Three soldiers approached Yang Fei, coming to a stop right where he was hiding.

Nuannuan watched from afar, her heart pounding.

Taking out a small squad of three wasn't too difficult, but doing so without alerting the main force was extremely challenging.

At that moment, Yang Fei suddenly jumped out, a black shadow moving swiftly, like a wisp of dark smoke, with a very faint light flashing by.

The three soldiers remained standing where they were, while Nuannuan clearly saw Yang Fei dart to a nearby sand dune, concealing himself again.

A few seconds later, the bodies of the three soldiers collapsed softly to the ground, their throats and vocal cords severed, with blood spurting wildly.

Nuannuan's mouth gaped open in shock.

She was skilled in Martial Arts too, but thinking about Yang Fei's fierce and lightning-fast strike still made her shiver all over.

At such speed and with this kind of attack, even Nuannuan herself wasn't confident she could evade Yang Fei's assassination.

His speed was too fast, surpassing the reflex speed of ordinary human neural arcs.

Not long after, Yang Fei crept back, tossing Nuannuan a military uniform and gun, whispering quietly.

"Put on these clothes, we'll blend in with the enemy and escape."

The uniform still had traces of blood left on it.

Just thinking about the fact that this outfit was stripped from a dead body made Nuannuan feel nauseous.

However, Nuannuan wasn't squeamish.

She knew clearly that taking advantage of the darkness to blend in and silently escape was the best plan.

The enemy's uniform was meant for men, so it was inevitably oversized for her, but at this point, she couldn't worry about that.

The trouble was, Yang Fei's eyes kept staring at Nuannuan, urging her to change clothes quickly.

Nuannuan felt a little awkward; although young, she was still a girl of a certain age.

There wasn't time to think much when fleeing and brushing against Yang Fei, but changing clothes in front of him made her feel shy.

Seeing Nuannuan hesitant, Yang Fei grew anxious.

"Change your clothes, hurry, or else they'll start suspecting us."

Nuannuan bit her lip, murmuring in embarrassment.

"You're not turning around, how am I supposed to change? Watch out for getting sore eyes."

Yang Fei chuckled, treating Nuannuan like a child, surprised at the thoughts of this little girl.

Conceding, he turned around.

"Alright, alright, I'm not looking. What's a little kid like you fussing about when you haven't even grown yet?"

Nuannuan pouted, glanced at her underdeveloped chest, and huffed defiantly.

"How can you pacify the world with a flat chest? You're old, Uncle."

With that, she smoothly took off her dress and put on the military uniform.

Yang Fei laughed: "That's the most refreshingly unique reason I've heard about a flat chest, don't worry, Uncle's not interested in kids."

Yang Fei was over a dozen years older than Nuannuan, so in her anger, calling him Uncle was quite fitting, and Yang Fei instantly took a liking to the title.

While struggling to adjust the uniform, Nuannuan looked at Yang Fei with disdain.

"I've seen women with big breasts and big butts before; what's there to see? You men are so vulgar."

Yang Fei was amused by her, and just as he was about to speak, someone started shouting loudly in the local language from afar.

It was the squad leader, calling everyone back after a fruitless search.

A couple of minutes later, Yang Fei and Nuannuan quietly rejoined the search squad.

Nuannuan stayed silent, pretending to have a stomachache, hiding behind Yang Fei.

The dagger in Yang Fei's sleeve was heated by Essence Qi.

Outwardly calm, he'd already activated all his Gang Yuan Qi, ready to slaughter over ten people in an instant if anything seemed amiss.

Fortunately, under the hazy moonlight, the squad leader noticed nothing unusual, calling everyone to retreat.

More than ten minutes later, Yang Fei and Nuannuan had sneaked past the enemy's blockade line, heading southeast towards the depths of the Great Desert.

Having finally escaped the enemy's encirclement, Nuannuan relaxed considerably.

She plopped down on a soft sand pile, moaning: "Finally got away, my legs and waist are about to break."

As she spoke, she pouted, blowing air cautiously over her leg.

The trousers of the camouflage suit were too bulky for Nuannuan.

Rolling up the pants leg made her calves appear long and slender like scallions, delicate and refined.

Seeing her pout and blow air, Yang Fei couldn't help but chuckle.

This girl looked cunning and unruly, yet she was essentially just a kid.

The smell of blood on herself made Nuannuan glare at Yang Fei.

"Turn around, Miss is going to change clothes."

Yang Fei chuckled and walked away with large strides.

The night was deep now, with just the two of them, and Nuannuan felt peculiar.

Watching Yang Fei walk away, she waited until she was hidden behind a sand dune to change clothes.

Soon, Yang Fei was back, having picked some berries with a tint of red and tossed them to Nuannuan.

"I found an oasis ahead, we can rest there, get something to eat, and set off at dawn."

Nuannuan had changed into a Nordic-style outfit—high-waisted vest, adorned with jingling trinkets, vibrant in color.

Her sun hat was woven from various colorful feathers, making her look like a dazzling Little Flower.

Yang Fei sighed as he looked at her outfit.

"Women are so troublesome. How do you plan to flee wearing that?"

Nuannuan rolled her eyes: "Mind your own business, how boring you are; a man like you is destined never to marry."

Yang Fei laughed: "Sorry, Uncle has eight if not ten wives, so you just happened to say wrong."

Nuannuan's expression turned grim as if something unpleasant crossed her mind.

"Pah! Are they as good-looking as me? As young as me?"

Yang Fei shook his head, choosing not to bicker with this little girl, striding toward the front.

"Let's go, there's an oasis ahead where we can rest."

Nuannuan followed, persistently: "Uncle, you still haven't answered my question!"

Yang Fei waved his hand dismissively, ignoring her, heading forward.

Nuannuan stood there, fuming, watching Yang Fei walk away, then plopped onto the ground.

"Uncle, Uncle, I can't walk anymore."

Yang Fei turned back, seeing Nuannuan sitting brazenly on a sand pile, a mix of amusement and helplessness.

"Weren't you just running wildly? How come you suddenly can't walk?"

Nuannuan grunted, her face expressionless.

"Sudden internal injury, what's wrong with that? Can't my legs break?"

Her "it's up to you" expression gave Yang Fei a headache.

Suddenly, he pointed to where Nuannuan sat, exclaiming: "Scorpion, a poisonous scorpion!"

Nuannuan cried out in alarm, springing forward like a spring, avoiding it and simultaneously turning to look.

"Where? Where's the poisonous scorpion?"

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