After Lan Qingyu was taken care of, she drank a bowl of stomach-warming millet porridge.

After eating and drinking, Lan Mojie coldly took Lan Qingyu on the road. Lan Qingyu was very confused. It seemed that the Lan Mojie he saw in the past few days was different from the previous Lan Mojie, which could be seen from his attitude.

Lan Qingyu didn't talk to Lan Mojie along the way, but that didn't mean Lan Mojie wouldn't provoke Lan Qingyu. Once he saw that Lan Qingyu's injuries were getting better, he tried his best to heal Lan Qingyu's injuries. He would either beat him up or just take out a dagger and cut Lan Qingyu's body. Not only that, he would also put some chronic poison on the bloody wound.

This time, Lan Mojie just wanted to test whether Lan Qingyu had the magic doctor's book!

Lan Qingyu didn't want to talk to Lan Mojie at all. If he could poison, he could also detoxify. It just depended on who was faster.

At this time, Lan Qingyu felt that Lan Mojie's previous behavior was just an illusion.

blur.

She really couldn't understand this man at all.

Although Lan Mojie suspected that Lan Qingyu was a doctor, Lan Qingyu was right under his nose. How could Lan Qingyu possibly heal him?

Unless that person catches up.

But Lan Mojie quickly rejected it. Although Huang Jue was very powerful, the people of Mei Zong were not that powerful either. How could they catch up so quickly? They might die.

If Lan Qingyu knew about Lan Mojie's stupid idea, she would definitely laugh at him. Huang Jue has the strength of a mid-level Martial Master. How can the man in black compare to him? He can be crushed with just one finger, okay?

They traveled along the way in this strange atmosphere. The dragon scale carriage was moving very fast. Lan Qingyu, with his injuries, did not feel the bumps at all, and he felt a little relieved.

It was not until they were almost at the Nether Forest that they came to a small town, which was usually deserted.

But it's been busy here lately.

Lan Qingyu didn’t know, but that didn’t mean Lan Mojie didn’t know.

Lan Mojie looked at Lan Qingyu's weak appearance and smiled strangely, causing Lan Qingyu to get goose bumps all over his body.

At night.

They entered the town. The nights there were not quiet, but on the contrary very dangerous, especially in recent times, where deaths were commonplace.

Lan Qingyu looked at the few lonely stars hanging in the night sky. Taking advantage of this strange atmosphere, Lan Qingyu had a vague bad premonition in his heart.

Lan Mojie said nothing, holding the injured Lan Qingyu and moving through the night.

After a while, they came to an open space, which was also a crowded place. There was only a concrete platform with a large black iron pillar standing on it. There was only a faint firelight around, which was even negligible.

Here, Lan Qingyu's eyes moved, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. Why did Lan Mojie bring him here?

Looking far away, Lan Qingyu clearly saw that this was a large circular cement platform, and the stage was filled with densely packed people. Especially in the night, these people looked even more weird. At this time, Lan Mojie seemed very pious, and even his breathing became much lighter.

Lan Qingyu pursed her lips and avoided looking at Lan Mojie's face which was pretending to be sincere. If she looked at him for one more minute, she would feel like she would live one day less.

Lan Mojie brought Lan Qingyu to land not far from the platform. Lan Mojie let go of Lan Qingyu, and Lan Qingyu almost fell to the ground.

There were not many people here, but it was very dark, so no one knew who was who. Everyone lowered their heads and muttered something. Lan Qingyu could hear it faintly, and it was definitely not a blessing, but rather a curse.

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