Anyway, no one saw him, so Bai Mu squatted in the corner without caring about his appearance, and pondered deeply for a while about the philosophical question of "Is it me who is wrong, or is it the world?"

Finally... I feel hungry...

Thoughts are important, but so is the body.

Bai Mu pressed his belly, stood up, and suddenly stopped before taking two steps.

If I remember correctly, he just attacked and poisoned the protagonist... Bah, he brought food...

Damn it, he didn’t really eat it, did he?!

Bai Mu opened the system map tremblingly, and was horrified to find that Yan Xiao's dot turned yellow again.

Could this be...

...you haven't gotten poisoned yet...do you mean?

He jumped up and ran towards Wu'anhou's mansion.

——Why can’t the protagonist’s attack this time make people calm down for a while?

As Bai Mu ran inside, he once again confirmed with complicated emotions. He didn't know... what kind of relationship he had established with the protagonist.

——Although everyone who saw him was surprised along the way, no one came to stop him.

Is it possible to break into the Marquis Wu'an Mansion if you want?...Obviously not.

Someone even showed him the way...

Bai Mu: "..."

Although he was grateful, he didn't feel happy at all.

Yan Xiao was in a room in the front yard, which was where he usually rested during the day.

But at this moment, there were many people crowded in the room, and they all looked at the couch with heavy eyes.

Lying on it was a bloody man, who could hardly even be called a "human" - his ears had been cut off with a sharp instrument, there were deep depressions under his eyelids, his mouth was slightly open, and the tongue inside was gone...

His body was covered in blood and clothes, and his legs were twisted unnaturally.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, it would be impossible to tell that this was a living person.

Dr. Luo looked at it for a long time, but he had no idea what to do. He shook his head sadly: ...it's hopeless.

This man is their spy lurking in the Huns...

"Tower! Tower!!"

Yan Xiao gritted his teeth and squeezed out these two words.

When Tata returned from defeat this time, Yan Xiao expected that the man would be dissatisfied, but he didn't expect that he would actually send such a "gift".

He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand, and touched the man's only unwounded forehead, "Don't worry... I will... make them pay the price!"

The man who was just holding his breath seemed to have felt something, and he suddenly became excited. It was hard to imagine that a person who was injured like this still had the strength, and he almost fell off the couch.

Yan Xiao quickly stepped forward and hugged the person, not caring that he was covered in blood.

The man opened his mouth and made an "ahhh" sound.

Yan Xiao couldn't help but hug him a little tighter, "It's okay, you're back... you're home..."

The man's "Ah" sound became more and more rapid, and the wounds on his body burst open and blood slowly oozed out.

Yan Xiao suddenly realized something, "Uncle Luo, pen! Paper!!"

But the man couldn't wait any longer, so he straightened the remaining index finger of his right hand tremblingly, and slowly wiped it on the edge next to the couch...

But just as he passed by, something unexpected happened suddenly——

The guard who was standing beside him suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath.

"Brother!!"/"General!"

Yan Ling and the people standing next to him exclaimed at the same time, but they couldn't catch up in time.

Although Yan Xiao frowned, he didn't panic and actually stretched out his hand to pick it up with his bare hands.

But something was faster. A small stone cut a sharp vertical line in the air and hit the wrist of the guard who made the move. The blade was immediately deflected. Taking advantage of this gap, Yan Ling and the other guards joined forces to step forward, without any effort.

It took a lot of effort to subdue the person.

But at the same time, several men in black suddenly appeared outside the window and rushed straight towards Yan Xiao.

Bai Mu didn't expect that he would come over to see if Yan Xiaozhong was not poisoned and that he would be able to catch an assassination.

From the looks of it, one of his subordinates is still betraying him.

Bai Mu: Oh!

He thought that when the protagonist attacks this kind of creature, the tiger's body will be shaken, and the world will come to court... It turns out that there will be betrayal?

And judging from how defenseless Yan Xiao and the people around him were, that person should be quite trustworthy.

Although there are many activities in his mind, Bai Mu's actions are clean and unambiguous. As long as he doesn't match the protagonist's attack and reception, he is still worthy.

I just didn't expect that just as the people over there were dealt with, another group rushed out from the side.

Bai Mu just came out of the palace. He didn't have any sharp weapons on him, but it didn't matter in the end. He broke off a branch and raised his hand to resist with ease.

This kind of thing usually requires being tortured alive. Bai Mu was still weighing the severity of his attack, but Yan Xiao had already jumped out of the window, leaving no room for his moves.

Bai Mu: "..."

He suspected that Yan Xiao did it on purpose...

The attack there was so cruel that blood and flesh were everywhere. Consciously or unconsciously, most people crowded towards him.

Bai Mu almost laughed out loud: Is he being treated as a soft persimmon?

…

This group of people have good martial arts skills and are not afraid of death, but unfortunately they encountered Yan Xiao and Bai Mu, so it didn't take much effort to solve them.

But after all, there were so many people that it took quite a while. After the two of them finished dealing with it and went back, the man on the bed... had long since died.

His fingers only left a meaningless horizontal line on the side of the couch. He was willing to endure such torture, but also wanted to bring back the news... In the end, he failed.

Bai Mu also looked at this man's condition, and his face turned pale. He thought about his final outcome and felt that it would only be worse than this.

A person in the room who seemed to be the guard commander finally arrived belatedly and knelt down to apologize.

Yan Xiao ignored him, but reached out for a white cloth, covered the man's face himself, and said in a deep voice: "Give him a good burial, Aling... you go there yourself."

Yan Ling accepted the order. Before he left, he glanced at Bai Mu, who had a bad look on his face. He seemed to want to comfort him, but this was not a good time to speak. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just lowered his eyes and accepted the order, with a few words.

A guard carefully carried the man's body away.

Yan Xiao pressed his forehead and glanced at the guard commander who was kneeling on the ground, "You go and receive the punishment yourself."

The guard said "Yes" in a deep voice, their armors clashed, and their footsteps gradually moved away. Only Yan Xiao and Bai Mu were left in the room.

Bai Mu was still looking at the pool of blood on the couch and thinking about the tragic situation he would face in the future. When he heard the words "Mu Mu", he didn't realize for a moment that it was calling him.

Until Yan Xiao came closer and hugged him from behind.

Bai Mu almost gave him an elbow with his backhand, but at the critical moment, he finally held back.

"Mumu."

He called again.

Bai Mu's face twitched, and he was debating whether to recognize this disgusting name Bala.

Yan Xiao continued to speak, "He is a mixed-race child. There are many such children in northern Xinjiang... Every time they go to a village or town, they kill all the men and then rape the women..."

"..."

"Aling is... so is he..."

"..."

"Mu Mu, I can't help it..."

"Back then...in the 30th year of Jingze, I was taken to the battlefield by my father for the first time...the Xiongnu went south and had passed Suicheng...my father led troops to resist, and the bloody battle lasted for several months..."

"It was winter, and there was a lot of snow... You haven't seen the snow in northern Xinjiang... you haven't seen it... It's different from the capital..."

"Food and grass are not arriving for a long time, and there are no winter clothes...many soldiers are fighting hungry...hungry and cold..."

"..."

"My father sent several urgent letters asking for help...but there was no reply..."

"..."

"Later, the food and grass finally arrived..." Speaking of this, Yan Xiao laughed, but there was a cold mockery in it, "Do you know... what the food and grass that was delivered looked like?"

The hot breath he exhaled caused shivers on the side of his neck, but no one could have any ambiguous thoughts at the moment.

Bai Mu seemed to know what he was talking about, and later...

"Thanks to later...someone secretly helped me..."
To be continued...