1038: Meeting an Old Friend

Meeting an Old Friend

Duan Siren looked at the still-standing Fan Qiuming. "Big Brother Fan, we won't be able to finish all of this, so sit down and eat too."0

Fan Qiuming also sat down, but when he saw that Hong Bawei kept staring at him, he also found it embarrassing to just start eating like this. Hence, he also took out a small bag of grain from his inner world and handed it to Duan Siren. "Thank you for your trouble."

"It's fine, everyone is in the same team, so we ought to help each other out." Duan Siren nodded before sighing in worry.

Not only was it like this at home, it was like this in the team. As a matter of fact, she hoped that everyone could simply get along well.

After all, they were all from the Mo Kingdom, so they should unite as one against those from the other kingdoms in the secret realm to vie for its treasures, right!

What to do later on if they couldn't even get along now?

Sigh, also, it would be even better if the crown prince consort could help her persuade Fourth Brother.

But unfortunately, every time she mentioned Fourth Brother, the young crown prince consort was sure to send her a stabbing gaze!

She felt that this unruly and rash little lady would not only not help her persuade him, the little lady might even pour oil on the fire and actively help Fourth Brother wipe out their clan's troublesome elder brothers.

A faint distress lingered about in her heart.

After waiting for the two people to finish eating, Duan Siren then quickly cleared the table.

Meanwhile, Qiao Mu and Little Sixth Zheng hadn't walked far when they saw Qin Susu and Dou Fengchi catch up.

"Those people should be able to arrive by today. Even if they don't, we can't wait anymore. We have to prepare to enter the forest tomorrow," informed Qin Susu.

Qiao Mu didn't have any objections, and they walked towards the entrance to the adventurer base.

Yet before they could get to the entrance, they heard an excited shout from afar. "Younger Sis!"

The princess of the Southern Xiao Kingdom, who was dressed in a crimson equestrian suit and high-legged riding boots, dashed over to Qiao Mu.

That enthusiasm was truly like she had seen her own sister that was related to her by blood.

Ah no, perhaps Princess Mi wouldn't necessarily appear so enthusiastic even if she did see her own blood sister.

Blinking her eyes, Qiao Mu looked at the ecstatic Princess Mi, who had run up to her in the blink of an eye. "Princess Mi."

"What Princess Mi! Didn't we agree long ago that you would call me Sister Mi, and I would call you Sister Xiao Qiao, hahahaha!" Disregarding everyone else, Princess Mi hopped forward and hugged Qiao Mu while patting her back. "Younger Sis! We haven't seen each other for a good few years! I really am overjoyed to bump into you here today."

Qiao Mu nodded.

As Xiao Mi hugged her shoulders, she brandished her hand valiantly. "Let's go! Sis will treat you to a meal!"

The personal royal guard following behind Xiao Mi involuntarily twitched his mouth. "Princess, it is still early right now, not yet lunchtime."

On the side, Dou Fengchi also rolled her eyes and exclaimed sarcastically, "Goodness, it really is a several-day tour to the Mystic Beast Forest! One crown prince consort isn't enough, and now there's some princess too."

She didn't believe that there wasn't a more gifted young girl that was less than 20 years old in the entire Southern Xiao Kingdom.

Wasn't it all the selfishness of the people in power, that they must squeeze their children into this trip to the secret realm? After all, their children would be reaping benefits at the same time as they were training.

Their Mo Kingdom's old king also wanted to squeeze his children in, but unfortunately, the twelfth prince liked to play around. How was he willing to be locked up for a month inside the secret realm?

As for the princesses, it was either that their mother consorts prohibited them from going for fear of accidents, or it was that their talent was too poor so they simply couldn't go at all.

If it were not so, then the eight great patrician families would have to concede at least two quotas.

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