The warm glow glimmered through the gaps in the leaves, dispelling the gloom of the entire night.
Just as Jiang Kaiyuan was about to wake up the two people by the campfire, Jiang Lingxi and Xu Zhao almost simultaneously opened their eyes.
Their eyes were completely clear.
Jiang Lingxi got up, pulled out the arrow still sticking slantingly in the ground, wiped the dirt off the arrowhead, then pulled out the dagger, wiped the dirt off its tip, and tossed it back towards Xu Zhao.
Before Jiang Kaiyuan, who was sitting next to Xu Zhao, could exclaim at the flying dagger, Xu Zhao had already lifted his hand and precisely caught the handle of the dagger, then deftly sheathed it at his waist, "Thanks."
"No problem."
Jiang Kaiyuan: "..."
He paused for two seconds, inevitably sighing, "You two really are something else, one dares to throw, the other dares to catch!"
