Chapter 1491 (2/2)

The carriage couldn't get up the mountain. Feng Wan, who got up again from the ground, led the horse all the way back to the foot of the mountain, unloaded the back carriage, pulled the horse mountain alone, and went back to the cave to find aze.

A Ze saw Feng Wan coming back. Seeing Feng Wan like this, he didn't know what happened outside. He couldn't help feeling distressed and blaming himself for ”Wan son...”

”I'm fine. I just fell accidentally.” Feng Wan wiped his face casually with his wet and dirty sleeves and went forward to help aze in the corner. ”It's raining heavily outside. There's nothing, and there's no woodcutter or hunter going up the mountain. Brother Ze, it's not too late. Let's go now. Don't wait for the evening. ”

Azer could hardly get up and was weak. He could still maintain this. The only remaining mind was the limit of the limit.

Feng Wan grits her teeth. Anyway, she must help aze out. Here, she didn't want to stay any longer, nor did she want to delay any longer.

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Outside the cave, the horse tied to the trunk kept circling back and forth and swinging its wet tail.

Feng Wan finally helped Azer out and let Azer lean on the tree trunk for a while. Then he climbed onto the horse's back and extended his hand to Azer. ”Brother Ze, it's for me, okay?”

Azer gasped. He couldn't bear to disappoint Feng Wan and reluctantly raised his hand. But with this grip, Azer's remaining strength was exhausted. Not only did he not get on the horse smoothly, he almost pulled down the Phoenix rope on the horse's back.

Feng Wan deeply twisted her eyebrows, resolutely jumped off the horse, dragged and carried aze onto the horse, let aze lie on the horse's back, and led the horse down the mountain.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, he reassembled the carriage. Feng Wan helped aze into the carriage and hurried on his way immediately.

Out of the mountain forest, turn to the official road and pass through the tea Liao on the official road. The store in the tea Liao is still chatting with the only table of guests who take shelter from the rain. Feng Wan didn't see much. He just hurried on. Whip after whip hit the horse, splashing countless water.

In front of the official road, in a broken Temple more than ten miles away from chaliao, Feng Yu and Xin mogo are taking shelter from the rain in the temple.