After being scrubbed by Sha Anna, Mo He could finally barely distinguish the appearance of the person in front of him. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Mo He sat where this person could see himself, and did not continue to speak. Instead, they quietly looked at each other.

The man was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with brown ear-length hair and a ponytail. The pupils of the eyes are silver-gray, the nose is straight, the denomination is not wide, and the face is melon seeds. There are no injuries on the entire face. There were calluses on the palms of his hands, and in his capacity as an officer, he should have been someone who regularly used weapons.

At the same time that Mo He was looking at Ren, Ren was also looking at Mo He. He could tell that although the young man standing in front of him was younger than himself, he had much more practical combat experience than himself. Although he had been practicing swordsmanship diligently, looking at Mo He's eyes, he found that he did not have the confidence to win this young man.

After some eye contact, Wren decided to break the deadlock first.

"Hello! My name is Wren. Steven!" Wren politely and slowly reported his full name.

"Hello! My name is Mo He. Mo He replied politely.

"Thank you so much for saving my life with your niece. Excuse me, how long has it been since I've been unconscious, and where is this place?" Wren continued slowly.

"This is within the borders of the Ronn Empire. I can't say exactly where it is. Not far from where you are fighting. We only found you today, so you haven't been in a coma for too long. ”

"Yon's Empire? Yes, of course I'm still in this damn place... Oh, I'm sorry! I'm not targeting you. Hearing the words Rong En Empire, Wren felt the hatred in his heart surging uncontrollably, and hurriedly apologized, but suddenly didn't know what to continue to say.

This young man named Mo He didn't react in any way because of his mood swings, maybe for him, he didn't matter to him, it really didn't matter, we just met each other. Wren was surprised by Mo He's indifference, but he also felt that he was making too much of a fuss.

"Where you and your niece found me, did you and your niece find anyone else alive? Uh, I mean the soldiers on the battlefield, forget it. You probably don't know what kind of armor my warriors wear. Wren wanted to ask Mo He if he had found any other living companions. He himself knew that there was little hope, and by the time they fell, they had been slaughtered to the ground, and the chances of survival were very slim.

Mo He saw that Wren was silent in thought and did not interject. He turned his head to look at Shaanna, and saw that the little girl was putting some white powder cubes in the pot, and then pouring water into the pot, stirring it with a spoon. Looking up and seeing Mo He looking at herself, the little girl squinted and smiled at Mo He, and then continued to concentrate on the work in her hands. Mo He picked up the silver iron gun he picked up today from behind him and began to look for something to wipe it.

"This is ... When Wren saw the gun, he struggled to get up and get closer. But it didn't work, his ribs hurt and he was so weak that he couldn't hold on until he was fully up, and then he lay down again.

Mo He stopped looking for something to wipe the gun, looked at Wren, and when Wren recovered a little and looked at himself again, Mo He asked, "You want?"

"It's not. Can you take a closer look?" Wren asked eagerly.

"Give. Mo He stretched out his hand and handed the silver iron spear to Wren.

After Wren took it, he carefully inspected the lines of the head and body of the gun.

"That's right, it's his! This is the weapon of a friend I grew up with. I remember these patterns. Wren became excited, and then asked Mo He eagerly: "Do you remember which direction the battlefield where you picked up this gun?"

Mo He pointed behind him in the direction they had come.

"Thank you. Wren handed the silver iron spear back to Mo He.

But Mo He didn't stretch out his hand to take it, he stood up, looked at the little girl, and said, "Since it's your friend's belongings, you can keep them." I'm going to have to help Shaanna. We were all hungry all morning. ”

After saying that, Mo He left, leaving Ren alone to continue lying on the stretcher.

Shaanna fiddled with the flint for a while, but she couldn't raise the fire, and when she saw Mo He coming, she stood up and reached out to give the flint to Mo He.

Mo He checked the flint and steel, tried again, but did not scrape out the sparks. Looks like we'll have to buy new flintstones again. He threw the two flints on the ground, found some sticks around, and began to make a fire with bricks and wood.

When Mo He used a broken porcelain bowl to hold a bowl of white slimy food to Wren, it was already afternoon.

Although Wren's stomach was already grumbling with hunger, he had no appetite at all when he looked at the things Mo He handed over. However, he politely took the food, and found that there was no spoon. He looked at Mo He and the little girl to figure out how they ate it.

As a result, I saw them tilting their heads and pouring food into their stomachs. The little girl quickly finished her share, licked the corners of her mouth, stared at the one in Wren's hand, and wanted to say something, but she wanted to stop talking.

"Here!" Mo Hazao noticed the little guy's every move and handed the half bowl he hadn't finished drinking to Shaana.

"Huhu!" Shaanna showed an embarrassed expression, then picked up the half bowl of Gu Dong that Mo He had given and finished it again, and licked the bowl clean.

Looking at Mo He and Shaanna's eating, Wren began to doubt the taste of the bowl in his hand. He tried to puff it lightly with his index finger, then reached into his mouth and sucked it.

"Phew, Phew, Phew..." Wren stuck out his tongue and spat out what he had just tasted.

"What is this? It's so unpalatable!" Wren frowned, and then asked Mo He beside him.

"Potatoes, sweet potatoes, taro, withered grass roots, so many things to eat, dried and ground into powder, mixed with boiled food. Mo He seriously said the method of food in Wren's hand. Shaanna, on the other hand, licked her lips behind Mo He and stared at the bowl in Wren's hand, as soon as Wren gave up the bowl of food, she would rush over and eat it.

"I'm sorry! I'm not used to your food. Can you give me some water? Thank you. Wren apologized and handed the bowl back to Mo He, who took it and gave it to Shaanna, who quickly poured it into her stomach, licked the bowl clean, and burped beautifully.

"No apologies! you didn't do anything wrong. Mo He took a water bladder and gave it to Rennes.

After drinking his stomach to his heart's content, Wren asked Mo He, "Where are you going next?"

"We're not going to leave for a while. When you're better, we'll move on to some tasks to work on. Mo He replied.

"I'd like to ask you to do me a favor, okay?" Wren said to Mo He.

"What's that? Tell me about it. ”

"Help me go to the battlefield and see if there's a soldier with an eight-petal flower tattooed on his arm around where you got this gun. I would like to know how he is doing. You can exchange my armor for some money, whether you do me a favor or not, you deserve it. ”

Mo He looked at the armor that had been removed during the treatment earlier beside Wren, this armor was relatively complete, the decoration was very exquisite, the protective design of the armor was very exquisite, and the layout was very reasonable, it should be the proud work of a certain craftsman.

"Keep this armor. It saved your life, and maybe it will save your life in the future. Mo He withdrew his gaze from the armor and continued, "Sha Anna and I will help you find your friend. This is not a place frequented by wild beasts, so there should be no danger. You can wait here for us to come back. ”

"Thank you so much. May the gods of Otian protect you forever. Wren said excitedly, slamming his right hand into the heart.

"Shaana, pack up, let's go to the battlefield and see if we can find something useful to come back." Mo He didn't respond to Wren, and turned to Sha Anna and said.

"Okay, Uncle Mo He. The little girl began to wash the pots and pans, then repacked into the big baggage, and finally carried the burden on her back, and trotted all the way to Mo He to lead the way.

Wren regained some strength and was able to sit up on his own. Looking at Mo He, who was only holding a wooden stick in the distance, he suddenly remembered the silver iron gun of his friend in his hand, picked it up and shouted at their backs: "This gun is for self-defense!"

Mo He didn't look back, raised the wooden stick in his hand and shook it back, as if saying no, and as if saying that this was his own self-defense weapon.