Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

The bandit fell to the ground with a plop, and suddenly there was no sound.

The black-clothed Mo Che landed firmly on the ground, his ears moved slightly, seeing that Xia Bai'an hadn't moved, he quickly stepped forward, covered the box again, and threw the lock in her hand to the side of the bandits on the ground.

The next moment, several officials came up with blades in hand.

Four officials surrounded the box.

The leading official suddenly raised the blade in his hand and pointed it at Xia Bai'an and Mo Che.

"What do you... want to do! Are you with bandits!"

Xia Bai'an felt chills down his spine.

In the blink of an eye, she only had time to ensure that the people in the box were still alive, but what exactly happened, why the box was closed, why Mo Che threw the lock to the bandits, she couldn't find the answer in her mind for a while. .

Seeing that the person in his embrace rarely showed a dazed expression, the corners of Mo Che's mouth lowered a few degrees.

"I'm here to save Madam."

Mo Che opened his mouth lightly, and used the blood-stained blade in his hand to mend the bandit's knife, his voice was still faint, "Madam was attacked and ran here to ask for help, and suddenly saw that he wanted to destroy the cargo boxes of the adults, so I came forward to stop you." , I didn’t expect to be beaten, but luckily I came in time.”

"The lock was indeed broken..." The official next to the box explained, and heard the sound of fighting next to him, "My lord, these three caravans have been attacked, so it can be seen that they are not from the same group. On the contrary, the mountains The poisonous mist carried by the bandits is definitely not owned by civilians...and if the things in the box are known, it will make a big fuss..."

"Flare off!"

The leading official didn't care about anything, turned around and left, and even called two people to escort them back to the caravan.

Xia Bai'an's hands were covered with sweat, and there might be some blood from Mo Che's hands.

She broke out in a cold sweat, but she didn't forget to quickly feed Mo Che an antidote, and said in a low voice, "I saw it."

"Wait a minute."

Mo Che bit the antidote in his mouth. Seeing the signal flare explode in the night sky, his mood gradually calmed down. The nearby patrol team will definitely come to help immediately, "Next time, don't run around."

"I'm not afraid that you will be poisoned..."

"careful!"

As Mo Che said, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, and raised his hand to deal with an oncoming bandit.

Leaning in his arms, Xia Bai'an felt the warm liquid splashing on the back of his hands, and swallowed in horror.

This is not a simple medical trouble patient!

This is the murderer!

Thinking of this, Xia Bai'an, who grew up in a society governed by the rule of law, still couldn't help but feel weak, and couldn't ask any more questions.

Mo Che pressed the man in his arms, quickly returned to the carriage, and together with Qian Mingshu defended against the bandits nearby.

The nearby patrol team rushed over quickly, and within half an hour all the bandits who hadn't escaped were tidied up, and many people who were poisoned by the mist were given some soup one by one by the military doctor in the patrol team , and finally stationed briefly in the open space of the mountain forest.

The government's team set up camp with ease, and the three caravans could barely occupy the outer perimeter of the camp.

The other two caravans suffered heavy losses. The two young masters who were showing off their power just now were crying bitterly, not knowing how to explain the loss of goods to the people in the capital.

And after Qian Mingshu counted the goods, his face was frighteningly dark.

"What's the matter? I thought the business road would be safe for the first time. I didn't expect to lose [-]% of the goods. Fortunately, my father and master insisted on bringing more, otherwise I really can't talk to the adults in the capital. Cross."

However, the business of a few thousand taels was reduced by [-]% for no reason, and Qian Mingshu was also in pain, with a pimple between his brows.

Ergou and Tie Zhu were also silent.

Mo Xue silently passed the roasted sweet potatoes to the three good uncles, and spoke softly to make them happy.

Mo Qian also followed behind Mo Xue, helping to roast sweet potatoes, and staring at the uncles by the way, so as not to pinch Xue'er's face anymore.

Only Mo Yu sat in the middle of his parents, holding a sweet potato bigger than his face in his hand, happily eating it.

Mo Che stoked the fire with a calm face, watching the sparks crackling and exploding, like a fleeting firework.

"Calm down?" he asked.

Xia Bai'an nodded, and gnawed a mouthful of soft rotten sweet potatoes in step with Mo Yu, temporarily forgetting the scene just now, and said calmly, "I saw a middle-aged man in the box, the man's bones are a bit big, About 45 or so, with many scars on his shoulders, he should be a martial artist, with thin calluses on his fingertips, high nose bridge, thick lips, round eyes, but small eyeballs."

Mo Che fiddled with the fire for a moment.

In the fog, Xia Bai'an could see so clearly?

He looked sideways: "Is there anything special, easy to identify?"

"There is a scar on the chin, which is about as long as Yu'er's little finger... It doesn't seem to be caused by a sharp blade, it should be left by someone with a blunt knife. After the flesh and blood were turned, it was not properly treated. The scar is a bit crooked."

Xia Bai'an nodded, and as soon as he finished speaking, Mo Che suddenly threw the wooden stick in his hand into the fire.

She turned her head in confusion, did she see something wrong?

Mo Che's face cooled down visibly with the naked eye: "Are you sure you read it right?"

Xia Bai'an nodded seriously: "There shouldn't be anything wrong, and that person's eyes are cloudy, his aura is like gossamer, and there are some medicinal materials in the box, otherwise he might die before he reaches the capital."

silence.

After a long time, Mo Che suddenly raised his hand to support his forehead, got up, walked to Qian Mingshu's side, and called him away.

The two went to a place where no one was there to talk.

Xia Bai'an couldn't hear it, so he pursed his mouth: "What is it that you want to keep from me?"

"I know." Mo Yu suddenly raised his head from the roasted sweet potato, with a lot of sweet potato residue still on the corner of his mouth.

Xia Bai'an couldn't help but wipe the corners of his mouth, and asked, "Tell me?"

Mo Yu smiled lightly, temporarily put down his favorite roasted sweet potato, and said.

"I saw the man my mother mentioned when I was a child. He seemed to have visited my father's mansion. It is said that the scar on his chin was left by an unfilial son who used a knife. He also didn't remove the scar in order to remind himself. , but leave the mistakes as they are.”

"do you know who he is?"

"Lin Qingya." Mo Yu opened his mouth, taking a deep look at Mo Che, "He seems to get along very well with Daddy, but he only came here twice."

twice?

Xia Bai'an looked down at Mo Yu.

Mo Yu was only five years old, and it was more than a year ago when Mo Che was in his prime in the capital.

How can a child who is less than four years old remember so many things?Still so detailed?

She immediately hugged Mo Yu into her arms: "Do brothers and sisters know about this?"

Mo Yu shook his head: "They don't know."

"Then how do you know?"

Facing Xia Bai'an's question, Mo Yu suddenly clenched Xia Bai'an's skirt, and lowered his head slightly, "I used to play truant, and I found out when I eavesdropped on the wall..."