Half a month later, Mu Yi woke up.

She woke up in a tent of more than ten square meters, with a simple wooden bed three meters wide underneath.

There are two empty pillows side by side at the head of the bed.

The tarpaulin overhead and around it has taken on a dusty gray-black color over time.

Mu Yi looked away.

In the corner of the tent was a stack of armor, as well as helmets, midcoats, shorts, and other clothing, and two wooden basins.

Well...... Let's assume that this tent is a three-person living room.

When I wanted to get up, I was sore when I moved.

Mu Yi frowned.

Click on your dashboard.

Stamina: 15, Psych: 7, Natal Soul: 403.

Muyi: ......

One-third of the natal soul power has been dropped.

This means that her lifespan has been shortened by a third.

The chill continued to climb up along the bare feet, and Mu Yi stroked his arm expressionlessly.

I lost so much natal soul power at once, and it was false to say that it didn't hurt, but I really want to say how much I regret it...... Not really.

When I closed my eyes, my mind was full of Le Di's busy back in the kitchen.

He took good care of her, and she did her best for him, and she didn't lose anything.

It was quiet outside the tent, and occasionally the wind blew and lifted the tarpaulin, and Mu Yi saw the scene outside.

It's all tents.

There will be a flag every few tents, Mu Yi looked intently, and saw the small seal character on the flag - the word 'Ding'.

Mu Yi let out a soft 'huh'.

She's here, has she arrived at the army of the Great Ding Dynasty?

It seems that Xuanyuan Emperor Hong not only successfully escaped, but also successfully obtained the holy decree.

Mu Yi pressed the corner of her aching forehead, and the sound of uniform footsteps sounded outside the tent, and Mu Yi paused.

The tarpaulin is lifted and the sunlight pours in.

Han Ya, who had two wet wooden basins on his head and was dressed in red cloth, walked in.

His hands, swollen and white from prolonged immersion in cold water.

Seeing Mu Yi open his eyes, Han Ya's silent eyebrows moved, put down the wooden basin in his hand, and Han Ya came to Mu Yi and knelt down on one knee, "...... Thank you for the grace of the heroine. ”

"You have followed me?" Mu Yi squinted his eyes and looked Han Ya up and down, endured the pain, and raised his hand to gently slap his palm.

Han Yao was startled and raised his hand to resist.

It seems to be a light palm, but it carries the power of thunder.

Han Crow retreated to the door of the tent and reluctantly stopped, an abnormal flush appeared on his face, and he opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of blood mist.

"Hmph," Mu Yi snorted coldly.

This person looks normal, but he is obviously lacking in stamina inside, and it seems that he has suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

He has not fully recovered.

"If there is a next time, you will die without a place to be buried," Mu Yi said coldly, and turned his eyes away from him.

Han Ya followed the original body with an impure purpose, which made Mu Yi very unhappy, especially at this time when she had just decided to teach Emperor Xuanyuan Hong, she was even more unhappy when she saw Han Ya.

After receiving Mu Yi's palm, Han Ya didn't dare to complain, covered his chest and straightened up and said respectfully, "Crow, thank you for the grace of not killing." ”

Mu Yi was silent, tilted his head and pondered for a moment: "What about Emperor Xuanyuan, where did he go?"

Han Ya: "Palace...... The master conducts routine training in the corps. ”

"Training?"

Mu Yi looked at Han Ya's red and swollen paws on his side, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

The great enemy was not eliminated, and it was separated from Han Crow.

This so-called training is probably endlessly difficult......

As soon as Mu Yi's words fell, the tent was opened.

Emperor Xuanyuan, whose face was covered with purple and red bruises, walked in sweating profusely and limping.

Emperor Xuanyuan raised his head and looked at Mu Yi's godless eyes.

The pitch-black eyes flashed with a flash of light very quickly, however, after seeing the familiar fox mask on Mu Yi's face, it instantly returned to normal.

He couldn't take off the mask on her face.

Even though she had lived and died with him many times, he was still a stranger to her who had never seen her face.

The young man stood at the door of the tent, his eyes staring straight ahead, his face without sorrow or joy.

"I heard, you went to routine training?" Mu Yi noticed Xuanyuan Dihong's dragging legs, but didn't notice Xuanyuan Dihong's emotional changes.

However, even if she noticed, Mu Yi would not take it to heart.

When she came back, the first thing she did was to speed up the process of Emperor Xuanyuan's blackening, wake up the Mu family father and son as soon as possible, return to the 21st century, protect Le Di, and complete the task.

Mu Yi half sat up, picked up the purple belt and robe on the side and put it on his body.

OK.

Although the tent was dirty, her robe was very clean, and if you sniffed closely, she could smell the fresh smell of soaphorn.

Mu Yi lowered her eyelids and moved to the edge of the bed, bending down to put on thick-soled purple shoes.

After doing these few simple actions, Mu Yi was also tired enough to choke and gasp for breath.

"What do you usually train?" Mu Yi raised his eyes to look at Xuanyuan Emperor Hong and asked casually.

Emperor Xuanyuan had whip marks on his face.

Someone really made it difficult for him!

The whip was all drawn in his face, and it seemed that Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's enemies didn't care about reputation at all.

Soon, will he directly kill Xuanyuan Dihong?

Mu Yi's deep gaze fell on Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's face.

The whip not only scratched his face, but also whipped his lip.

The young man's delicate lip flap was swollen and high, and there was a big pimple, and next to the pimple was a red, swollen, shiny and frightening blister.

Emperor Xuanyuan glanced at Mu Yi and said in a low voice, "Drive piles, walk the phalanx, shoot arrows, ......"

When he arrives at the army, he also wants to make an example of the ubiquitous enemy...... But failure after failure made him gradually understand how small his power really was.

Mu Yi sat on the edge of the bed and gasped, and weakly stretched out her hand.

Han Ya glanced at Emperor Xuanyuan's trembling legs, moved his toes, walked to Mu Yi's side, and stretched out his hand to help.

Mu Yi waved his hand impatiently.

Emperor Xuanyuan moved his lips, dragged his broken leg to Mu Yi's side, and reached out to hold her hand.

Mu Yi bent down first and touched Xuanyuan Dihong's legs.

Broken.

Her hand, pressed back and forth on the broken bone.

Xuanyuan Dihong was pressed by her and his body trembled, and his legs were so weak that he could barely stand, but he still gritted his teeth and stood in place, looking at Mu Yifa with deep eyes.

"The injury is quite serious, it will take a few days to recover," Mu Yi said and stood up, and it was already half an hour later, "Let's go, take me to see your so-called routine training." ”

Xuanyuan Dihong nodded, dragged his broken leg, and helped Mu Yi out of the tent.

During the break, there were not many people on the wide training ground.

“…… It's time for dinner," Han Ya reminded in a low voice, "I'm all eating, not here." ”

It's all rice buckets?

Mu Yi pursed her lips.

Oh, not quite.

In the southeast corner of the training ground, there were many soldiers, they gathered together, as if they were in a martial arts competition, and from such a distance, they could also hear their coarse laughter and urging.

Mu Yi smiled, "It's okay. ”

The soldiers standing guard on the training ground also saw Mu Yi and the three of them at this time, and they all looked at each other a few times, and the three of them came over in groups.

"What person?!" The three soldiers glanced at Xuanyuan Emperor Hong and Han Ya contemptuously, and stared at Mu Yi with an unkind face, "Little lady, do you know that there is an order in military law, and those who trespass on the training ground can be beaten to death with sticks?"