C632 The Ripped Cloth Armor(2)

Just as Qian Xiaopang was sleeping soundly, the flap of the tent was suddenly pulled open a corner, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone into the tent along this corner.

Standing in front of the tent, Huo Qubing looked at Qian Xiaopang, who was sound asleep in the tent. After a while, he lowered the curtain, turned his head to look at Zhou Hsing, and with his hands behind his back