In this dilapidated and decaying shack, thick snow covered the broken walls and ruins, and the scene was devastated.

The little girl standing on the highest piece of broken stone looked like she had walked out of an ink painting, her jade-like eyebrows and eyes were particularly gentle.

In this dark night of blizzard mixed with blood, it is like the rising sun, bringing warmth and comfort.

A Bao was sincere and endured the pain of seeing the dead bodies all over the ground. He shouted: "We brought enough rice, cotton cloth, medicine and firewood tonight!"

"If you are willing to trust us, we will definitely settle you down!"

"The people we brought tonight will be divided into three groups!"

As he spoke, Po pointed to the person wearing the A badge on his left hand side and said, "They will clear the snow, build tents, collect the dead bodies, sort the wounded, and then send the wounded according to the severity of the wounded to the tent of the old doctor who came with the team."

After saying that, A Bao continued to point to the people wearing the "Y" badge on the right, "They will distribute cotton clothes and firewood to each tent according to the list of surviving villagers. After that, they will set up a big pot to boil water and cook porridge."

Gradually, villagers from the shacks crawled out from behind the ruins, dragging their badly injured legs, followed by old women holding swaddling clothes, and skinny children covered in blood...

Although the villagers in the shacks were still watching, their willingness to approach was the biggest gain for Abao of this evening's trip.

A Bao's eyes turned red with joy and his nose felt sore as he looked at Xuanyuan Fengran.

Xuanyuan Fengran had been standing silently not far away, with only Abao in his dark eyes.

Not until Abao looked over at him did his tightly furrowed brows relax a little, revealing a gentle smile that showed infinite indulgence towards Abao.

At this moment, Xuanyuan Fengran really wanted to hug this very warm little girl in his arms.

At the same time, Xiao Yunzheng's gaze also fell on A Bao who was high up.

A warm breeze blew from the desert deep in his black eyes.

Looking at the little girl, Xiao Yunzheng's eyes revealed a smile that he himself didn't even notice.

However, although the torches burned brightly, there were always places in the dilapidated huts where the light could not reach.

In the shadows, Pei Guichen's pair of stunningly handsome eyes darkened.

He remembered that day in the East Palace when he left in anger.

He thought that Ah Bao had already firmly placed him in her heart, so she was jealous of Xiao Jingyue that day. Therefore, he waited for a long time in the mansion, waiting for her to come to him.

But she didn't come.

There have been too many changes to the original course of events.

Pei Guichen really wanted to grab something at this moment, so his eyes were always following A Bao.

At this moment, A Bao was busy with his men together with Deputy Envoy Cao.

A Bao, who knew a little about medicine, helped bandage the wounded. There was a child of three or four years old, who had just become an orphan. His arm was broken by a falling beam and he cried in pain.

After Abao bandaged the child's wound, the child's thin little hand suddenly grasped Abao's sleeve tightly and refused to let go.

Seeing the child crying so miserably, Abao held the child in his arms and used a cloth dipped in hot water to wipe the blood and mud off the child's face.

She held the child in her arms, rocking him gently and humming a little tune to soothe him to stop crying.

This move is very skillful.

Pei Guichen felt that it looked even more familiar.

In the past, when Yuan Zhao was naughty and got hurt, A Bao would also hold Yuan Zhao and comfort him.

No one knew the madness and cruelty hidden beneath Pei Guichen's cold appearance at this moment.

He felt pain.

He really wanted to tell that gentle and warm little girl, I’m in pain too, can you comfort me too, okay?

But he was far away from her.

At this moment, the horn of the camp assembly sounded deafeningly, splitting the night.

Po heard the sound of horse hooves galloping towards him.

Following closely were bursts of fighting sounds. At the end of the extremely narrow path of the shack, a masked man in black was running towards the shack alone.

The ones chasing the masked man in black turned out to be the Western Prison Tiger Guards.

The masked man in black was alone against ten people and was blood-thirsty. Blood dripped from the sword in his hand, dyeing the snow along the way red.

A Bao's eyes were fixed on the masked man in black. She saw him riding his horse at full speed and galloping past her with the whip waving.

In the dark night, with the help of the torchlight, Abao recognized the eyes of the masked man in black at a glance.

"Fifth brother!!"

The black horse that was running far away raised its hooves and neighed, but did not stop.

But the masked man in black on horseback turned around, and through the gloomy night and the desolate moonlight, he gave her a solemn look in the muddy and messy ground.

With just one look at him, A Bao concluded that he was Xuanyuan Wu.

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