Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

"master!"

When he fell, the people following him were startled and hurriedly supported him.

"What's wrong with you?" He showed half a worried face, and it was Qin Yi, "Master?"

And besides Wen Rong, who else was talking about him?

However, the nine-thousand-year-old man who frowned even if his hair was stained with dust is now only wearing a heavy cloak, and he no longer has the energy to care if the hem of his clothes is dirty.

"Southern Xinjiang..." Wen Rong spoke hoarsely and took two quick breaths before speaking a complete sentence, "...is there any news?"

"When we arrive, we will definitely have it!" Qin Yi carried Wen Rong on her back and flew into the distance, "Master, hold on!"

If there was no ambush along the way, they would have arrived half a day earlier!

Now, three days have been delayed for two hours.

Qin Yi's eyes turned red in anxiety, and all she wanted to do was get to Mo's house as soon as possible.

In the middle of the night, he forced his way in, "I want to see Mo Huai!"

The head of the Mo family is whom ordinary people can see whenever they want.

Not to mention servants, not even Song Ji'an would allow it!

He shot an arrow from a distance, "Kill!"

unexpected.

His arrow, which was always on target, actually missed!

Just listen to Qiang, and the arrow will be crooked.

Song Ji'an groaned and looked curiously at the person Qin Yi was carrying.

It covers his face and cannot be seen, but it is so powerful that it can even stop his arrows even if he is about to die.

He was just about to try shooting another arrow when a figure came slowly.

Song Ji'an was stunned and said, "Brother, are you bothering me? I'll take care of it right away."

Mo Huai raised his hand, flew to Qin Yi's side, glanced at Wen Rong, "Hurry, he's gone."

Qin Yi's eyes were bloodshot, she gritted her teeth, held back her fear, and followed Mo Huai.

Song Jian hesitated for a moment, as if he had thought of something.

……

For an ordinary person, three years of inner strength requires more than three years of cultivation, but Mo Huai said he would give it to you.

But now, no matter how much internal strength he has, it is just a drop in the bucket for Wen Rong, and Kankan can only last a few days. Wen Rong had some strength and didn't let Qin Yi back down yet.

He was the only two people left in the room.

Mo Huai sat aside, playing with the wine gourd as usual in his hand, "As entrusted by others, I can only extend your life for three days at most at a time."

In three days, Wen Rong couldn't even leave Liangcheng, let alone the distant Youzhou.

"This is inconsistent with our previous dealings."

Mo Huai nodded, "Compared to you, I will listen to her more."

She is Lie Jiuqing, even if she doesn't mention her name, she will acquiesce.

"I acted according to the tips she left behind. I didn't know about it before." Mo Huai explained frankly, "She may want you to wait for her."

This internal power did not belong to Mo Huai, but was bought by Lie Jiuqing on the black market at a high price.

Some desperadoes are almost starving to death. If the internal strength of these two years can be exchanged for high money and they can survive, no one is willing to exchange it.

In fact, they are all rushing to come.

Mo Huai just had enough to collect.

It’s also for this day.

"Three days, that's enough thanks. I'll send you my thanks soon."

Wen Rong was stingy about opening her mouth and stood up as soon as she finished speaking.

Mo Huai pursed his lips and held him down firmly.

Before they even touched her, Wen Rong had already helped her away.

Mo Huai knew Wen Rong was determined to leave.

Mo Huai was just helpless.

Wen Rong didn't stop and didn't look back just like he left again and again.

Mo Huai pressed his sore eyebrows and said, "Wen Rong, she loves you far more than you think." (End of Chapter)