Bazak faced death with equanimity, his eyes were filled with sorrow, and his lips curved upward. He was a handsome young man, but even though he was smiling, his brows were filled with a sense of world-weariness.
At that moment, another dozen men walked towards them, dispersing around Bazak. Some looked bewildered, others angry, some were heartbroken, and others felt their hearts were filled with absurdity.
In an instant, the atmosphere turned bizarre.
Dong Huiying pondered to herself, "Evening, bonfire, men?" She narrowed her eyes, "Sorry, I don't feel very well, let's call it a day."
Afterward, she turned her head and walked towards the felt tent, but Bazak and the others seemed startled and hurried over, trying to hold her back.
But she coldly avoided them.
"Was this Tu Ya's idea? She still hasn't given up?"
These men, led by Bazak, were taken aback for a moment.
Seeing this, Huiying understood.
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