Next to the camp is the arena usually used by soldiers to have fun and compete.
Ye Siming held Gu Nuo'er and had no place to go, so he simply put her on the table and sat on it.
This time, he raised his eyes slightly and saw the little guy's round and white face.
Gu Nuoer was still thinking about what Ye Siming said just now.
She lowered her eyelashes, her eyes shining like stars.
"Brother Siming, so you went to beat the bad bandits to tears first, and then turned back to save Uncle Bai Yi?"
Ye Siming folded his arms and leaned against the ring, smelling the sweet scent of the little guy brought by the wind, and raised his eyebrows noncommittally.
Gu Nuoer's pink lips were waxy: "Wow, you are so amazing. The uncles were all injured so badly, but you are not okay at all!"
Ye Siming pondered deeply and suddenly raised his right hand.
"Actually, it's still hurt."
Gu Nuoer's face was startled, and she quickly held his hand with two small white claws to check.
"Where is it!"
Ye Siming pursed his thin lips, as if he wanted to smile, but the curve he had just raised was suppressed by him.
He coughed twice and said solemnly: "Blow on it, maybe it will be fine."
But Gu Nuoer tilted his head and didn't see where the wound on his right hand was.
Finally, after the little man persevered and looked carefully, he finally found it!
There is a very shallow and inconspicuous small cut on the side of the palm.
It seemed like it was torn somewhere.
More like being scratched by a branch!
A trace of confusion appeared on the little guy's pink face: "Brother Siming, is this also called an injury?"
Those who are dripping with blood like Uncle Bai Yi are injured!
Ye Siming's eyes were dark, as if they were shining with an unsheathed sharp blade.
His voice was cold: "Because it hurts, it's considered injured."
Gu Nuoer blinked.
The little guy was convinced by Ye Siming.
If it hurts, just scream!
She held Ye Siming's hand, blew air through her small mouth, shook her serious little head, and her fluffy little hair hung playfully on her forehead.
Add a touch of cuteness and playfulness to Gu Nuoer.
Ye Siming smiled elegantly.
It was scratched by a branch when he was picking fruits. Later, when he fought the bandits, he was not injured at all.
Ye Siming stretched out his fingers to wipe away the dust on Gu Nuoer's nose. His movements were very slow, as if he was afraid of hurting the little white tofu figure.
Despite this, the little guy still covered his nose and hummed aggrievedly.
Gu Nuoer is already delicate, but she was bumped again today, and now the tip of her nose still hurts!
Ye Siming frowned, with a hint of distress in his eyes: "What on earth did you do, drill a hole?"
The little guy looked around, covered his lips with his little hand, and said quietly: "While staying at my grandpa's house, I discovered a shocking secret!"
Later, Gu Nuoer whispered and told Gong Yufei everything about her discovery of the dragon robe.
She put her hands on her hips proudly: "There must be some bad guys who want to bully grandpa or my mother. If Nobao doesn't catch them, I'll give them a good beating!"
Gu Nuoer waved his fist, but Ye Siming wrapped it up and held it in his palm.
He frowned and said solemnly: "You don't need to do anything, I will do it when the time comes."
"No! Brother Siming, I have to teach this bad guy a lesson myself. Hmm, just wait and see, Nobao is not weak either!"
At night, in the camp, Bai Yi slowly woke up.
His throat was dry and burning, and he called softly: "Water..."
Mrs. Bai fell asleep lying on his back. After hearing this, she quickly sat up.
"Sir, are you awake? Do you want some water? Wait."
She helped Bai Yi drink a glass of water. Bai Yi's eyes were tired and bloodshot: "Where's Siming?"