The Prodigal Son Reborn

Within a few minutes, an irregular open space with an area of ​​about 30 square meters appeared in the field of vision of the five people.It is said to be an open space, but it is actually a place with relatively few bushes.

After carefully scanning with mental power, Xia Mo said, "There is no abnormality nearby, so it should be safe."

Chen Qie took the lead, pushed the weeds away with a wooden stick, and cut a path.

Zhang Li walked to the center of the open space, looked around, and said regretfully, "If it's night, we can camp here."

Lance found a relatively clean place to sit down, raised his head, his light golden hair naturally spread out, exuding a soft light, "Didn't the emperor say that you want to eat well? Chen Qie, go catch a prey, Shouldn't we eat some meat too? Otherwise, Brother Huang and you will all starve to death."

Chen Qi heard the words and left silently.

Randall stood still less than 2 meters away from Xia Mo. In this way, the sweet smell that had been tempting him became more intense. He stared at Xia Mo's arm, which was very slender. Both arms can be easily held with one hand.His skin is very delicate, with a healthy pink glow. If there were no horizontal red marks, these hands would be extremely beautiful.

Extremely beautiful? !

Randall frowned imperceptibly. This was the second time he lost his composure today. What happened to him?

Xia Mo was originally happily listening to the conversation between the three in the open space, when he accidentally saw Randall staring at his arm and frowning, his heart ached, was it because he disliked him as a burden?He quietly hid his arms behind his back, and the smile on his mouth gradually faded away, and finally, even his head drooped.

He doesn't want to be a burden.

Especially don't want to be a burden to Randall.

He has always wanted to become stronger, but at this moment, this idea has become stronger than ever.

Randall looked down at the little head in front of him. The thin hair was soft and black, and the slender neck became whiter.In his impression, Xia Mo is similar to his younger brother Lance, short in stature, out of character, lively and outgoing, and attractive, but what happened to his melancholy appearance now?

"Are you uncomfortable?" Randall said.

"Huh?" Mo Xia was stunned, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that Randall was talking to him, "I, I'm not feeling sick."

Randall looked at him fixedly, only Xia Mo's hasty and far-fetched smile in his icy blue eyes, he slowly shifted his gaze from that delicate face to his injured arm, "Uncomfortable?"

"It's actually okay." Xia Mo hid his arms behind his back, "I can endure hardship." After saying this, he was afraid that Randall would not believe it, so he added: "Really!"

Randall ignored him, and tore off his two sleeves with two "stabs".

Xia Mo hurriedly asked, "What are you doing?"

"Hand." Randall said.

"what?"

"Get your arm out."

"I……"

"take it out."

Randall, who couldn't hold back the strength, slowly stretched out his hand at the end of Xia.

Randall lowered his head slightly and wrapped the strip of cloth around Xia Mo's arm. His movements were so gentle that Xia Mo couldn't feel his strength.

"If there is plaster, you can rub some on the wound. But now time is tight, and Lance won't be able to get the wound medicine for a while, so he can only make do with it."