Surviving in the sandstorm

  He looked up and gazed forward, unable to see clearly into the cave, but he could still make out some things.

  The cave is full of bats, it's unknown whether they live here all year round or temporarily come to the cave for shelter.

  As I walked further forward, the more I discovered that this cave was more spacious and there were more living things inside.

  Seeing him keep walking forward, Jiuyin had no choice but to release his waist and instead grasped the hem of his clothes tightly, closely following behind him.

  He didn't push her away, at least for this moment he still considered her as his own person, even if she was just a female slave, she was his person, and could receive some protection from him.

  It was clear that there were a lot more moving things in the cave, Jiuyin couldn't see them and didn't know what they were. All she could do was grab Feng Chenye's clothes tightly again and follow closely behind him, not daring to be half a step away.

  "You're so timid." Feng Chenye looked down at the small hand clutching his waist, hummed softly, and suddenly raised his right palm.

  A loud "crack" came from a nearby stone wall.

  Jiuyin was startled and quickly leaned back into him: "What's wrong?"

  "Edible things."

  He was really hungry, and not joking with her. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have followed her all the way in.

  This woman has no strength to truss a chicken, wanting her to find food for herself is afraid that he has already starved to death before she comes back, or to say that before she completes the task, she will be eaten by the poisonous snakes and beasts hidden in the cave.

  "Bring back what's past for me." He slightly pushed the woman beside him and commanded in a low voice.

  At this time, Jiuyin didn't dare to leave him for half a step. In the cave, there were obviously many moving things that she couldn't see at all. If she accidentally stepped on a poisonous snake and got hurt, she would bet that Feng Chenye would definitely kick her corpse away with one foot and return by himself.

  "Prince, I can't see." She looked up at his blurry figure, grasping tightly onto the hem of his clothes, refusing to let go.

  Feng Chen's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at her, only to remember that she didn't even have a hint of internal energy and wouldn't be able to see anything inside the cave.

  He was just used to ordering others around and wasn't accustomed to doing even small things himself.

  He pursed his thin lips and walked towards the thing that had fallen, Jiuyin followed closely behind him, step by step, as if she was afraid to be separated from him, like a timid little dog, not leaving his side for an inch.

  Later, Feng Chenye struck out with two palms and knocked down two things that the nine sounds couldn't see clearly. He then picked them up and took her towards the cave entrance.

  Whether it was deep in the cave or near the entrance, everything was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers when you stretched out your hand. Fortunately, Jiuyin found that every time a strong gust of wind blew by, the moon's vague shadow would faintly appear through the sandstorm, and this small world of theirs would also have a hint of brightness.

  Feng Chenye tossed the thing in his hand onto the ground and turned to look at her, saying calmly: "Get something for Ben Wang to eat."

  Jiuyin responded with a sound and didn't dare let him go until they returned here.

  She crouched down and felt around for what he had just hit, soft and smooth, seemingly very long, but didn't know what it was.

  "Your Highness..." She moved her lips, wanting to ask him what had brought him here. At this moment, a gust of wind blew by, and the hazy moonlight shone in. Jiuyin lowered his eyes and took a look...

  When she saw what was in her hand, she suddenly turned pale and threw it away. She didn't know where the thing had been thrown to, and she retreated to a corner of the cave, screaming.

  That shrill voice was so piercing that Feng Chenye, who had already sat down on the ground with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his bright eyes in annoyance.

  He furrowed his brow, looking at Jiu Yin hiding in the corner, and said displeased: "Didn't you hear what I just said?"

  "Snake, it's a snake......" Jiuyin cowered there, staring fixedly at the few black shadows on the ground, too scared to take half a step forward.

  That Feng Chenye is simply a psychological pervert, what's wrong with him, he actually brought back the venomous snake, he was holding it all the way here, doesn't he feel afraid in his heart?

  Even if you're not afraid, don't you feel disgusted?

  Although those few snakes had obviously been killed by him with one palm, but thinking of the snake's smooth and soft appearance, even if there was nothing in his stomach, he felt a wave of rolling in his stomach, which was really unbearable.

  Feng Chenye stared at her, knowing that she was really frightened by those few snakes and not intentionally pretending to be defiant towards him. He actually felt a little helpless.

  Silent, because unhappy; silent, also because helpless and silent.

  After a while, he finally spoke up: "You come to make fire, this king..."

  He paused for a moment, looking down at the three dead snakes on the ground with a hint of helplessness: "I came to deal with this thing."

  "Alright, alright..." Jiuyin hastily nodded and stood up from the ground, preparing to start a fire for him.

  As long as she doesn't mess with those few snakes, it's fine whatever she does.

  But she moved her legs and looked back at Feng Chen Ye, saying anxiously: "Your Highness, there is...there is no firewood here."

  "There is a pile of dry firewood just behind you, bring it over."

  "Oh, okay!" She moved over as if she had just realized something and indeed saw a pile of black shadows stacked in the corner.

  Because of the experience of touching a snake just now, this time she first kicked it with her foot, feeling that the thing was hard and dry, obviously dry firewood. She then bent down to pick up the firewood and put it in the center of the cave, looking at Feng Chen Ye and saying softly: "Your Majesty, I..."

  "Start a fire." Feng Chenye was getting annoyed; did he have to be told even this?!

  But then something even more annoying happened.

  Jiu Yin looked at him with an innocent face: "Your Highness, I don't have a lighter."

  Feng Chen's eyebrows furrowed at night, and his eyes, gleaming with a cold intent, fell on her face.

  Even if she couldn't see his eyes clearly, she could feel the chill that rose from him all over. Jiuyin only then reacted and realized that she might have misspoken. She took a deep breath and hastily explained: "I... I don't know how to start a fire, Your Highness, I don't have any tools for starting fires."

  "There is a stone in the corner."

  He just pretended he couldn't see her, patiently waiting for a final reminder.

  But unexpectedly, Jiu Yin was still looking at him and softly asked: "Stones... how do you start a fire?"

  “……”

  Feng Chenye was thoroughly defeated by her this time!

  He looked down at her uneasy face and said irritably: "You can't even do anything, what does this king want you to do?"

  Her eyes flashed with a hint of anger, and she muttered to herself: "You don't want me? That's for the best. When did I ever ask you to want me?"

  But her face still wore that ingratiating smile, and she said cautiously: "I used to only work in the temple, I've never done these things before, every day I just recite scriptures, pray, and give blessings to warriors, I..."

  "Shut up!"

  Feng Chenye suddenly raised his palm, and with a concentrated inner force, he struck the pile of firewood.

  After that palm strike landed, he didn't immediately withdraw; instead, using his own inner power, he slowly ignited the firewood.

  Jiuyin stood by and watched the whole process, until the fire started, she suddenly came back to her senses, looked up at Feng Chenye's handsome face illuminated by the flames, and exclaimed in surprise:

  "You can actually start a fire like that? You're so amazing! How did you do it? Can you teach me?"

  She was so excited that she almost reached out and took his hand.

  It wasn't until she met his icy gaze that she suddenly came back to her senses.

  The person standing in front is Feng Chen Ye, not Zhan Qing Cheng.

  She's crazy, how could she say something like that to Feng Chen Ye?

  He hastily retreated two steps, lowered his head and said uneasily: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I overstepped."

  Feng Chen Ye merely glanced at Jiu Yin with a faint gaze, then squatted down beside him, picked up one of the snakes that had been struck dead, and lightly slashed its neck with his long fingers. With the tip of his finger pinching the slit snake skin, he suddenly tore it off with a "hiss" sound.

  Together with the big snake's belly contents were pulled down and thrown to one side, long fingers lightly plucked, even the snake head was flicked into an unknown corner.

  He raised his noble eyebrows, staring at the dazed Jiuyin standing beside him, and a faint arc of indifference appeared on his thin lips: "Go to the corner and find a clean wooden stick, roast it."

  Jiǔ Yīn still stared blankly at himself, his brow furrowed in displeasure: "Must I, the king, take action even in this matter?"

  "No, no!" Jiuyin hastily shook her head and ran to the corner, picked up a wooden stick, wiped it clean with her clothes, and then returned to kneel down beside the fire.

  With this pile of fire, the cave suddenly became brighter, although the snake that was stripped of its skin by Feng Chenye really made her feel sick, but she knew that if she didn't do something now, Feng Chenye might get angry and throw her out of the cave entrance.

  What's the use of keeping a female slave who doesn't understand anything by your side?

  After Feng Chenye finished dealing with the remaining two snakes, Jiuyin took out a wooden stick and placed them on the fire pit, slowly roasting them.

  After great difficulty in roasting the snake, she carefully placed it on a wooden rack and handed it to Feng Chenye.

  The snake's head is not small, as big as three, shouldn't he be unable to eat so much?

  Ignoring the woman who was staring at him with a fierce gaze, Feng Chenye casually picked up a large one and started nibbling on both ends.

  Seeing him savoring the food, Jiuyin, who was kneeling beside him, couldn't help but lick her lips and stare at the fragrant roasted snake, her stomach growling loudly.

  She didn't even eat lunch today, now it's already evening, and she's been starving all day, feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

  It seems that Feng Chen Ye has no intention of giving it to her.

  She stared at him as he finished eating the roasted snake, then casually tossed aside the snake skeleton with some remaining meat on it. Her gaze also slowly fell along with the discarded snake bones.

  As Feng Chen Ye took down the second snake from the wooden rack in her hand, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. She lifted up her face, which was stained with dust and sand, looked at him hesitantly for a long time, before finally mustering up the courage to say: "Your Highness, I...I'm also hungry, can I..."

  "Didn't I leave one for you?" Feng Chenye glanced at her, moved his lips, and then ignored her again, picking up his own snake to gnaw on.