When Xiao Qi walked into the courtyard, he was shocked by the sight of his eyes. He actually found more than a dozen immature bodies lying on the cold ground, all of them frozen black and blue, and their hands and feet were terrifying. Xiao Qi was in pain, his eyes were about to drip blood, he ran over with a brisk step, stretched out his hand to hug one of them, and called out her name in extreme pain. However, the miserable white and bloodless face had no reaction, Xiao Qi put his cheek close again, and he could still feel a trace of breath, so he ordered the steward to let them all carry them back to Xingzhou.

After that, Xiao Qi asked the people in charge to search for the frostbitten orphans and beggars and bring them back together. As long as he breathes, he will not give up on anyone. In this way, in just seven days, Xiao Qi could not restrain no less than five hundred orphans and beggars, and half of them were severely frostbitten, so that Xiao Qi could not delay here any longer, and he had to find an immortal doctor to treat them as soon as possible.

Yi San's hired slaves only knew some superficial medical skills, and they were okay with treating sword wounds, but if they wanted to put frostbite on a large scale among these orphans and beggars, they were a little powerless.

Therefore, Xingzhou stayed in the small heavenly realm for seven days, and set sail again, this time their goal was very clear, that is, to find a larger dimensional world, and then invite the immortal doctor to heal.

Zoroastrianism.

Xuanyuan Bo limped out of the green bamboo forest, knelt on one knee beside the Chenwei River, and stared blankly at the vast clouds and mist in the distance.

"Young master, where are you?" Xuanyuan Bo shouted hoarsely, he worked hard, after several lives and deaths, he came here to rescue the young master, but the giant boat moored here has long been gone.

Xuanyuan Bo was very sad, endured a few pains on his body, moved his body, and stepped on the edge of the Chenwei River. He really wanted to take a leap and end everything. But with his mission and the lives of dozens of old brothers, he can't die easily, and his life no longer belongs to him.

Xuanyuan Bo looked into the distance, and his thoughts returned to the scene of the brutal killing a few days ago.

"Xuanyuan Bo, you must rescue the young master" An old brother stared at himself with tears in his eyes and blood spurting from his mouth.

"Brother, don't worry, even if I Xuanyuan Bo fights hard to break my bones, I will save the young master back" Xuanyuan Bo was extremely heartbroken and caressed his blood-stained face, once they were inseparable good brothers, everyone drank together, ate meat together, and went out to have fun together, but now it is separated by yin and yang, Xuanyuan Bo is unbearable, he struggles to rush out and avenge him. But he was held tightly by another big hand.

"Xuanyuan Bo, you are the hope of all of us, if you are here, there will be hope for the rich country, help us survive" As he spoke, the huge figure also rushed out from his side, and the huge body, in front of Xuanyuan Bo's moist eyes, became extremely majestic and tall, and he blocked the assassination of Yin soldiers again and again with his flesh and blood.

"Let's go!" Just when Xuanyuan Bo was still immersed in the grief of losing his old brother, his body was pushed out, and an old brother glared at him angrily and yelled: "Don't let us do this, old brother died in vain."

This sentence made Xuanyuan Bo's entire body tremble, and his original thoughts of desperation turned into nothing in an instant. He stared at the old brothers who had been with each other day and night, and the look of determination on their faces, Xuanyuan Bo completely understood that now his life no longer belonged to him, he had to live and shoulder the mission of all of them.

Xuanyuan Bo tearfully bowed to the group of old brothers, and then he rushed into the thick jungle. The fighting in the canyon gradually moved away, but the old brothers' entrustment was engraved in the depths of his soul like a brand. He struggled through the most dangerous raids, and carried several natural risks, and finally survived until the Mysterious Sect began to sacrifice. He took advantage of the lax guard of those people and sneaked here, but who knew that the giant boat had already left, and he actually pounced again.

Xuanyuan Bo seemed to have been drained of his last strength at this time, and the whole person fell to sit on the bank of the Chenwei River, and the person also entered a semi-fainting state. These days, if it were not supported by a strong faith, he would never have been able to carry it. In particular, his injuries have never received real medical treatment. His rough bandaging could not completely eliminate the hidden dangers in his body.

When Xuanyuan Bo was drowsy, there was a delicate starship floating slowly across the Chenwei River, it was not big, but it was very noble, which could be known only by the jewels inlaid on the outside of the entire ship. Outside the cabin, there was also a group of palace maids, all of whom looked like fairies, and were very orderly interspersed in the exquisite and elegant house.

In the cabin, there was a series of leather whips, accompanied by two immature voices pleading: "Sister, we know that we are wrong, you can be kind and spare us this time."

"Spare you?" the woman snorted, followed by a few whip beatings.

"Sister, we really know it's wrong," the two children's voices pleaded with tears.

"Tell me, then, what are you all doing wrong?" Inside the painting boat, the woman was holding a leather whip, and her apricot eyes were wide as she stared at the two eleven or twelve-year-old boys kneeling at her feet.

"We shouldn't drink, and we shouldn't drink flower wine," the two teenagers replied timidly.

"What else?" the woman snorted coldly again, flicking the leather whip in her hand, causing the two teenagers to hurriedly shrink their necks.

"Sister, we really don't know what else we have done?" the two teenagers stared at the leather whip in the woman's hand with sad eyes.