avored his mother. Even before becoming emperor, he was a prince and could have her as his woman with just one word. But he couldn't. Only after becoming emperor did he get his way. This means that wh...It's been quite some time since we brought this man back, he hasn't stopped running a fever and his wounds keep getting worse.

And, especially his scars all over his face were starting to rot.

Don't say that only children have nightmares, even these adults when they see this man's face and think about it late at night, will be afraid to sleep.

Well, if they really were poisoned, that's just their fate as brothers.

Mo Yunjing listened to the two brothers' discussion, his eyes gradually sinking.

At this moment, he seemed to recall something. He suddenly raised his hand and touched his rotting face.

Although he had no mirror to see his own face, he could still imagine himself looking hideous and terrifying at this moment. The thought weighed heavily on his heart.

His Tangtang, most liked to stare at his face, but now his face and the two brothers Da Mao and Xiao Mao walked into the hut at this time. Xiao Mao found that the man on the ground was actually staring, hearing their movement as they came in, his deep eyes turned towards the two of them.

His look instantly terrified the two brothers, causing them to fall to the ground.

Little Mao trembled all over.

He had seen this person's inner strength, this man was a martial artist. Although the two brothers were still some distance from him.

But if he really makes a move, both his and his older brother's lives might be forfeit. After all, this man could kill him and his brother with a single palm strike.

Xiao Mao thought of what he had said outside just now, his face turned pale, and he quickly changed his posture to kneeling. His voice trembled uncontrollably: "Hero...we didn't abandon you. It's just that you didn't wake up, we...we thought you couldn't hold on any longer, so..."

Without him finishing his sentence, Mo Yunjing could already guess what he was trying to say.

At this moment, he merely gave the two of them a cold glance and opened his mouth in a low, husky voice, "What place is this"

"Yes...it's Sha Pei Village."

Mo Yunjing had never heard of the village name. He looked thoughtfully at the two brothers' clothing, then nodded calmly. "West Liang Nation. This is West Liang Nation, but our mountain village is particularly close to Beijang City. Two hundred miles further on, you would reach Beijang City's borders."

His mind has always turned faster than a young sprout's. When he first picked up this person, looking at their clothes, he knew this individual was not ordinary.

Then, considering that the women in Xi Liang have always been the ones in charge, it would be very difficult to raise a man with such an imposing presence.

So he had long suspected that this man was possibly a noble young master from another country.

Upon hearing him ask this, he was even more certain that this person was not from their Xi Liang country.

After a moment's hesitation, Da Mao still said, "Sir, do you need our two brothers to take you elsewhere to recuperate After all, your injuries are very serious and need to be treated."

Mo Yun Jing's dark and profound eyes narrowed slightly, then he reached out and touched the cloth bag beside him.

When these two brothers threw away his clothes, luckily they left all his belongings on him.

So he still has a jade pendant from the Qingyun Pavilion.

"Here, take this jade pendant and sell it. Get me some medicine for injuries, both external and internal use."

Da Mao looked at the quality of the jade pendant. If he took it out to pawn, he would definitely be able to sell for a good price.

Then he glanced at Mo Yunjing and quickly agreed, "Alright, sir, please wait. I'll go into the city right away."

After that, he patted Xia Mao's shoulder and said, "Go feed Young Master some porridge. We're running out of time. I have to get into the city right away and will be back before nightfall."

Xia Mao's heart ached. He wanted to go into the city and pawn the jade pendant even more now, but this man had a frightening appearance and was also powerful. What if he accidentally offended him This man could break his neck in an instant! What then

He wanted to refuse, but Damao didn't give him the chance. And Damao knew what he was worried about, so he quickly lowered his voice: "For our lives, and for the future of both of us brothers, aren't you going to think about leaving this place You can choose not to become someone important, but I do! I'm fed up with this Xi Liang country. If we want to leave, take good care of Young Master!"

"Right now, the Empress is madly conscripting soldiers. If we don't figure out a way to leave Xiliang Kingdom, we'll just have to wait to be drafted into the army and die on the battlefield."

Xia Mao also knew that his two brothers had been bullied in this mountain village. They'd lived a life that wasn't quite human or ghostly since they were young. They'd really had enough of it this lifetime.

The man has already woken up now. Not to mention whether the poison in their bodies is real or not.

If it's really possible to cure him, and if what he promised—wealth and honor—comes true, then he and his older brother will never have to stay in this village again. They won't have to worry about going hungry or being cold, they won't be bullied by the village bully, and they won't have to fear being conscripted into the army.

Thinking this way, Xiao Mao endured the fear in his heart and nodded with gritted teeth, “Big brother, I understand. Go ahead, we’ll wait for you here.”

Seeing that he had understood, Da Mao felt a surge of relief in his heart. He got up and bowed to the man lying on the straw mat, then took his jade pendant and left.

Xiao Mao also carefully moved to Mo Yun Jing's side with a bowl of porridge, his voice trembling, "I... I... want to feed you some porridge."

Mòyúnjǐng shook his head, "Help me up."

Xiaomo didn't know what he wanted to do, but at this moment he still put down the bowl in his hand and reached out to help him up.

This place is too simple, there isn't even anything to lean on. After hesitating for a moment, Xia Mao still said, "Well... wouldn't you like to lean against me"

Mo Yunjing didn't speak, nor did he need to lean on anything. He took out a vial of medicine himself, poured out a pill, and shoved it into his mouth before picking up the porridge from the ground.

The porridge was very thin, barely more than rice soup. After finishing it in one gulp, he realized he had reached his limit. He then handed a porcelain bottle to the young man beside him and said in a grave voice, "Take one pill every two hours and give it to me."

Xia Mao quickly took it, "Yes, I... I will."

He didn't know why, despite being grievously wounded and seemingly on the verge of death, he felt such fear.

After he responded, Mo Yunjing had already lain down again, slowly closing his eyes.

Xia Mao didn't know if he had fainted again or was simply closing his eyes to sleep.

But no matter which one it was, at this moment he was too nervous to breathe, silently picking up his own bowl and retreating to the side.

He wanted to leave, but his elder brother told him to stay here and watch. He couldn't leave either.

I thought about it and ended up sitting as far away from that man as possible.

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