Mo Jiaojiao's eyes fell on the large and small scars on the shadow body, knowing that this was the formation injury she left behind.

Once, he thought that she was just a useless waste who could only survive by relying on the protection of the War Lord. But only now did he know that she had so many talents that he didn't know.

For example, formations, such as control, and her approachability and various skills to ward off enemies......

He was blind, but he saw her clearly, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

The shadow saw Mo Jiaojiao staring at his scars in a daze, and asked tentatively, "Third Highness?" ”

"Third Highness, are you alright?"

Mo Jiaojiao came back to his senses and said, "I'm fine." ”

The shadow breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said respectfully: "Third Highness, the eldest prince has been named the crown prince, and our people have all been detained or assassinated by him, and there is not much left!" ”

This was within Mo Jiaojiao's expectations, after all, when he was killed that day, his people were not around, and he had already expected it, but he was afraid that they were all poisoned and assassinated by Mo Mingjiao when everyone was defenseless!

Mo Mingxue himself doesn't have that much ability, but I'm afraid that it was the Fu family behind him who helped him plan all this!

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Let's leave now, let's go to Blood Raven Castle together!" ”

The shadow paused slightly, and then said with surprise on his face: "The Third Highness is finally willing to go to find Mrs. Mo?" ”

Mo Jiaojiao gave him a warning look, and the shadow hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: "It's the subordinates who are talking too much." ”

But Mo Jiaojiao shifted his attention to the bed behind him at this moment, his mind wandering, as if the ripples of the night were floating in front of him again.

She must have been near Sawada by now, right?

I don't know, when she dreams back at midnight, will she still think of her own star?

Love or hate.

But in the next moment, Mo Jiaojiao had left the room absolutely and followed the shadows, quickly walking into the unfathomable dark night outside......

Along the way, Xiao Chuchu finally arrived at the border of Sawada.

Only here can she feel the strong atmosphere of war.

First of all, almost most of the farmers and businesses are closed, and the houses are vacant, uninhabited and uncared for.

Besides, along the way, she saw a lot of beggars begging along the street, and everywhere she went, there were families old and young, dragging their families out to ask for food.

Xiao Chuchu has the silver taels given by her cousin, plus she helped some villages resist the invasion of Jiaolong Kingdom along the way, and the people gave her a lot of food and clothing.

And the most intimate thing for her was that when they left the last village, they sewed an armor made of turtle shells and feathers for themselves out of animal fur, and now she was wearing it, and her sword was invulnerable, and thousands of arrows could be blocked, even if she was alone, it made her feel as if the villagers had always been by her side.

Those people told her that they would always remember her, and if they could, they hoped that they would see Chu Chu become a real general in the future, leading tens of thousands of soldiers and killing the enemy and the country!

It is a kind of emotion other than honor and glory, called trust!

Xiao Chuchu sat on a sugar water stall on the side of the road, bowing her head and eating the cakes and porridge made for her by the stall owner, as well as a plate of side dishes.

This is the stall she found after traveling thirty miles, it is said that this boss also escaped from Sawada, the family originally opened a restaurant, and when he came here, in order to make a living, he could only set up a small stall for some money, and then continue to the north and take refuge in Kyoto!

For the common people, it may be that the closer to the emperor, the safer.

Xiao Chuchu looked at the stall owner, a woman of about thirty years old, and a obedient man standing next to her, who had been listening to her instructions.

This is a typical female configuration of the country.

She was unaccustomed to seeing it before, but now it seems that she feels quite kind.

Women are inherently weak, and if women are allowed to take charge of the house, most of them will not be able to do too many bad things to men, except for those who are really bad-hearted.