The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

After a day of travel, Liu Xiaoyu and his group continued on their way and finally arrived in Youzhou at dusk the next day.

The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility of the setting sun, and the group headed straight towards the Wen Family Inn.

The carriage slowly stopped, and several soldiers jumped off first, then carefully helped Linglong off the carriage.

Linglong looked around and saw that the inn was located on the street, with flying eaves and brackets, and was quite large.

Xiao Cui had been waiting at the door for a long time. When she saw everyone arriving, she hurried forward to greet them.

The soldiers led Linglong to the inn, and Xiao Cui quickly arranged a clean and tidy room for Linglong.

Linglong walked into the room and looked around curiously. She saw that the room was elegantly decorated, the tables and chairs were arranged in an orderly manner, and the decorative ornaments were also unique and novel in structure, which was very different from what she had seen before.

Linglong couldn't help but show her admiration. Xiaocui saw it and said proudly, "Miss, every brick and tile, every blade of grass and every tree in this inn were designed by our Miss Wenxuan herself. Miss is very talented and thoughtful. This inn is also quite famous in our Youzhou City!"

Linglong smiled and nodded, feeling more curious and admiring about Miss Wenxuan, whom she had never met.

The exhaustion from the journey left her no time to think. After a simple wash, she lay on the bed, looking out the window at the gradually darkening sky, and gradually fell asleep. She wondered what kind of story would be waiting for her in this strange place...

The soldiers carefully placed the treasures at the designated place at the border crossing. After the heavy boxes were put away, everyone breathed a sigh of relief as if a huge burden had been unloaded.

These days, we have really put in a lot of effort, and now we are finally back safely. Everyone's face can't hide the fatigue, but there is also a sense of relief.

Liu Xiaoyu looked at everyone with a gentle smile on her face, and said softly: "In fact, we live here honestly on weekdays, and it is quite comfortable. Occasionally going out to perform a mission, although the process may be more difficult and dangerous, but looking back, it may not be a bad thing. This trip has broadened our horizons and experienced a lot of things."

After hearing this, everyone nodded in agreement, and chatted about what they had seen and interesting things along the way, with laughter ringing out from time to time at this crossing.

The relaxed atmosphere after returning from so many twists and turns seemed to make everyone temporarily forget the previous fatigue and danger, and immerse themselves in this rare gathering and stability.

The morning light was dim, and the soft light shone through the branches and leaves onto the three people. Xi Yu pulled the reins, turned around and said to Luo Xiaoyu and Xiaohong in the carriage: "If nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to reach Kunlun Mountain tomorrow."

Xiaohong was originally lifting the car curtain to admire the scenery along the way, but when she heard this, a light of surprise flashed in her eyes and she clapped her hands happily: "That's great! When we get to Kunlun Mountain, maybe my memory will be restored!" Her tone was full of expectation and longing, as if she had already seen the scene after her memory was restored.

Xi Yu turned his head and looked at the expectation in Xiao Hong's eyes. He sighed slightly and said, "Xiao Hong, although Kunlun Mountain is in front of us, it is still unknown whether we can restore our memory. Maybe we have to follow what Dr. Song Shuwen said and look for herbs at that time. There may be twists and turns in the process, so don't have too high expectations for now."

Xiaohong's eyes dimmed for a moment, but she quickly cheered up again.

At this time, a mountain breeze blew by, blowing their hair. The three of them looked at Kunlun Mountain and continued to move forward with mixed feelings. The sound of horse hooves echoed on the mountain path, as if telling the unknown ahead.

As night fell, the inn was completely silent, with only the occasional barking of dogs to be heard.

Xiyu went back to his room to rest early, but Luo Xiaoyu tossed and turned in her room, feeling very upset.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, stood up, walked to Xiaohong's door, raised his hand and knocked gently.

Xiaohong was staring at the candlelight in the room, wondering what would happen when she arrived at Kunlun Mountain tomorrow. A sudden knock on the door brought her back to her senses, and she got up and opened the door in confusion.

The moment the door opened, Luo Xiaoyu's face flushed, her eyes evasive but with a hint of determination, she mustered up the courage to say: "Xiaohong, I...I have something to tell you."

Xiaohong looked at her in confusion, tilting her head slightly: "Brother Xiaoyu, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong so late?"

Luo Xiaoyu took a deep breath, nervously tugged at the corner of her clothes with both hands, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Xiao Hong, I have actually liked you for a long time. From the first moment I saw you, I couldn't help wanting to get close to you and protect you. I know it may not be appropriate to say this now, but I really can't help it..."

Xiaohong was frightened by this sudden confession and took a step back, her eyes wide open and her face full of disbelief. For a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Xiaohong's shocked expression, her face full of nervousness and embarrassment, and quickly continued: "Xiaohong, I also know that I may be too abrupt, but I have been holding these words in my heart for too long, I really can't help it."

Xiao Hong frowned slightly, her eyes full of confusion, and responded in a low voice: "I have lost my memory now, I don't know anything about the past, I only know you..."

There was a hint of bitterness in Luo Xiaoyu's smile, but also a bit of carefreeness.

"It's okay, Xiaohong. I've spoken my mind and now I feel much better. I know you're in a special situation now, and I won't force you. I will respect your opinion. No matter what you think, it's good that we can still get along like this."

Xiaohong looked at Luo Xiaoyu's sincere expression, and an inexplicable warmth surged in her heart. She nodded gently: "Well, thank you for telling me this. I... my mind is quite confused now. Let me think about it slowly."

"Don't worry, don't worry. Just take your time to think about it. I just want you to know my feelings. Then...then I'll go back to my room first. You should also go to bed early."

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyu turned and walked towards her room. Her steps seemed relaxed, but her heart was still filled with mixed feelings. Xiaohong stood at the door, looking at her back, lost in thought. The night returned to its previous tranquility, but different ripples arose in the hearts of both of them.

Xiyu and Luo Xiaoyu lived in the same room. Luo Xiaoyu left in a hurry at first, and then came back quickly after a while, her cheeks were rosy, as if they were dyed with the sunset glow in the sky.

Xi Yu immediately understood what was going on, but he just calmly withdrew his gaze and pretended that he had not seen anything.

He knew about this kind of thing. If he rashly brought it up, Luo Xiaoyu would probably be very embarrassed. After all, there is always some unspeakable shyness in emotional matters.

Luo Xiaoyu returned to the room and secretly glanced at Xi Yu. Seeing that he looked normal, as if he didn't notice anything unusual, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, she was still a little nervous in her heart. She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she sat aside quietly and sorted out her messy thoughts.

The room fell into silence for a moment, with only the candle flame occasionally flickering and making a slight "crackling" sound, as if covering up the somewhat subtle atmosphere.

Xi Yu originally wanted to just pretend to be ignorant and let the matter pass quietly, but he didn't expect that after hesitating for a while, Luo Xiaoyu would take the initiative to bring it up.

He sat on the bed, his hands unconsciously tugging at the sheets, his face still flushed, and he said softly: "Prime Minister, I... I just went to confess my love to Xiaohong, and my heart is still pounding."

Xi Yu was stunned at first, then a teasing smile appeared on his face, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? What was Xiao Hong's reaction?"

Luo Xiaoyu lowered her head slightly, recalling Xiaohong's appearance at that time, and slowly said: "Xiaohong was quite surprised. She told me that she had lost her memory and was not clear about many things. She only remembered knowing me. But after I told her this, I felt much better. It was really uncomfortable to keep these words in my heart."

Xiyu listened and nodded gently. Looking at Luo Xiaoyu's nervous yet somewhat relieved expression, he smiled and said, "Well, it's better to say it out. Feelings can't be hidden. You are courageous to be honest with her. As for Xiaohong, don't be too anxious."

Luo Xiaoyu looked at Xi Yu gratefully and responded softly.

"Well, I know. No matter what, I respect her opinion. I just hope that this incident won't cause us to become strangers."

After saying that, Luo Xiaoyu sighed softly, leaned against the bed, looked at the flickering candlelight, and fell into her own thoughts.

Seeing this, Xi Yu didn't say anything more, and the room returned to silence, but everyone had different thoughts in their minds.

The night was as deep as a thick block of ink, but Shi Daming had no intention of slowing down. He rode on the horse's back, his body rising and falling with the horse's gallop, and he kept urging the horse to go faster and faster.

The wind whistled in his ears and hurt his face. Shi Daming shouted at the horse at the top of his voice: "You beast, if you dare to be lazy and tired, I will replace you. Don't delay my work!" His words were full of impatience and impatience.

Oddly enough, the horse seemed to really understand what he said. It neighed, spread its four hooves and ran faster. The dust raised by its hooves created a blurry gray shadow in the night.

Smith held the reins tightly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, thinking only of getting back to the palace as soon as possible to report to the king, completely ignoring the fatigue and danger of traveling late at night. The sound of horse hooves echoed far away in the silent night, as if telling of this hurried and anxious journey.

The night was getting darker and darker, as thick as ink that could not be dissolved. Shi Daming still had no intention of resting, and continued to drive his horse to gallop wildly in the night. The sound of horse hooves was hurried and chaotic, echoing in the empty sky and earth, as if it was the only sound in the silent night.

It was unknown how long it had been before the horse carried him into the wilderness and then into the desert. The rapid galloping along the way gradually made it exhausted, but Shi Daming didn't care and kept urging the horse on.

Finally, the horse couldn't hold on any longer and stopped panting. Its four hooves trembled slightly on the sand and heavy breaths came out of its mouth.

Shi Daming was furious when he saw this. He jumped off his horse, swearing and beating the horse. He shouted, "You useless beast! You failed at the critical moment. Did I ask you to stop? You delayed my important task. I'll show you how I'm going to deal with you!"

The horse wailed in pain but it had no strength to run anymore and could only endure the beating pitifully. This scene in the desert seemed particularly cold and ruthless. Only the whistling wind seemed to be speaking up for the horse.

The more Smith thought about it, the angrier he became. He had been extremely troubled these days because of the princess's matter. He was filled with resentment but had no place to vent it. At this moment, he was delayed by the horse. He was so angry that he didn't know what to do. He was like a firecracker ignited by anger, crackling and venting his emotions.

But as the fight went on, he realized that if he really killed the horse, he would never be able to go back in this remote place, and the consequences would be disastrous.

The movements of his hands gradually slowed down. Coupled with all this trouble, he was extremely tired. The anger that had been burning just now seemed to be drawn away all at once, and sleepiness came over him like a tide.

He shook his dizzy head, his eyelids drooping, and he didn't care about anything else. He just lay down under the horse. After a while, he started to snore, which was particularly abrupt in the silent desert.

The horse panted slightly and looked down at Shi Daming who was sleeping beneath it. There was a bit of grievance and helplessness in its eyes, but it could only stand there quietly, guarding its master who beat and scolded it.

The night was still deep, with only the occasional sound of wind blowing gently past the man and the horse...

The night was still eerily quiet, with the only sound in the desert being the intermittent snoring of Smith.

After a while, a sneaky figure slowly approached. It was a thief.

The thief had really bad luck today. He went to many houses one after another, but either he didn't find anything valuable after rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, or he was almost discovered by the owner of the house. He was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat and fled in a panic. He was very depressed.

At this moment, when he saw a horse and a person sleeping soundly in the desert, his eyes lit up instantly and he was overjoyed, feeling that his good luck was finally coming.

He tiptoed forward and began to carefully search Smith's body. After a search, he actually found some currency on Smith's body.

The thief's face was full of satisfaction as he quickly hid the money into his sleeves.

He originally wanted to leave, but after walking a few steps, he looked back at the horse and started to think: If I take this horse away and sell it, I will definitely get a lot of money.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, so he turned around and went back, reaching out to grab the horse's reins, hoping to take the horse away with him before Smith woke up.

When the thief went to take the horse, the horse made no sound.

Maybe the horse was fed up with it.

So I would rather leave with others.

The thief was worried that if the horse made a sound, he would have to think about how to respond.

Now I am really overjoyed.

In this way, he led the horse away very smoothly.

Smith was snoring and was naturally unaware of everything.

The sky gradually turned pale, and Shi Daming finally woke up from his sleep.

He rubbed his eyes dazedly, his brain, which was not yet fully awake, did not react to what had happened for a while.

When he was fully awake and looked around, he was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him - the horse was gone!
Shi Daming looked around frantically, but the desert was vast and empty, and there was no trace of the horse.

An ominous premonition surged in his heart, and he reached into his arms, but the place where the money was originally placed was empty.

Now he finally realized that he had been robbed.

Shi Daming was angry and anxious, and started cursing.

"Who the hell is this little thief who stole my horse and money? If I catch you, I'll skin you alive!"

But no matter how much we curse, the current predicament cannot be changed.

Without his horse, the desert became even more difficult to cross, and he had no money left, so he felt desperate.

The sun gradually rose higher, scorching the earth. Smith dragged his heavy feet and walked aimlessly in the desert.

The sand under my feet was so hot that every step I took felt like I was walking on hot coals.

His lips were cracked and chapped, his throat was so dry that it seemed to be smoking, and from time to time he would see hallucinations due to lack of water.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Shi Daming saw the outline of a small village in the distance.

He was delighted, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and ran towards the village with his last bit of strength.

After entering the village, Shi Daming asked everyone he met if they had seen a stranger leading a horse.

The villagers shook their heads, indicating that they had never seen it.

Shi Daming was filled with sorrow and regret.

He sat down on the sand, his head in his hands, his mind replaying the silent image of the horse being led away. "Why? Why didn't it bark?"

Shi Daming murmured to himself, his cracked lips trembling slightly because of the pain in his heart.

He thought carefully about how he had treated the horse in the past, the impatient scolding, the wanton whipping, the bad attitude... The past scenes cut his heart like a knife. "I was wrong. I never treated it as a partner, but just a livestock for me to drive. How could it not be heartbroken?" Shi Daming's eyes were red, and tears rolled in his dry eyes. Finally, they slid down with the dust on his face, dripped onto the hot sand, and disappeared in an instant.

The wind whistled past, carrying grains of sand, and Shi Daming's figure seemed even smaller and more desolate in this desolate place.

"What should I do?" Shi Daming clutched the corner of his clothes tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the anxiety in his heart surged like waves.

Passing by a pub, the aroma of wine wafting from inside made his stomach growl, but when he felt his empty pockets, he could only smile bitterly.

Shi Daming gritted his teeth and threw away the helplessness and confusion in his heart.

Came to a market.

The market was crowded and noisy, but Shi Daming only had the goal of making money in his eyes.

He asked around, not missing any possible opportunity. When he heard that the blacksmith shop in the west of the town was looking for helpers, Shi Daming immediately ran over. (End of this chapter)