Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3263: Though Unremarkable in Appearance

This darkened weapon appeared nearby. It would take some time to know if it was following them.

It might also cause trouble; darkening was a disease that spreads.

Ning Shu withdrew some spiritual consciousness and left it around the surroundings to keep an eye on things.

Then she focused on cultivation, absorbing the celestial star energy.

The celestial star energy in her dantian grew more and more, and the scattered stars in her dantian also began to increase.

Ning Shu didn’t know how to use this power or which direction her Unsurpassable Martial Arts would develop.

In any case, it felt stranger and stranger.

Ning Shu felt she had found a treasure; though unremarkable in appearance, it had always been by her side.

It had always been her support.

Crossbow Lar took off his coat and draped it over Ning Shu, then vigilantly watched the surroundings for danger.

Mei Ziqing sat by the fire for a while, lost in thought, poking the fire with a dry twig.

The firelight flickered over her face.

After sitting motionless for a while, she finally tossed the twig into the fire and went into the tent.

Ning Shu opened her eyes, sat up, and stared at Mei Ziqing’s tent.

“Nicole, what’s wrong?” Crossbow Lar saw Ning Shu awake and asked, “Do you need to pee?”

Ning Shu: …

“No, I was sleepwalking.”

Ning Shu lay back down.

“Then go sleep in the tent,” Crossbow Lar said. “The dew outside is heavy.”

“We don’t have a tent,” Ning Shu said, unconcerned. The tent was set up by Mei Ziqing’s weapons.

They didn’t make one for her.

Since the moment they set out, Mei Ziqing had seemed distracted.

She often spaced out.

“Go squeeze in with your friend,” Crossbow Lar said. Without waiting, he reached out and lifted Ning Shu high, then jumped down, carrying her to Mei Ziqing’s tent.

Ning Shu: …

Why did Crossbow Lar like doing this? He always lifted her high up like she was a child.

“Can I come in to sleep?” Ning Shu said, lifting the curtain and squeezing in with Mei Ziqing.

Ning Shu asked Mei Ziqing, “What’s wrong?”

Mei Ziqing’s voice was muffled in the darkness, “Nothing.”

Ning Shu frowned; Mei Ziqing was actually crying.

Since meeting Mei Ziqing, Ning Shu had never seen her like this.

Ning Shu hesitated over whether to ask or not.

Forget it, she wouldn’t ask. If she doesn’t want to say, then she doesn’t want to say.

Since she was already crying, it must be something painful. Talking about it would be like ripping open the wound.

Ning Shu turned over, her back facing Mei Ziqing.

Through scanning with her spiritual consciousness, Ning Shu could clearly see Mei Ziqing’s expressions and whether she was shedding tears.

But Ning Shu withdrew her spiritual consciousness and closed her eyes to sleep.

When she woke, no one was beside her. She stepped out of the tent and saw that Mei Ziqing was already preparing breakfast.

Ning Shu walked over and sat beside Mei Ziqing. She noticed Mei Ziqing’s eyes were a bit red.

So last night wasn’t her misperception; Mei Ziqing really cried.

Mei Ziqing’s five weapons wandered nearby. None of them noticed anything wrong with Mei Ziqing.