Outside the tent, Xiao Tian couldn't help but widen his eyes. If he had known at the foot of the mountain, he should have bought a bigger tent.
But after all, he had already made a big deal about it, and going back now would only invite ridicule from Ghost Face. So, he began to persuade tirelessly.
"Bingxuan, can you really bear to watch me catch a cold in this freezing weather?"
"Wouldn't it be safer if I stayed with you?"
"I remember who's most afraid of wolves..."
Inside the tent, the two beauties listening to Xiao Tian's incessant chattering couldn't help but smile knowingly.
This kind of weather could even be handled by some entry-level masters, and you claim you'll catch a cold?
Even jokes should be somewhat realistic, right?
After a long time, realizing that the two might have fallen asleep from his nagging, Xiao Tian had to give up his original plan and reluctantly walked towards Ghost Face's crude tent.
