On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Mr. Mo was resting with his eyes closed. There were several braziers in the cave and a thick quilt on the stone bed, so it was not cold.

But he shouldn't be in a place like this.

According to the plan, he should use the alien to capture Yan Ruyu and interrogate her. With Yan Ruyu in his hands, Huo Changhe, Youcheng, and even the entire Northwest would be under his control.

What a pity, he failed at the last moment. Not only did he fail to capture Yan Ruyu, but Yi Ren also disappeared. He was also injured and almost captured.

However, Mr. Mo was filled with ruthlessness, and it would not be easy to catch him.

He has escaped death many times and is born with a tough life. He will do great things in the future.

God will not destroy him.

There were footsteps outside the cave, and they stopped outside the curtain.

Mr. Mo opened his eyes and heard someone outside the door say, "Can I come in?"

"Come in."

The woman holding the lantern came in, extinguished it, put it aside, and took off her cloak and hat.

Mr. Mo looked at her and said, "You should not go out at night to avoid being seen by others. Shenyuan Temple is now famous, and we cannot let rumors of ghosts spread."

Miss Song touched the bandage on her face and snorted, "They believe in God, so they naturally believe in ghosts."

Mr. Mo didn't want to dwell on this question: "What's the matter?"

"Yes, a man and a woman came today," said Ms. Song, "They have a special smell on them, which is something they use for disguise."

“So, I think they have another identity.”

Mr. Mo's eyes suddenly lit up, and a fierce look flashed across his face: "What kind of man and woman?"

Ms. Song was silent for a moment: "They changed their appearance, and I couldn't see their true appearance."

Mr. Mo felt a little uneasy and whispered, "Could it be Huo Changhe and his princess?"

Miss Song was surprised: "No way? I've seen them, they don't look alike."

"What did they do?" Mr. Mo asked. "Tell me clearly, in every detail."

Ms. Song recounted the whole story while recalling the past. When she mentioned that Ms. Song had a leg injury and Yan Ruyu offered to take her to see an orthopedic doctor, Mr. Mo's face became even gloomier.

"Something's wrong. She's testing you."

"That's fine. My excuse is not bad. I'm sure she didn't see the flaw."

Ms. Song spoke with certainty, but Mr. Mo was not optimistic.

The sensitivity and intuition he had acquired over a long period of time made him feel extraordinary.

"If you're fine, you'd better not show up again," Mr. Mo said quickly, "and don't meet me again. At most, stay in that village for one more night, and then move on."

Ms. Song clenched her hands in her sleeves and said, "It's fine if we don't meet, or we can transfer."

"The key is, when will my face get better and when can I see him?"

Mr. Mo lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "The bones have been straightened. Now we just have to wait for the skin to recover. It will take at most a month."

"As for when to see him, of course I have to wait until my skin heals. Otherwise, do you want to see him like this?"

Ms. Song asked, "But you won't let me come to see you, and you want me to move. What about the medicine I need?"

"Someone will deliver it to you."

"What if you don't send it, or forget, and it's too late?" Ms. Song asked.

Mr. Mo's tone became colder: "If you don't believe me, then wait and see."

"I don't believe you're like this now? I don't believe so many things will happen to you and so many people will die?"

Mr. Mo sat up straight and looked her straight in the eye: "Do you want to settle accounts with me, or do you want to solve the problem?"

Ms. Song lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"For his sake, I will pretend that what happened today never happened. You will do as I say, and I will do what I say, but this is only once. If you talk back or doubt me again, I don't need to tell you the consequences."

Ms. Song clenched her hands even tighter, and her knuckles turned white.

"it is good."

"go out."

Miss Song turned around and picked up the lantern. Before leaving, she asked again, "Did you give him my sachet?"

Mr. Mo had discovered that the sachet was lost a long time ago, but he didn't care at all. In fact, from the very beginning, he hadn't planned to give it away so early.

"Give it."

Miss Song exhaled lightly: "You asked me to give Kong Ming the herbs, and I did."

Mr. Mo said nothing more, and Ms. Song lowered her head and left.

The herbs were given to him? That would be the best.

Mr. Mo sneered silently, with coldness in his eyes.

These people, one or two of them, thought that because he was injured, he was weak and incompetent, and that they could allow him to make whatever conditions they wanted?

It's ridiculous.

A wounded tiger is still a tiger.

Even if the teeth are pulled out, there are still claws.

What's more, he only suffered minor injuries.

These small characters were all worth mentioning. The most urgent thing was that he had to leave quickly. His intuition told him that if he didn't leave, he would be in danger.

The man and woman who broke into the courtyard were definitely not simple people.

Without hesitation, he took out the bone whistle and blew it outside the door.

Soon, three men in black appeared.

"Quick, take me out of here."

One of the three went in to pack up, one looked around vigilantly, and the last one took out a special belt, tied it around Mr. Mo's arms and waist, and then tied him to his back.

After a while, everything was packed up and the three of them, along with Mr. Mo, disappeared into the darkness.

As soon as they entered the woods, the man in black who was left behind said, "There are people here. You go first, I'll cover you."

The two people in front did not stop, and even walked faster, throwing powder as they walked, and layers of poisonous fog gradually spread.

……

Monk Kongming's mind was completely blank. He stared blankly at the little boy lying on the bed with a black face and vomiting blood and dying.

I could hear someone crying, cursing and shouting in my ears.

Coming like a tide.

He could hear it all, yet it seemed as if he could not hear anything.

How could this happen? It's clearly a life-saving herb.

The young woman was so heartbroken that she fainted several times. The young man kept trying to persuade her while crying.

Turning around and seeing his dazed look, I stood up angrily and couldn't help but punch him.

Kong Ming was beaten so hard that he almost fell to the ground. His face was in great pain and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth.

It hurts, it hurts.

Only pain can make him feel that he is still alive.

"Why did you do this?" the young man roared, "I don't blame you for abandoning me and my mother. I don't blame you for becoming a monk and not reuniting with the secular world."

"But why did you want to harm my son?"

"He is your grandson, he is only five years old!"

"Why!"

Kong Ming opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "That is obviously... a life-saving medicine."

He muttered these words, slowly turned around and walked out into the yard, facing the biting night wind.

Go faster and faster.

"That's obviously a life-saving medicine."

He ran all the way to the courtyard.

It was pitch black inside and outside the yard, and there was no one there.

He pushed open the courtyard door, the house door, and the wing room door, but no one was there.

He stumbled and fell countless times.

"That's obviously a life-saving medicine."

He ran to the cave again, and without caring about anything else, he broke in to find out what was going on.

But the inside was empty.

Monk Kongming fell to the ground, feeling that all his strength was gone.

The piece of paper and the herb kept flashing in his mind.

That is obviously a life-saving medicine.

He suddenly thought of the circle drawn by Mr. Mo on the white paper.

It turned out that it was not a sign to give him medicinal herbs.

A circle does not represent perfection or reunion.

It's the end.

It's the end of life.