What Mo Chen asked must be what Mo Qinglan wanted to know, naturally about Li Shengguo's sick little prince, but the little monk's answer was no better than the previous junior in the store.

"Although I grew up in the temple, no one has ever mentioned the little prince to me." The little monk replied firmly, with an indescribable seriousness.

"That little prince is about the same age as you, I think he is really no longer alive." Yan Li touched the little monk's bare head and said indifferently.

Mo Chen just looked at the little monk, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his dark pupils.

Mo Qinglan has always talked little, since he can't find useful news, it is better to use the time to talk to fill his stomach, not to mention that no one knows when the people from Longma Temple will come back.

The lunch of the four of them was spent in a bunch of broken tables and chairs and a restaurant without a shopkeeper, and they were very comfortable.

After the meal, Yan Li took the little monk to look for the medical hall, but in fact, it was more like the little monk leading the way, turning around and gradually moving away from the hustle and bustle of the market, and finally came to a very inconspicuous small bamboo house. It seemed that he had come to the safest place, and the little monk who had been strong all the way was relieved, and he fell asleep before he could say a word.

Pushing open the door and entering, there was a strong smell of medicine, and the simple room at a glance, except for a bed, was a pile of bottles and cans of things on the table, and the smell of medicine was coming out of it.

Yan Li hurriedly put the little monk on the bed and untied his clothes.

"It seems that this is his home outside the temple." Mo Chen glanced at a small gray shirt placed at the head of the bed and said.

"I have to slaughter these bald donkeys." Yan Litong roared with red eyes.

Mo Qinglan and Mo Chen heard the sound and their eyes fell on the little monk, and when they looked at it, their eyes couldn't help but deepen.

The small body that had been stripped of its upper body was crisscrossed with large and small red and purple scars, new and old wounds, it was difficult to find a good skin, and the bruises and bruises on the face were relatively light compared to these injuries.

No wonder Yan Li was so angry, Mo Chen retracted his gaze and looked at Mo Qinglan, who was expressionless, and said:

"The world is difficult, and it's really not easy to survive."

"Follow us, it's harder to survive." Mo Qinglan said indifferently.

"It's good to have more choices in life, and it's always good to have hope." Mochen smiled warmly.

After hearing this, Mo Qinglan looked at the little monk again, and there was a distressed look on his face, and his heart finally relaxed, but his tone was still the same:

"Everyone has to pay for his choice, and since you insist, ask yourself if you can protect him."

After listening to it for a long time, he finally understood, and hurriedly took the first step to reassure: "I can protect him, just like protecting Gongzi and Miss Qinglan......"

When Mo Qinglan heard this, he stopped talking and stepped forward to treat the little monk. The medicinal materials in the bottles and cans are all basic healing and hemostasis, which is very familiar to Mo Qinglan who is fighting on the battlefield.

Since Mo Chen and Yan Li insisted on staying with the little monk, she naturally couldn't go on the road with a sick number.

In this way, Mo Chen and Mo Qinglan can be regarded as truly unanimous. By the time Mo Qinglan was busy with his work, it was already sunset, and the people of Longma Temple were still nowhere to be seen, and the place chosen by the little monk was quite hidden.

For Mo Qinglan's compromise and help, Mo Chen's heart was filled with an indescribable sweetness. Because this is illustrating a problem, even if she has thousands of concerns in her heart, her subconscious has already regarded him as her own, admittedly, including the loss of being idle but rarely emotional.

The little monk seemed to be very relieved when he was asleep, and he didn't wake up until the night was deep and starry, Mo Qinglan stood at the door and looked at the thick dark shadows in the night, silent.

"Do you want to go to Ryoma Temple to investigate?" Mo Chen stood behind her for a long time, and asked out loud.

Mo Qinglan didn't nod or shake his head, a trace of resoluteness flashed in his eyes.

"Although Longma Temple is a place of Buddhism, it has actually become a puppet place for Ye Yangguo to dig treasures. It's heavily guarded and heavily guarded, you can go if you want, but let the mourners accompany you on a trip, and you must pay attention to safety. Mochen continued.

Mo Qinglan turned to look at him, and a rare expression of desire appeared on his face.

Mo Chen understood it, and smiled warmly: "I won't go to make trouble for you, I'll wait for you to come back here." ”

When Mo Chen spoke, Di Li was already ready to go, obviously Mo Chen already knew Mo Qinglan's thoughts, and notified Yan Li in advance.

Mo Qinglan thought about it for a long time, and found that Mo Chen had thought about it for her, but she didn't know what to say, and the atmosphere was dull for a while.

In this country that was destroyed by her, the entire royal family committed suicide with a chaste character...... Now I unexpectedly heard that there is still a vein alive, according to the situation in the day and the description in Mochen's mouth, Longma Temple has long been unknown, and the safety of the little prince is worried. If she hadn't crossed over, hadn't fallen in love with someone she shouldn't love, how could the weak body in front of her set off such a bloody storm.

But what if it does? Mo Qinglan didn't think about it deeply, but he had a thought in his heart and told her that since he was here and knew about it, he should go and investigate. For the rest, let's take it one step at a time.

She was thinking about exploring Longma Temple alone at night to find the whereabouts of the little prince, and even if she was really dead, she would have to verify it herself. Strictly speaking, she really didn't want to take Mo Chen, who didn't know martial arts, to Longma Temple, which would inevitably distract her, but she didn't expect Mo Chen to gain insight into her thoughts and let Yan Li accompany her. However, in fact, this has nothing to do with them, and it is purely a little selfishness.

There was a trace of waves on Mo Qinglan's heart lake, but it was only a moment before it calmed down.

"Okay." Mo Qinglan nodded, but the sudden softness in his eyes didn't even notice it. With that, he stepped out of the room and stepped into the thick night.

"Childe, although the people from Ryoma Temple didn't chase after them, it's better to take precautions early." Yan Li didn't feel at ease and instructed, but seeing that his son-in-law didn't even have any spare light for himself, he couldn't help but pouted and stepped out of the door and chased out in the direction of Mo Qinglan.

"It's okay to go, there are some things that you really need to verify for yourself. Be sure to be safe......" Mochen muttered to himself.

He stood at the door, wearing a green shirt half-bright and half-dark, looking at the figure that had long disappeared in front of the night, with deep pampering and helplessness in his eyes.