When the sun was about to set in the west, the breeze from the north blew on Wu Shidao's cheeks and wrinkled Mo Yun's forehead.

As soon as the groans began, Wu Shidao hurriedly stepped forward and picked up an iron spoon and scooped a bowl of hot soup in the boiling iron pot.

The soup is viscous and bubbling, the color is miserable green, and from time to time there are inexplicable raw materials tumbling out of the seepage.

Wu Shidao carefully blew on the hot soup, replaced a small spoon, and poured spoonful after spoonful into Mo Yunxi's lips without gaps.

There was almost no gap, and Mo Yun was so choked that he vomited out all the hot soup.

Wu Shidao hurriedly lowered his head, looked at the filth that he spit out, it didn't seem to be careful enough, his nose was still sniffing on it, and he almost picked it up and tasted it directly.

Wu Shidao raised his head and fixed his mind, carefully discerning what he had just smelled.

Sometimes he doesn't raise his eyebrows, sometimes he shakes his head and sighs, and sometimes he suddenly realizes......

As for Mo Yun, who was heavily poisoned, there seemed to be no sign of soberness.

Wu Shidao rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly turned his head and ran to the iron pot, pouring out half of the soup in the iron pot. The soup flows to the surface, and the ground changes color when it lands.

Wu Shidao turned a blind eye, squatted down, and poured a large number of raw materials and many bottles and cans from the side of the iron pot.

The color of the soup continues to improve with the size of the heat, and gradually turns to milky white, which is no longer as disgusting as it looks like.

"You two lift this boy up, and I'm going to feed him soup. The kid is a good life, these toxins are not completely integrated in their own battles, otherwise Lang Lao himself may not be able to deal with it. Fortunately, I met the old man, hey......" Wu Shidao said triumphantly.

The two soldiers who stayed behind to take care of them acted according to the order, one at the head and the other at the waist, and helped Mo Yun up.

The corners of Mo Yun's mouth were still flowing with venom, but these venoms were no longer threatening with the many dilutions of Wu Shidao's pot of soup.

Wu Shidao took out a dirty hand towel from his pocket, spat on it, wiped it on his trouser leg casually, and then took it to Mo Yun's mouth and wiped the venom away.

Wu Shidao saw that the soup in the pot was about to bottom out, exhaled, and with a nervous expression, he gently turned a circle with his hand directly above the iron pot, and the other hand quickly poured the liquid that had been prepared into the iron pot at the moment when the circle was formed.

Surprisingly, the liquid is not poured directly into the iron pot, but is suspended above the iron pot, and if you think about it carefully, you will find that the place where the liquid is suspended is the circle just drawn. It's like a circle separating the pot from the liquid and becoming a carrier.

Wu Shidao held his breath and watched as the liquid slowly and incomparably gathered in the middle of the circle, and when he was about to gather without a gap, he only listened to the countless words that popped out of Wu Shidao's mouth like fried beans.

The words spit out, and the liquid spread out a little bit on the circle at the same time, leaving a small hole in the middle.

Wu Shidao held back a mouthful of blood that was about to pour into his throat, held his breath, and concentrated on the venom that had just been wiped away from Mo Yun's mouth with great precision, squeezing out a hanging droplet above the thin hole.

Wu Shidao swallowed the mouthful of blood with a grunt, regardless of how much he had paid for it, a pair of eyes were fixed on the droplet, waiting for it to fall into the hole by itself.

It seems like a long time has passed, and it seems like it's just a moment.

The droplet fell silently into the small hole, filling the only gap in the circle.

Almost at the same time, the liquid condensed into a milky white droplet at an instantaneous rate, and the droplet formed a circle and shattered.

The droplets that condensed something fell into the iron pot, and the soup in the pot swirled and turned into countless silk threads, which continued to disperse and spiral.

This scene amazed the two soldiers and the assassin hiding in the middle of nowhere.

The movement in the pot subsided, and Wu Shidao sat on the ground, covering his head, feeling a dizziness constantly churning in his mind.

He struggled to stand up, picked up a small spoon and scooped out a small round ball with milky white and translucent light in the iron pot.

Wu Shidao looked at this pill, and then at Mo Yun, who had closed his eyes and had not completely woken up.

sighed in a low voice: "Forget it, it's cheap for you kid." ”

Wu Shidao opened Mo Yun's mouth with his hand, forming a circle, and then sent the balls in the spoon in.

As soon as the pill was entered, it gurgled down the throat and into the stomach tract, and after the stomach acid test, the full medicinal power flowed into the limbs.

It didn't take long for Wu Shidao's slightly anxious and apprehensive heart to finally let go.

Mo Yun's face warmed, turned red, and turned rouge at a visible speed.

"Hey, that's lucky." Wu Shidao breathed a sigh of relief and sighed.

He looked up at the sky, but saw that the sunset was still high today, which made people feel awe.

He looked at his eyes for a moment, and heard the voice of the soldier behind him whispering with joy: "Ah, wake up." ”

Wu Shidao stood up, stretched out his hands to Gao Yang, and lowered his waist slightly, as if it was some kind of ritual.

He straightened up, looked into the unknown distance, and laughed, as if someone was staring at him, an old friend who had failed to protect him twenty-four years ago, and who was still alive now.

The afterglow came down to the city, and the darkness covered the four fields.

On the afternoon of this day, at the foot of Ushi Road, many things happened.

Only here is nothing going on.

Wu Shidao looked back at Mo Yun's eyes that were trembling in order to adjust to the light, and thought:

It's nothing more than saving a person, even if he is killed, he refuses to admit what his identity is. The stubborn ones are a little cute, and the stubborn ones are a little nostalgic.

Mo Yun's face twitched a few times, he was stunned, as if he was in a trance, and then suddenly let out a big sneeze:

"Where is this?"

……

Lin Rongpo led the team back to the city, and there seemed to be no progress in cleaning up the corpses.

He frowned, suppressed his anger, knocked on the city gate, and went straight into the tower, looking out from all sides.

Then he looked stunned, the east of Lin'an City was in disarray, and thousands of Xunmin who came out of nowhere were confronting Wang Weisi.

In the middle of the two sides of the confrontation, there was a clear buffer zone, and a dozen or so people lay or lie there mournfully, swearing and swearing.

Lin Rongpo was far away, and he couldn't hear what they were scolding clearly.

But seeing them rolling on the ground, standing up from time to time and provocatively walking up to Wang Weisi's guards, exposing their chests, and slapping their hearts with a vicious face, Lin Rongpo more or less showed a look of disgust.

A guard who had been on an errand in the Duling Division happened to be near here, and when he saw Lin Rongpo's disgusted brow, he explained his confusion for him:

"These are scoundrels who don't produce and don't want to trade. Specializing in leisure and hard work, cheating. ”