When Ximen Yunhai heard that Mo Zihan was the only one going down the mountain, he immediately sat up excitedly, but he broke into a cold sweat because of the pain from the wound.
Mo Zihan quickly supported him and lay down again.
"Don't move! I'm sure I'll get out of here, and I'm not alone. Sheng Yunjie and Sheng Qing will accompany me down the mountain, as well as Yi Wuchen, Leng Feng, and cousin Ming. Everything will be fine for sure."
After listening to Mo Zihan's words, Ximen Yunhai was no longer so excited. But he was still worried.
"Haner, please open the drawer over there."
Mo Zihan opened the drawer according to the direction pointed by Ximen Yunhai. Placed inside was the pistol she had seen when Mo Zihan and Ximen Yunhai first confronted each other.
"Take it with you. You can use it to defend yourself in times of crisis."
"Okay." Mo Zihan unceremoniously put the gun directly into his pocket.
Between her and Ximen Yunhai, there is no need to say thank you.
Mo Zihan's actions made Ximen Yunhai feel very comfortable, and he said with a smile: "I will heal the injury as soon as possible, and then come down the mountain to find you."
"Then you should have a good rest now and try to get off the mountain as soon as possible. We were enemies in the last life, but we never had a chance to compete.
Now, we are comrades-in-arms, hoping to have the opportunity to cooperate, and the old witch has been eliminated."
Thousands of miles of grassland, endless and green as far as the eye can see.
As the breeze blew by, it was like waves rolling one after another.
The sky is clear, the fields are vast, and cattle and sheep are visible in the wind-swept grass. Under the blue sky and white clouds, the cattle are leisurely and the sheep are proud.
The world outside the gate is leisurely and natural.
Carriages and horses galloped quickly on the grassland. The world here had already been opened up by the 500,000 North Vietnamese army, and all supplies were readily available.
In the carriage, the heads of the seven sects took turns injecting true energy into Quan Han's body.
He was really injured too badly and his heart veins were seriously damaged, and the martial arts of the heads of the seven sects were obviously inferior compared to Xue Chanzi. If you want to use true energy to connect Quan Han's damaged heart veins,
It's impossible. So I can only continue to breathe for him to stay alive.
However, no one's true energy can be continuously supplied to others, so the heads of the seven sects decided after discussion to replace one person every two quarters of an hour. This would not only extend Quan Han's life, but also not consume too much for everyone.
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But even so, the combined power of the seven masters can only barely maintain his life. If he wants to get better, it is impossible.
As for the Qianjia brothers who were slightly injured, the five hundred cousins who had gathered together took turns using their internal strength to treat their injuries.
Because Quan Han's injury should not be too rough, by the time Aoden and his party arrived in Kubei, a full fifteen days had passed.
Kube is the most barren place in the grasslands of North Vietnam, with sparse water and grass, making it unsuitable for the development of animal husbandry. The climate is cold all day long except in midsummer.
Therefore, on the grasslands dominated by animal husbandry, this area is considered a dead land and inaccessible. On the map of North Vietnam, this area is almost negligible.
But after Mo Zihan's knowledge spread, everyone realized that this place turned out to be a rare Feng Shui treasure land. Every inch of the land was gold.