He took the initiative to let him ride the monster beast and asked him to help carry the pot. Gong Ao naturally couldn't refuse. He immediately climbed on the back of the thunder beast, took the iron pot from Mo Li's hand and held it in his arms. He was wearing clothes anyway.
It was already extremely dirty, and now he couldn't care less about cleanliness.
Glancing at the Holy Son who was riding behind the Birdman on the back of the Thunder Beast and holding a black pot in his arms, Li Li held back his smile and flew up.
"Walk!"
Although the wind and snow were strong, how could they stop them.
Along the way, Mo Li made a leap without showing any sign of fatigue.
Bao Bao looked clumsy and was carrying a large bag of luggage but he was not lagging behind. The Thunder Beast carrying Birdman and Gong Ao was naturally not willing to lag behind and just put down its speed and ran along with Mo Li.
One person and two beasts walked against the wind, only Gong Ao, who was on the back of the Thunder Beast, suffered.
The Birdman was tied with a rope to the back of the Thunder Beast, and at most he suffered from the wind and snow. Poor His Royal Highness the Holy Son, who was greeted respectfully wherever he went.
There was no saddle or anything like a saddle on the thunder beast. Not only did Gong Ao have to endure the cold wind and snow despite his injuries, he also tried hard to hold on to the rope with one hand to prevent him from falling, and he also had to hold tightly to the iron pot that Mo Li handed him with the other hand.
In the middle of the night, the snow finally stopped.
However, Li Qiye did not stop and continued to move forward. Although Gong Ao was cold and hungry, he was too proud in his heart and was too embarrassed to say it clearly. He just gritted his teeth and held on to the Thunder Beast.
When it was getting brighter, the team finally left the valley.
Looking at the official road with cars and horses in front of him, Mo Li slowed down.
Here, it's not far from Chang'an City, and she doesn't have to worry about the Divine Cult trying to silence her, so there's no need to hurry.
"The front is Shiliting. Let's wait there... Ah Sneeze..." Gong Ao said, turning over and jumping off the back of the Thunder Beast. Before he could finish speaking, he had already sneezed heavily.
His Royal Highness, the Holy Son, could it be that he had a cold?
Mo Li glanced at him and agreed nonchalantly, "Okay!"
Looking at the crowd on the official road ahead, Gong Ao raised his hand and grabbed his cloak, covering the birdman who was tied to the back of the Thunder Beast.
These alien races that should have disappeared must not be seen by others!
Li Qiye noticed his movements and pretended not to notice. She raised her hand to signal the baby to return to her fingers. She casually picked up the luggage that the baby had been responsible for before and strode forward.
Gong Ao looked at the pot he had placed on the snow, and could only helplessly lift the black iron pot in his hand again.
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Ten Mile Pavilion.
"Ah sneeze!"
The red-clothed warrior who was thrown into the cold stream by Gong Ao yesterday sneezed uncontrollably.
Beside him, there were several warriors wearing red clothes standing in the pavilion. They were the deacons of the Temple of Punishment who came to greet Gong Ao.
Outside the pavilion, hundreds of temple cavalry, all wearing purple clothes and golden armor, guarded the pavilion with a vigilant look on their faces.
Many people entering the city saw this posture and worshiped from a distance, then hurriedly walked around.
Compared with the beloved and revered Great Priest of Light and the Holy Son of Light in the Temple of Light, the common people are more in awe of these warriors and priests of the Temple of Punishment in blood-colored robes.
"Master Deacon, His Royal Highness the Holy Son is back!"
Noticing Mo Li and others walking out of the forest in the distance, a temple knight immediately announced loudly.
Upon hearing the voice of the temple knight, everyone, including the deacons in the pavilion, looked in the direction pointed by the knight.