Born into the world in 1072

ot that ghost king's corpse. The spirit wasn't smart enough to tell the difference between relatives, was it Hehe...Mu Yunliang's skin is quite useful, isn't it"As he spoke, he reached out and squeeze...When I saw Mu Xiaqiao like that, I felt both angry and amused.

This little wife covered her face with both hands, peeking through her fingers before closing them again, like she was pretending not to hear. She looked so cute and clumsy.

You are the little teacher, even if you really see something you shouldn't, we wouldn't dare scold you, would we

" … Little wife, if you could hold back your laughter and say that again, I might believe you." I helplessly got out of bed.

Mu Xiaoqiao couldn't help but let out a giggle, then turned her back and said with her hands behind her, "Oh my, I had no idea you two were so lovey-dovey. I just sent Si Huang down. She was so stubborn, Mu Wanchen went to persuade her to get treated quickly."

Mu Wanchen frowned, helping me up by my shoulder.

He had just been lying lightly on his side, his clothes weren't really messed up, and he simply unbuttoned his shirt. It didn't look like anything intimate was happening at all, so the young wife didn't shy away too much.

She stood at the doorway and said, "You can go talk to Si Huang, but first put Xiao Yinluo to sleep. Look how red her eyes are... I'm going next door, you guys figure it out yourselves."

After Xiao Shi Niang left, I sighed and said to Mu Wanchen, "You go see Si Huang. I'll sleep for a while... If you need to contact an outside hospital for surgery, come call me."

Mu Wanchen rubbed my head with his bandaged hand as a way of comforting me and then went out after telling me to lie down.

He's truly made of iron. His mindset and physique are both solid, tireless, and without any dramatic emotional swings.

I can't, I'm too relaxed now, my eyelids are so heavy.

Let it be gray, even if Mu Wanchen becomes an old man, I don't think it's a big deal.

As long as he's with me, I don't mind anything else.

The guest rooms inside Miao Wang City weren't exactly comfortable. They might have been pleasantly cool and shaded in the summer, but now in winter...

I slept in the same bed with my clothes on, wrapped in a blanket. The more I slept, the colder I got, and eventually I woke up from the cold.

Even when sleeping under the open sky, with nothing but each other for warmth, I don't feel cold because Mutian is always there like a warm furnace.

But today…

"Damn, it's snowing" I rubbed my eyes and looked out at the white snowflakes fluttering outside.

The snow wasn't heavy, but the wind was strong. The whistling cold wind made the window panes rattle.

No wonder I feel so cold!

This is truly a case of misfortune piling on misfortune. The people who came from Wushi Mountain City have vanished without a trace. How can they endure such hunger and cold

Come on, don't be ridiculous! Why are you going through every nook and cranny of this house looking for something related to Dragon Little Brother

After all, one is a guest in someone else's home. Even if it's an empty house that has been vacant for a long time, one shouldn't be too reckless and cause damage, as it might offend the owner.

Upon thinking this, I resigned myself to getting up and dealing with the immediate issue of food and shelter first. With Mu Wanchen around, these people should be as docile as kittens, eagerly awaiting their Great Shaman's guidance.

After Mu Wanchen went out, he didn't come back. It goes without saying that he was entangled by these tens of thousands of refugees.

As soon as I opened the door, a blast of cold air woke me up. I walked to the hallway outside the guest room and looked out. Down below and on the opposite bank, people were moving about.

I turned my head and saw Long Xia ge standing on a platform on the mountain.

"Long Xiaoge!" I shouted, waving at him.

Long Xiaogē saw me and, through some unknown passage, quickly descended to stand beside me.

"When are we going out to gather supplies In this weather, I'm afraid they'll become desperate from hunger and cold and might cause trouble. There are so many injured people; they can't withstand it." I said worriedly.

Long Xiaoge silently looked down below, lightly snorted: "People, as long as they have the thought of living, will be busy and bustling. You worry more, it's not a few hours."

"...Arrange it sooner, and I'll feel more at ease." I sighed.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "You're really willing to go all out for your man, aren't you"

"Don't give me that, I don't believe you wouldn't hesitate for your wife. This kind of feeling would apply to anyone, right You'd rather suffer and tire yourself out so the other person can feel at ease..."

"Me Impossible." Long Xiaoge chuckled wryly, shaking his head.

"Don't talk too much, be careful that you slap yourself in the face later..."

He turned and said quietly, "Because I have no one around me."

Well, this...

I shouldn't pry into other people's personal affairs, it would be too gossipy. I had better just follow Long Xiaoge in silence out of Miao Wangcheng.

I heard from the Wu tribe that Mu Wanchen went door to door, and just his appearance is a reassurance for these Wu people.

Si Huang was brought to Lian Long's clinic by Mu Wanchen. Lian Long used a special "hairpin" to remove the "shrapnel" from her back and then gave her a bowl of medicinal soup, making her fall asleep.

Someone was holding up those shards and showing them to me: "Little Princess, what kind of sorcery is this"

"...It's a homemade shotgun from the black market, otherwise Madam Si would have been much more seriously injured." I frowned, looking at those black bullets that weren't much bigger than grains of rice.

"Lord Si Huang's natal gu helped her block most of the attacks, but it was also severely injured. Now Lord Si Huang is on the brink of death, I'm afraid things are not looking good..." The messenger whispered to me.

I waved my hand. "Don't worry, I'll arrange for the hospital later."

The newcomer was stunned, and suddenly a hint of indescribable reverence appeared in his eyes as he looked at me. He also bowed deeply to me.

I touched my nose, a little embarrassed.

Long Xiaogē looked at me coldly and said, “You are now their benefactor, providing for their food and clothing. Although you can't compare to the Great Shaman King's status in their belief system, you are far more superior than an ordinary princess.”

"...Thanks again, Long Xiaoge, for your help." I blushed a little.

Long Xiao sneered, his eyes flashing with a hint of "wickedness" as he glanced at me: "You think I'm doing this for free"

"Or what Are you going to ask me for money again I'd be happy to give it to you."

“Humph, this place has been vacant for too long. It's too gloomy and heavy with negative energy, not conducive to our Great Corpse King staying awake. Last time the Great Corpse King's rage was too intense, it was Mu Xiaoqiao who helped. This time, just right, so many people have come, their life force alone is enough.”

"Just take whatever you want, these guys provide a bit of excitement as rent. They're getting a bargain..." I waved my hand dismissively.

Long Xiaoge was stunned for a moment, then showed a rare smile: "…You're easy to get along with."

I took the opportunity to sneak closer and whispered, "How's my fifth senior sister Much more agile, right Did Fifth Senior Sister give you a lot of medicine Are you about to throw up, so you made an excuse to help me escape from home"

Long Xiaoge's expression froze for a moment.

I patted his shoulder, I understand, I understand.

No matter if you're a hero, nobleman, or wealthy person, once you stay in my home for a while because of illness or injury, you will develop respect for my "dutiful and patient" Fifth Senior Sister, and the gossipy, argumentative First Senior Sister.t married a wife and would never become a monk, when he actually interacted with women, he was just like in the song, fearing them like tigers."Even the Buddha said that saving one life is better than...