Who among the gangsters wants to fall in love?

Chapter 439 The words of tiger and wolf
The snow stopped abruptly, the moonlight was fragmented, and the capital was already in chaos. Armored Rong people with swords at their sides ran back and forth in the streets and alleys, and frightened cattle and sheep charged around. The noisy waves of the grassland capital were like a surging sea.

Before breaking out, Shen Xiangge set off a fire, and in an instant, Mingdu was engulfed in flames, the firelight almost dyeing half the night sky crimson.

Where is Zhao Wumian!?

"He carried a huge iron furnace, smashed things around like a hammer, and ran out of the city..."

Some people stared wide-eyed at the mangled flesh and severed limbs on the street. "That iron furnace must weigh at least a hundred pounds. How could he carry that thing and run away?!"

"I saw it with my own eyes... it seems that the Wolf Guard Commander and the Martial Leader of the Western Regions Holy Sect also fell into his hands..."

"..."

The Great Khan of the Steppe, Asur, was not crushed to death by the rubble from the study; it was thanks to the intervention of the Wolf Khan that he was saved.

At this moment, he was wrapped in a fur cloak, standing on the city wall of the imperial city, gazing at the chaotic Ming capital.

The evening breeze ruffled his disheveled hair and the hem of his tattered robes. His face was covered in dust, and he looked utterly wretched. Even though he had no real power, he was still the Khan of the grasslands, the Wolf King of the grasslands.

In any case, the family's reputation should be respected... but at this moment he no longer had the energy to think about such things.

A guard rushed over, "Your Majesty, Zhao Wumian might turn back. The capital is not a safe place. We should hide first..."

Asur coldly interrupted him, "If Zhao Wumian wants to kill me, can you stop him?"

The guard was speechless.

Asur looked back at the ruins of the study, then at the now-ruined Wangnan Tower, and finally at the chaotic, raging Mingdu City. Suddenly, he swayed and collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, muttering to himself.

"Let's lower it."

"Huh?" The guard looked at him in confusion.

"They surrendered to the Southern Dynasty, surrendered to Zhao Wumian...ceded territory and paid reparations, ceased hostilities and made peace, and vowed never to interfere with each other again..."

The guards' eyes widened, but they remained silent.

Zhao Wumian's trip to Yanyun not only killed Shamantian and shattered the morale of the Rong army, but also completely demoralized the Khan of the grasslands.

But the Khan of the grasslands does not represent the Rong people.

The guard whispered, "As long as the Grand Preceptor does not surrender, the war between the grasslands and the Southern Dynasty will not stop."

"Yes, the Imperial Advisor is still here, the Imperial Advisor is still here..."

Asur stared blankly at Mingdu, but a glimmer of light returned in an instant.

It was not the light of hope, but hatred.

Hatred for Uudam.

When Zhao Wumian stormed the capital of Ming, caused a great disturbance, and left in a huff, making the grasslands a laughingstock, where was Uudam?

As a member of the royal family, Asur has already given up his long-cherished wish to restore the previous dynasty and only wants to live a peaceful and prosperous life. Why then does Uudam still yearn for the previous dynasty and think about going south to the Central Plains all the time?

Even if he endures for decades, allowing time to settle down, accumulate national strength, and then plot to move south again?

If that's the case, how could you have provoked a killer like Zhao Wumian?
Isn't Wu Kui supposed to be able to live a long life? Can't Uudam even wait a few decades?

Decades ago, Uudam had caused quite a stir in the capital of the Central Plains, but he had never faced a situation like Zhao Wumian's.

Asur wondered if it was because the Central Plains court had superior martial prowess, or because... Zhao Wumian was more skilled in martial arts than Uudam?

This kind of thing is no longer important.

Asur got up and returned to the palace.

"Great Khan, aren't you going to lead the pursuit and annihilation of Zhao Wumian?" The guard hurriedly followed.

Asur turned to look at him, and asked in confusion, "You suddenly remember me as the Great Khan? I have no right to command the Imperial Guard or arrange troops... Go find the Grand Preceptor."

After saying that, Asur left on his own.

The guard stood frozen, watching Asur walk away into the distance, unsure how to respond.

For martial artists, spirit is far more important than talent, mentorship, or opportunity.

But actually it has nothing to do with martial arts masters, everyone is the same... Without ambition, you have nothing.

Asur's eyes were unfocused; he was already secretly considering whether he should contact the Southern Dynasty behind closed doors...

They conspired to reach a truce.

Outside the capital city of Ming, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves echoed as the Rong army surged forth like a black tide, sweeping in all directions in search of Zhao Wumian's whereabouts deep into the snowy plains.

As for whether or not to kill them after they are found, let's leave that aside for now. At the very least, we need to make a big show of the manhunt... otherwise, the Rong people will truly become a laughingstock and be infamous for eternity.

To the south, the vast snow-covered plains are covered in silver and white. Four figures walk briskly, with the leader carrying a hundred-pound alchemy furnace on his back. However, his speed is no slower than that of the others around him. He moves with the speed of the wind and lifts the heavy furnace with ease, creating a very dynamic scene.

Zi Yi's lightness skill was not good enough, and if she were to be entangled by the Rong army, it would indeed be troublesome. Therefore, she simply had Xiao Yuanmu carry her and run, without falling behind at all.

When the two women were in the capital, Ziyi came to Zeng Lengyue every day to treat Xiao Yuanmu's illness and injuries. Several months passed and they got along quite well. Therefore, Xiao Yuanmu did not find her repulsive. He just took precautions to prevent Ziyi from being poisoned.

Meng Po noticed Xiao Yuanmu's subtle details and couldn't help but scrutinize him a few more times. "Even Xiao Yuanmu, this woman, doesn't dare to casually touch your poison... Could it be that you've been bathing in the poisons of Gu Kings like Hanyu Jiuli since you were a child?"

Zi Yi was still wearing the same magnificent red dress she wore when she entered the palace, but she had added a black cloak from Zhao Wumian to keep warm.

At that moment, she was examining the gold hairpin in her sleeve that seemed to belong to her mother. Upon hearing this, she lost all interest in playing around, pondered it seriously for a moment, and then shook her head slightly.

"maybe."

"Perhaps?" Meng Po looked at her curiously.

"My mother dreamed of using poison to treat illnesses since she was a child. After I was born, this idea grew stronger and stronger. But who in any respectable family would believe that something as harmful as poison could save lives? Even if others believed it, we wouldn't dare to try it casually. After all, even a slight error in the dosage could lead to death. So, many things could only be tested by my mother and me..."

"As for this Innate Myriad Poisons Body, to put it bluntly, it's just a legend from Guixuan Valley. Whether it's even possible to cultivate is completely unknown, and there isn't even a systematic method... The detailed steps for cultivating this body were figured out by my daughter and me!"

The woman in purple nodded slightly, a hint of pride in her expression, before continuing:

"Don't even mention me, my mother was covered in deadly poison. If you had touched her before, you probably wouldn't have been just weak all over."

The woman in purple put away her gold hairpin and turned to look behind them. Beyond the horizon of the snowy plain, the majestic black city of Mingdu had already disappeared without a trace.

Meng Po was about to ask who your mother was and where she found so many rare and precious poisons when Zhao Wumian said:
"You've never resented your mother?"

"Why complain?" Zi Yi looked at Zhao Wumian with a puzzled expression.

"You really want to be a poison doctor? Otherwise, you wouldn't be covered in poison now, unable to even be a normal person." Zhao Wumian, carrying the alchemy furnace, walked steadily with steady breathing, and couldn't help but ask.

After pondering for a moment, Zi Yi let out a soft sigh.

"I did have some resentment when I was a child, but I've long since let it go."

"Why?"

"If I had any grudges, I wouldn't have learned these skills... Without these skills, you would have died at Shen Tu Bu Zui's hands long ago because of the Cold Jade Gu. In fact, it was because I learned my mother's poison skills that I was able to save your life!"

Zhao Wumian was slightly taken aback, and Meng Po couldn't help but look away, her cheeks puffing out again.

So sour.

Xiao Yuanmu, who hadn't interrupted until now, couldn't help but smile upon hearing this. He sincerely thanked the woman in purple before turning to Zhao Wumian and asking softly:

"Killing Canglang Khan must have taken a lot of effort. Did you suffer any injuries?"

The tortoise shell that Shamantian used to have really troubled Zhao Wumian. It wasn't until he comprehended some of the spatial techniques of the Inlaid Gold Boshan Furnace that he was able to break through the defense. Now that his internal energy protection is no less than Shamantian's, if he could still get injured now, wouldn't it be a waste of all the skill he had practiced?

Therefore, Zhao Wumian shook his head slightly after a few seconds of observation, "I'm just a little tired..."

Zi Yi was skeptical, so she moved closer to Zhao Wumian, took his wrist, and checked his pulse.

Zhao Wumian slowed his pace to match Xiao Yuanmu's, looked at the serious face of the woman in purple, and asked, "You really haven't seen your own father?"

The two had talked about Ziyi's family affairs when they met at Hetuo. Zhao Wumian knew that Ziyi had relied on her mother since she was a child.

But if what Canglanghan said is true, Ziyi's biological father is very likely Ji Yingshi... so he still couldn't help but ask.

"Never seen one like that. What's there to care about a guy who abandons his wife and daughters?" Zi Yi rolled her eyes cutely, withdrew her small hand, glanced at the sky, and then suggested:
"It's too late at night, and it's snowing. It's pitch black, you can't see your hand in front of your face. Let's rest for half the night and wait for the snow owl to find us before we continue our journey."

With three martial arts masters protecting Guan Yunshu, Zhao Wumian need not worry about her safety. Moreover, once night falls on the vast snowfield, it is easy to lose one's way. Waiting for Xue Xiao to come looking for her is definitely better than running around aimlessly and causing them to drift further and further apart.

The group had no objections and quickly found a snowy mountain ridge. They hollowed out the middle, creating a fairly large space that could also be used to hide the alchemy furnace.

Zhao Wumian placed the alchemy furnace on the inside to act as a supporting pillar, and then took off his outer garment and spread it in the snow.

Not wanting to soil Zhao Wumian's clothes, Zi Yi hesitated for a few seconds before taking off her embroidered shoes, wearing only cotton socks, and sitting on her clothes with her knees bent. She put down the treasure package she had taken from the national treasury, and then took out the pills she carried with her and placed them on her clothes.

Xiao Yuanmu erased the traces of the group before bending down to enter the small snow house. Although her martial arts skills were so high that she was not afraid of the cold, the girl's skin was delicate and her pretty face was still a little rosy.

"Are you hungry? Our luggage is all in the carriage, and we're out of water and snacks... How about I go out and hunt a wolf and roast it?"

As she spoke, she exhaled white breath, took out a tinderbox from her sleeve, lit it, and stuck it upside down in the snow. The faint, dim yellow light flickered and reflected on her face, making her look quite lovely.

Seeing that Zi Yi had even taken off her shoes, Xiao Yuanmu hesitated for a few seconds and then took off his embroidered shoes and put on his outer garment.

"Snow Owl will be here soon, there's no need to waste your energy... Besides, you can't grill meat, your cooking skills are questionable, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it..."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yuanmu raised her eyebrows, lifted her foot and stepped on Zhao Wumian's face, silencing him, "Stop talking nonsense."

Xiao Yuanmu's feet were warm, soft, and smooth, wearing white socks, giving them a unique erotic feel... However, Zhao Wumian couldn't possibly have any wicked thoughts at this moment. He reached out and pulled her feet away, asking helplessly:

"And you? You killed quite a few people, are you alright?"

"Do they even deserve to injure me?"

"Alright, alright, I'm the doctor, what I say goes. Sit down quietly, I'll take a look at you..."

The three spoke in hushed tones. Meng Po, not being part of their family, couldn't get a word in edgewise, so she lay down on the outside of the small snow hut without taking off her shoes. Her embroidered legs swung back and forth in the air, making her look lively and adorable.

She fumbled for the Imperial Seal in her bosom, leaned out, and looked beyond the snowfield to observe her surroundings.

Zhao Wumian's upper garment was taken off by the woman in purple. By the dim firelight, she leaned closer to examine him. Her warm breath tickled his skin, making Zhao Wumian feel a little itchy inside.

Xiao Yuanmu then looked at Meng Po, and only then did he have time to ask, "Meng Po from the Western Regions... how come you're here too?"

Xiao Yuanmu still remembered the time when Meng Po led a group of people to capture Zhao Wumian in Shu, so his tone was not exactly friendly.

Although Meng Po was slightly weaker than Xiao Yuanmu, she was still one of the three great demonesses and did not show any fear. She snorted softly upon hearing this.

"Come and seduce your man, what vixen doesn't know how to seduce men?"

Xiao Yuanmu glanced at Zhao Wumian. He was about to say that he and Meng Po were innocent and that she was just joking when Xiao Yuanmu raised his hand and slapped Meng Po's extremely perky and round buttocks.

slap~
There seemed to be waves, but because of the dim light, it was hard to see clearly. However, the dim yellow light from the tinderbox swayed up and down, which showed just how soft Meng Po's buttocks were.

Meng Po's beautiful eyes widened slightly. She quickly turned around, covered her buttocks, and glared at Xiao Yuanmu with a flushed face. Before she could speak, she heard Xiao Yuanmu say with a smile in his voice:
“I’ve seen plenty of arrogant little vixens like you, Shen Xiangge is a prime example… You’ll eventually go too far playing with fire and get yourself caught in it… I’ll be waiting for the day you start calling me ‘sister’ properly.”

Upon hearing Shen Xiangge's name, Meng Po immediately forgot her shame and indignation, and instead asked in confusion:

"There are rumors in the martial arts world that Zhao Wumian has an affair with the same master... Lady Canghua. I never thought it was true? Did that little vixen Shen Xiangge really fall for his tricks?" "She didn't fall for his tricks, but she fell for his stick," Xiao Yuanmu said.

Zi Yi chuckled at the lewd remark, then quickly covered her mouth.

Although Meng Po softened at the slightest touch from Zhao Wumian, she still maintained a seductive demeanor on the surface. She didn't react much to the lewd words, but they only aroused her competitive spirit, causing her to snort coldly.

"Shen Xiangge is a noble young lady from the capital. She seems to have superb martial arts skills and an unfathomable mind. In reality, she is just a novice who loves to play. It is normal for her to be bewitched by Zhao Wumian with a few words, but I am different."

"How is it different?" Zhao Wumian felt that Meng Po was acting like a child, so he couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Meng Po turned to look at him, noticing that he had taken off his shirt. Her gaze lingered almost imperceptibly on Zhao Wumian's Adam's apple, collarbone, pectoral muscles, and abdominal muscles before she snapped out of her reverie. She adopted a seductive pose, leaning closer, her fingertips tracing patterns up Zhao Wumian's forearm, her breath sweet as orchids as she spoke:

"You haven't tasted the flavor of a Hu woman yet, have you, my lord? It's a completely different flavor from that of a young lady from the capital like Shen Xiangge—I guarantee it will leave you in ecstasy..."

Zhao Wumian thought of Shen Xiangge, who used to like teasing him like that... She still likes it now, but she always ends up getting beaten up by him.

He couldn't help but smile, took Meng Po's small hand, and said in a cooperative tone, "Is that so? Then why don't I have a taste..."

“Zhao Wumian?” Xiao Yuanmu looked at him.

"Ok?"

"let go."

Zhao Wumian silently released his grip.

Meng Po's pretty face was already a little hot when her hand was held. Seeing this, she immediately laughed out loud, "Aren't all men in the Central Plains the heads of their families? Zhao Wumian, you are a nobleman, how can you be afraid of your wife?"

"What are you afraid of, Madam?" Xiao Yuanmu instead began to protect Zhao Wumian's dignity. She sat on her clothes, leaning against Zhao Wumian, looking like a little bird nestled against her. She glanced at Meng Po and then looked away.

"Once you're in the know, you'll see if he's afraid or not."

"I'm not Shen Xiangge..." Meng Po snorted softly.

The group chatted noisily in the small snow hut, which made it seem less lonely and desolate. After a while, Zhao Wumian put his arm around a fragrant and soft beauty, and couldn't help but feel a little impulsive.

But with Meng Po right in front of him, and now outside the snowfield, the time and place were all wrong, so he closed his eyes to rest, suppressed his impulse, and pondered the matter between Zi Yi and Ji Yingshi.

Zi Yi's mother was not some reclusive master. No matter how skilled she was in medicine, she couldn't find so many rare and precious poisons... Who in this world could provide her with these resources?

Besides Jiuli, there's only Ji Yingshi... Even the Gu Dao families and the Tang family of Emei aren't qualified.

The poison on Zi Yi's body is enough to tell a lot.

Zhao Wumian recalled what Zhu Jiutian had said before, that he and Ji Yingshi had long been involved.

It's likely that Ji Yingshi 'purchased' a lot of goods from Jiuli back then, which is why Zhu Jiutian knew this secret.

Ziyi herself didn't know about this, and Zhao Wumian didn't know whether he should tell her or not... but now is not the time to talk about it.

While he was considering, Zhao Wumian noticed that Xiao Yuanmu seemed cold and snuggled closer to him. The hot body temperature and the full breasts pressing against his arm were too much for Zhao Wumian, a young man full of vigor.

He moved closer to the woman in purple, subtly indicating to Xiao Yuanmu not to get so close, as he couldn't stand it. Xiao Yuanmu, however, moved closer as well, whispering:

"Why are you hiding? I've only been recovering from my injuries for a few days now, and we've only had sex once..."

As she spoke, she even took Zhao Wumian's hand and slipped it under the hem of her jacket, using her full, smooth breasts to receive it.

"Huh?" Meng Po, who was still half-peeking out of the snow house to survey the surroundings, looked over in surprise upon hearing this. What kind of wild and inappropriate words was Xiao Yuanmu, this vixen? Did she really not treat her like an outsider?

Zhao Wumian still regarded Meng Po as an outsider, but the wonderful touch from his palm made him reluctant to let go. So he pretended that nothing had happened, sometimes tightening his fingers and sometimes relaxing them, while closing his eyes and snuggling up with his lovely childhood sweetheart for warmth.

Zi Yi looked somewhat bewildered. She felt that since Xiao Yuanmu was so close to her, it seemed inappropriate for her not to reciprocate. However, she wasn't as bold as Xiao Yuanmu, so she could only pretend not to see him and close her eyes to rest.

But Zhao Wumian was a little annoyed by Yuan Mu's teasing, and his other hand involuntarily slid down her beautifully curved waist through her purple dress, his palm slipping under her skirt and caressing her soft, smooth thighs.

Her delicate body in purple tensed, but fearing that Meng Po would discover it, she pretended that nothing had happened.

But who can you fool? You can only deceive yourself, burying your head in the sand.

whoosh—

The small snow house had quieted down. The evening breeze swept across the snowfield, stirring up a little snow mist, and the sound of the wind was faint.

Meng Po peeked out, her hair streaked with snow, looking disheveled in the wind. The family behind her were only hugging and patting each other, without making any overly intimate moves. If she were to take it too seriously, she would obviously feel extremely awkward, so she pretended not to notice.

But gradually, Meng Po heard a strange buzzing sound in her ears.

She initially thought Zhao Wumian was being lewd and taking liberties with the girl, but upon closer listening, she sensed something was amiss.

It doesn't seem to be Zhao Wumian moving; it's Xiao Yuanmu with his little hand on it...

?

Meng Po raised her pretty face and looked blankly at the dark, snow-covered plain where she could not see her hand in front of her face.

Wouldn't I end up being the lookout at the door?

Deceiving too much!

Is she going to play "The Phoenix Seeks Its Mate" again?

Enraged, Meng Po paused briefly before continuing to silently keep watch.

The main problem is that she can't beat him... You know, the Imperial Seal of the State is still on her. Although Zhao Wumian has never mentioned it, if she makes him unhappy and tries to snatch it, Meng Po definitely won't be able to protect it.

That's all secondary. What if Zhao Wumian's good mood is interrupted, and in a fit of anger, he pins her down in the snow, tears her skirt, and plays with her wantonly...

What will happen to the female healer is yet to be seen, but Xiao Yuanmu, that vixen, will definitely help hold her hand down.

Sigh... I'm not as skilled as him, so I'll just have to bear it. If I have to blame someone, it's because I'm too beautiful, and Zhao Wumian probably can't resist me.

Meng Po was lost in thought to relieve her boredom. Gradually, when there was no more movement behind her, she crawled into the snow house, brushed the snow off her hair, and looked down.

The family had huddled together in a corner and fallen into a deep sleep.

Despite the freezing weather, being in a foreign land, and being pursued by enemies, the three of them huddled together, looking rather cozy and warm.

Meng Po sat alone in the corner, hugging her knees, a distance away from the family, clearly separated from them.

A gentle evening breeze drifted into the snow house, causing a few strands of Meng Po's hair to flutter on her forehead.

She wasn't a sentimental person, but in this situation, she couldn't help but feel lonely.

Meng Po is actually afraid of loneliness; otherwise, she wouldn't always travel with her maid and companions when she goes on adventures.

Her maids are still in Mingdu. Meng Po is considering rescuing them after a few days when Mingdu is more stable.

Meng Po tightened her grip on her knees, curled up, and prepared to close her eyes for a short rest, but then she heard Zhao Wumian's soft voice in her ear.

"Meng Po, are you cold?"

Meng Po's eyelashes trembled slightly as she looked over in confusion. Zhao Wumian was still awake and was glancing at her sideways.

Meng Po casually replied, "I am the Martial Queen, what's with the coldness? Are you trying to flirt with me like an ordinary woman?"

"What are you flirting with..." Zhao Wumian gently released Xiao Yuanmu and Ziyi, slowly stood up, and walked towards Xiaoxue's house with a hunched back. "You guarded the first half of the night, I'll guard the second half."

Meng Po's heart skipped a beat for some reason, "Night watch?"

“That’s right.” Zhao Wumian crawled out of the snow hut, sat cross-legged outside, and his deliberately lowered voice slowly drifted over, “We can’t let you do all this work by yourself.”

"No...you really think I'm one of your people?" Meng Po looked disdainful, but a hint of excitement flickered in her heart.

Zhao Wumian regarded her as a fellow traveler... Although Meng Po felt that he was too trusting, he trusted her, so she couldn't help but feel a little warm inside.

"There's no point in being on guard. You're no match for me anyway, and you can't hide anything from me."

The warmth in Meng Po's heart vanished instantly, her cheeks puffed out again, and after giving Zhao Wumian's back a slightly fierce glare, she silently rested her face on her bent thighs and simply ignored him.

A moment later, the snow house gradually warmed up a bit, and she looked up in confusion... Why was there no wind?
Looking to the side, she realized that it was Zhao Wumian sitting cross-legged at the door, his tall and imposing figure like an iron tower shielding her from the snow and wind.

Perhaps it wasn't for her, but for Xiao Yuanmu and Ziyi.

But it did warm Meng Po's body.

Meng Po's hands, which were wrapped around her calves, tightened a little more, as if she felt uneasy for some reason.

I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.

After a moment, she pretended to be casual and said in a low voice:

"Aren't you cold sitting outside? Why don't you come in? With your senses, you don't need to keep watch with your eyes..."

Zhao Wumian turned to look at her and replied, using Meng Po's words from earlier, "I am the Martial Champion, what's with the coldness? Are you trying to flirt with me like an ordinary man?"

"What are you flirting with..." Meng Po was immediately amused by her anger, but afraid of disturbing Xiao Yuanmu and Ziyi's rest, she picked up a snowflake from the ground and gently threw it on Zhao Wumian's back.

Zhao Wumian smiled, then turned his gaze away and remained silent.

Meng Po remained silent.

But she was no longer lonely.

By the time Xuexiao arrived, it was already dawn, and a crimson ball of fire slowly rose from the eastern horizon.

Zhao Wumian stood up, brushed the snow off his body, and gazed at the snow owls flying towards him. Then, his ears twitched slightly, and he heard the faint sound of a carriage running in the distance.

Crunch, crunch—

A carriage rolled through the snow, leaving a trail of ruts and hoofprints, and sped off into the snowstorm, heading towards Zhao Wumian and the others.

A figure could be vaguely seen standing on the carriage frame. The figure then saw Zhao Wumian, turned around, and knocked on the carriage.

Immediately, someone popped out, stood on tiptoe, and waved continuously.

It is Luo Xiangzhu.

She couldn't speak, she could only wave her hand forcefully.

"Here—"

Zhao Wumian couldn't help but smile, and he also waved and shouted loudly.

The voice carried far across the snowy plains.

Xiao Yuanmu, dressed in purple, emerged from the snow-covered house. Upon seeing the carriage, he couldn't help but smile.

Meng Po stood at the back, watching their happy expressions. She wanted to smile along, but then she remembered that as an outsider, what was there to be happy about?

So she put on a stern face again.

But I can't help but feel that Zhao Wumian has a really good relationship with this family.

The group quickly boarded the carriage, turned it around, and headed south...

(End of this chapter)