head looking at the burning crackling firewood, heavy heart.
After the crowd entered the mountain, in order to avoid taking the same road, it was arranged for seven or eight different directions into the mountain entrance.
She left a mark for Morris along the way, but didn’t expect it to rain and wash away all the marks.
Morris, will she still be able to find her without any problems?
“Ha~”
Myron yawned, “Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy, have to catch up tomorrow.”
Anthony took a meaningful look at Vivian, got up and went to his tent.
“The two of you sleep, I first duty. lucas, the second half of the month you again duty.”
Issac took the initiative to take the first half of the night duty.
After all, Anthony and Myron are both princes, Vivian is a girl, can not let her keep watch.
“Good.” Lucas got up and limped back to his tent.
After the three people each into their own tent, zipped up, Issac then raised his eyes and Vivian look at each other, “You also hurry to go to rest, there is my night duty, you all sleep at ease.”
The meaning of the words: I will guard you, will not let you ident.
Vivian pursed his lips, slightly jawed, went to sleep.
Because there arepressed cookies in the backpack, the crowd only atepressed cookies for dinner, and the night vision is limited, can not hunt, no way to ‘add meals’.
No other food to eat,pressed cookies is thest option.
Lying in the sleeping bag, Vivian closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
At least now there is Issac beside her, she is at ease.
I don’t know how long she slept, Vivian keenly felt her sleeping bag moved.
She raised her hand and fished a dagger out from under her pillow and held it still.
Gradually, the sleeping bag was pulled open, and someone got in.
Sensing the person getting closer, Vivian grabbed the person’s clothes and pinned them to the ground, holding the dagger against the person’s face and lowering her voice, “Who?”
“It’s me!”
The man spoke in a small voice.
Vivian then withdrew the dagger and asked in a deliberately small voice, “Issac, what are you doing?”
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Vivian did not ask the reason.
She could understand with her toes that Issac wanted to rece the tent with her to protect her from danger.
“No!”
Vivian refused sharply.
She owed Issac too much and could not let Issac take the danger for herself and be in the front.
“Deborah Baron has gone to great lengths to create new rules of the game to get rid of you and Morris, and I advise you not to be too confident.”
It’s a single tent, but it’s really just a sleeping bag.
Issac entered the tent, Vivian kneeling aside, one hand grabbed her cor, one hand propped up next to his forehead, talking for fear of being overheard, so close to each other, it seems a little ambiguous between the two.
This narrow space, and because of the thin clothing, you can almost feel each other’s body temperature.
Issac had thought about being so close to her, but at the moment, his mind was free of evil thoughts, all of them were concerned about her.
“That’s why I can’t let you die!” Vivian said back.
“In that case, I … have a proposal.”
“What proposal?”
Vivian asked.
Now, in turn, Issac was a little hesitant.
He hesitated for a few seconds and said, “The tent colors for men and women are blue and pink. You are the only woman in our group. If those people want toe to kill you, is not into your tent can get rid of you. The best way is …”