This person seems to be unable to save him.

Before I arrived in Xicheng, I encountered this scene first. Perhaps I had some premonition in the dark, and I always felt that behind this matter was not very simple.

I don’t know what the weather is like this year.

It is clearly early winter, but the continuous rain in late autumn always seems to be gone, drizzling.

Because of this, the road became even more difficult to walk, and Zhao Wanxi and others were once again wet by the rain.

The bridge collapsed, and the plan to cross the river and go to Xicheng could only be changed again. Since I agreed to save the person, I had to settle down for the time being.

The original itinerary was naturally affected.

But it's already like this, and it's helpless.

Two people were sent to explore the new road. After looking at the topographic drawings, Huang Qi led the way, and clamped the soldiers and generals of unknown origin to the nearest village to temporarily resettle and rescue people.

The bearded man surnamed Xie was too seriously injured and should not be moved, so Zhao Wanxi simply gave the carriage to him.

The other horses also ran away when the refugees were dispersed, and the rest could only walk, so she walked side by side with Leng Junao.

At first, they were still relatively high, but as they walked, they didn't know when they fell behind. When Zhao Wanxi came back to her senses, they found that except for her and Leng Junao, everyone else was in front.

It is more than a dozen steps away from them.

It was drizzling, and everything was blurry, but the person around him had extremely clear eyebrows and eyes.

Holding an umbrella with one hand, she protected her body, and except for the muddy soles of her feet, she didn't get any rain.

There were dense muffled sounds above his head, and her hand was held in his empty hand, slightly warm.

Seeing that she finally came back to her senses, Leng Junao raised her thin lips slightly, and a doting smile came over.

"But what happened? I was so trance-minded that I didn't walk well, and I wasn't afraid of being thrown."

It is better to say it is indulgence than to say it is a complaint. Upon hearing this, Zhao Wanxi bit her lip naughtyly, and then shook her head.

"I'm not afraid, you are here."

As he said that, he deliberately shook the hands of the two holding each other.

After finishing, his tone paused and hesitated a little.

"As for what I'm thinking... I didn't want to say for the time being, because I'm not sure yet. But now..."

With his eyes, Zhao Wanxi showed her fear and defense clearly at the men surrounded by Huang Qi and others.

"Since things have changed temporarily, I think maybe you can help you with an analysis and pay attention to it."

It’s just that others are. As the real backbone, Leng Junao is definitely the most powerful helper in terms of intelligence or strength.

Leng Junao only felt that this unconscious flattery was extremely helpful.

"It's still my Xier who is smart and knows who should trust the most at critical moments. Let's talk about it, I'll listen."

"Show up."

A typical rhythm of a dyeing shop can be opened by giving some colors.

He glanced at him coquettishly, and Zhao Wanxi was serious and soon expressed her previous doubts.

"Do you still remember the few powerless refugees before? They obviously looked different, but I have been diagnosed with it. It is definitely not a plague or an ordinary illness.

Even on the surface, there seems to be no major problem except for lift failure.
Chapter completed!