Fast Travel Mystery Project

Chapter 227 My Lord General, I'm a Playwright! (fourteen)

Chapter 248

Axi.

When Huo Huo subconsciously called out such an intimate name, he himself knew that reason would be difficult to counteract emotion after all, and what he agreed with in his heart could not be overthrown by a refusal on the face.

Huo Huo thought, forget it, who in this life is not a little presumptuous and willful, he has been cautious for more than 20 years, and let's take a big gamble.

This is the first person who interested him and was willing to be tolerant and patient. He wanted to give the other person and himself a chance to get along with the flow. If the two are happy, then they will be together. Or fine, he doesn't care.

So tenderness crossed mountains and rivers, passed through mixed feelings, and finally appeared on Huo Huo's stiff face, and he said: "A Xi, be good, don't fall asleep, let's go see the doctor."

At this time, the profession of military doctor was not taken seriously. Doctors accompanying the army were roughly equivalent to modern nurses. They were first-class in dressing wounds, but their medical treatment might not be as good as that of civilian doctors.

But he also remembered that Ji Luomao had said that their demons would not get sick, so A Xi was not infected with the disease, so why did he become so weak all of a sudden?

His intuition told him that no ordinary doctor or even an imperial physician could answer him, but he had no choice but to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor, hoping that Ah Xi would be safe.

Huo Huo picked him up and rushed to the nearest medical clinic. The refugees around him had retreated far away when the two of them were exchanging ideas. Shocked by the magnificent momentum, he hesitated for a moment before stopping, watching the two leave in a hurry.

The first close contact between Huo Huo and An Mo did not have the charm of warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, nor the lingering softness of tempered steel wrapped around his fingers. Huo Huo who hugged An Mo had only one thought in his mind: light, too light up.

"Axi, let's talk, don't sleep." Huo Huo looked at An Mo's half-closed eyes and felt anxious. He could only use words to attract her gradually dwindling attention: "Why are you so light? Are they? Didn’t I water you on time? You can point them out when you go back, and I’ll support you, okay?”

As if wanting to give a response, An Mo's eyelashes trembled, and Huo Huo hurriedly said, "A Xi, I know you heard me, so you don't have to blink to respond to me." He was afraid that she would never be able to open her eyes again.

"Ah Xi, aren't you still angry that I threw you on the grain truck? You must hold on and you will be fine after seeing the doctor. Then let you lose your temper, okay?" Huo Huo's steps were fast, but his tone was always gentle. Take it easy and try not to let your emotions affect the other person.

An Mo really wanted to say something to Huo Huo at this moment, not to comfort him that he was fine, nor to express his feelings, but - Huo Huo, you forgot to take my flower pot...

Fortunately, An Mo just can't get out of the surrounding area and won't suffer any harm. With the growth of her cultivation base, this distance has changed from the previous five feet to ten feet. There is an invisible barrier at the border to prevent her from leaving. So when Huo Huo couldn't take the next step no matter what, he finally remembered the key point belatedly: the flower pot!

After resting for a while, An Mo regained a little energy. He was about to say something to comfort Huo Huo, who was walking back when he strode back. His brows furrowed and a weak and anxious voice came out of his throat: "Huo Huo, Come on, someone touched my flowerpot..."

For a moment, An Mo felt that the air around him was about to freeze into ice. Thick anger spread from Huo Huo's body. Huo Huo, who had always been motionless, finally changed his expression and used Qing Kung in a hurry. Rush back to the clearing in the same way.

It's not a very long distance. It's an exaggeration to say that it can be done in the blink of an eye, but it's not an exaggeration to say that it takes a few breaths. When the two arrived, a young man was about to pour out the soil in the pot. A precious flowerpot with ornate carvings.

Huo Huo was still in the air, and a force had already hit the young man's body. He didn't use a heavy hand, but pushed him far away.

The boy sat down on the ground and was a little dazed at first, but then he burst into tears, attracting many people to watch.The young man put the blame on Huo Huo in a few words, saying that the other party was lustful and robbed his family heirloom, and even beat him.

Huo Huo was patrolling the city, he was not wearing armor, ordinary people didn't know his identity, but seeing the fairy who was administering medicine was held in his arms, one or two started arguing.

Some people say that there is no shame in hugging each other in public in broad daylight.

Some people say that the fairy who applied the medicine fainted, and he was saving lives.

Some people say how to save a child's family heirloom?

Some people said that the flower pot belonged to a fairy, not a child.

There are different opinions, and no one can tell the ins and outs, and they all say that they are right.Huo Huo got a headache from the noise, and used his internal strength to transmit his voice to everyone's ears, and shouted loudly, "Quiet!"

Then, he asked An Mo in a low voice with a very contrasting gentle tone: "A Xi, if the soil is poured out, what will you do?"

An Mo replied with strength: "Plants whose growth sites are destroyed will die. I haven't cultivated into a demon yet, so I can't escape." After a pause, she added: "Don't worry, I'm fine, just I'm a little out of strength, so I don't need to see any doctor."

Huo Huo didn't say a word. In the next second, a black shadow flashed by. No one could see how he moved. When he reacted, the young man had already been held by the throat by him, and the woman in his arms was firmly supported by one hand. Body.

Everyone saw the handsome man suddenly smile, but his voice was as cold as the ice and snow in winter: "I'll give you another chance to explain the whole story clearly."

If it wasn't for the strange expression on the child's face, if there was something wrong with An Mo, Huo Huo would have turned him into a corpse long ago.

Even though the boy's life was seriously threatened, he still pretended to be a victim, crying and shouting; Huo Huo's fingers gradually closed, and he was about to pinch the boy's throat, but was interrupted by An Mo at the nick of time: "Huo Huo, Let him go."

An Mo didn't want to ruin Huo Huo's reputation because of himself. He was an innocent person, so why should he be charged with humiliation?
"Let the city lord handle it. I'm tired and want to go back." An Mo felt that his strength was quietly slipping away because of talking so much, and his arms could no longer hold onto Huo Huo's shoulders.

Huo Huo finally stopped, and the boy who was lifted into the air suddenly fell to the ground, panting heavily, and stared at An Mo with an extremely hateful look.

Huo Huo frowned, clenched his hands into fists, and crunched his bones.

An Mo moaned feebly to call back Huo Huo's attention, and then was hugged back into his arms.

The powerful aura directly opened a path among the crowd. Huo Huo picked up the flower pot and led people out of the open space.

"...Juluo cat?" An Mo murmured suspiciously, she seemed to have caught a glimpse of the cat just now.

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