C77 (1/2)

Mo Ranran glanced at Mo Feiye and frowned, the strength in his hands increased yet again.

Feeling the strength from her body, Mo Feiye did not urge her any further, and quietly allowed her to clean his wound.

After Mo Feiye's blood was cleaned clean, his wounds were revealed.

Mo Ranran took out a dagger, looked at Mo Feiye and said: ”Endure it, it will hurt.”

She needed to cut off the rotten flesh on Mo Feiye's body so that she could recover better.

The dagger touched the rotten wound, the pain from the wound caused Mo Feiye's body to tremble, his expression did not change at all.

After taking care of all the rotten meat on Mo Feiye's body, Mo Ranran started to bandage him with medicine.

Mo Ranran looked at Mo Feiye, who was leisurely wearing clothes, and his clear eyes slightly flashed. ”Next time, if you crack it again, I won't care about you anymore.

Ding Gui pointed to the Army of Mo people who were still lying on the ground and slowly said, ”Miss Mo, can you cure them of the poison?”

While speaking, he looked at his general, afraid that he would anger the General Mo again with a single sentence.

Mo Ranran somewhat embarrassedly took out the pill from his bosom and passed it to Ding Gui, ”Put this pill into a water bag, and after it melts, just give it to each of them to drink.”

She was only worried about Mo Feiye's injuries, she had almost forgotten about it.

Ding Gui took the pills, and slightly bowed towards the two, then turned around to treat the poison in his Army of Mo.

A quarter of an hour later, all of the Army of Mo s had finished detoxifying the poison.

Mo Feiye's gaze swept across everyone within the Other Shore Palace, and his slightly low voice carried a dense coldness. ”Bring these people away, and interrogate them about who leaked my route?”

”Yes.” Ding Gui acknowledged and then called for the others to begin working.

Mo Feiye immediately ordered: ”Long Gu should be done with it. Half of them should go to Long Gu's place to help him clean up the battlefield, and bring the prisoners of war back.”

The people of Army of Mo automatically separated into half, and headed towards the Huns' camp.

The other half followed Mo Feiye back to the camp.

With one move, Mo Feiye captured the camp of the Huns, the fact that the Huns were not a match for him and had escaped quickly spread throughout the army camp.

At night, the campfire lit up the camp brightly. The soldiers gathered together to drink and eat. After chasing away the Huns, it meant that they could return to the capital. The camp was filled with celebration.

Mo Ranran sat together with Mo Feiye. Looking at the honest and smiling faces, her eyes, under the shine of the flames, were as bright as the stars in the sky. Her mood had also become cheerful because of the happy atmosphere of the camp.

Military Surgeon Wang suddenly stood up from his seat, holding onto a cup of wine as he walked in front of Mo Ranran.

”Miss Mo, let me toast you. This time, it's all thanks to Miss Mo, otherwise, I don't know when we would have been able to get rid of this plague.” With the plague gone, the Huns were chased away. Military Surgeon Wang was happy for a moment, so he drank more and wanted to toast Mo Ranran.

Mo Ranran looked at Military Surgeon Wang, and raised the wine cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

With Military Surgeon Wang leading the way, many people came up to toast Mo Ranran using the smell of alcohol. All of them were people who had been infected by the plague, and were extremely familiar with Mo Ranran.

looked at Mo Ranran, who had already drunk quite a bit, and frowned. Seeing that she was about to drink again, he raised his hand to press her hand down, causing Mo Ranran to turn around. Under the firelight, her face slightly flushed red.

In the next moment, he immediately grabbed the wine cup from Mo Ranran's hands, and said with a low voice that was filled with magnetism, ”Ranran, you're drunk.”

”Well, I'm not drunk.” Mo Ranran's voice was different from its usual crisp tone, as a trace of drunkenness could be heard from her soft voice.

Mo Feiye's heart raced a few times and he repeated himself, ”You're drunk.”

Mo Ranran blinked her eyes, wanting to grab the wine cup in Mo Feiye's hand, she wanted to jump out of his reach, but just as she jumped twice, she tilted her body and flew backwards, but luckily Mo Feiye was prepared, his hand grabbed onto Mo Ranran's waist and pulled her into his embrace, not letting her fall.

”Ranran is drunk, I'll send her back to her tent, you guys continue.” Mo Feiye glanced at the soldiers, and without waiting for them to react, he brought Mo Ranran and left the place.

Zhang Heng watched Mo Feiye's back as he left, he put down the wine cup in his hand and secretly followed him.

Mo Ranran, who was in Mo Feiye's embrace, fidgeted a little, and with a trace of grievance in his voice, he said, ”It's not good.”

Mo Feiye slightly raised his dark eyes, his voice carrying a tinge of reproach, but his expression carrying a tinge of worry, ”You know you're in a bad mood, yet you still drink?”

”They respect me, so I must drink.” It was probably because of the alcohol. Mo Ranran paused for a while, and his voice became a little unclear.

It was all for her good intentions. If she didn't drink it, it would hurt her heart.

A trace of helplessness flashed past Mo Feiye's eyes, and he gently coaxed Mo Ranran, ”Be good, we'll be at your tents in a while.”

Hearing that it was still going to take a while, Mo Ranran buried her face in his chest unhappily. She no longer wanted to care about him.

Mo Feiye was amused by her childish look. He smiled and increased his pace.

Arriving at the tent, he placed the Object on the bed.