A Good Fire

As the three of them walked in the darkness, Huaqian asked: "Just the three of us?"

The Crown Prince also wanted to ask if they had sent 2,000 people to rob their food, but there were only three of them.

"Wouldn't it make the three of us even more infuriated if we cut off their rations?"

Huaqian thought that it was true too.

"That's right, none of the two thousand of them were able to take away our provisions. We only have three people, and if we take away their provisions, they will definitely be angered to death."

Jing Mo said, "But there's only the three of us, what should we do? After all, you can't possibly burn down all the food and materials, right? "

"We are not the people who waste food."

"Aiyo, my good brother, don't keep us in suspense. Speak."

Huaqian's appetite was caught by Yang Dingchu.

Yang Dingchu patted the flames below him, "When the time comes, it will all be up to us."

"It?" What can a horse do? "