C57 Treating Wounded Soldiers

Qingcheng glared at the gold that disturbed his dreams, before sitting cross-legged on the ground, yawning lazily.

"What's the matter?"

"Nope." The shield that Jin Dian borrowed was placed to one side, sitting on the ground next to Qingcheng, under a tree.

"What the heck, why did you wake me up when you were full?" Qingcheng couldn't help but curse