When Ethan struggled to wake up from his dream, there was still a faint sour smell in his mouth. Marcus beside him was much calmer, sleeping soundly while holding Ethan's arm, and the faint blood scab on his lips had also faded.
In the cave, the resting places for men and women were more than ten meters apart, and there was a soundproof spiritual wall clearly dividing them. Yuan Ruzhuo and Zoe, who were sleeping closer to the inside, were still hugging each other and sleeping peacefully by the fire, but all the other people who had stayed in the cave had disappeared.
Ethan turned "Idle Pen" into a wine jug and gulped down the wine from the dome-shaped spout. After he had controlled the sour air in his mouth, he stood up quietly, intending to see where the others had gone.
Realizing that the person beside him was about to leave, Meng Zhongguang murmured softly in his sleep, and greedily wrapped his right arm tightly, his eyes half open, half asleep and half awake, looking at Ethan: "...Senior Brother..."
Ethan patted his cheek and said, "I'm going out for a walk, not far away."
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