"Brother, they are looking down on us," Fat Dragon said angrily.
"That doesn't matter, as long as we have a flying beast to ride on," Mo Huasong shrugged it off.
The guard Mo Huasong had brought back to life yesterday was there too, expressing his gratitude to Mo Huasong.
Mo Huasong waved him off lightly, "Don't be polite, I make a living by treating the sick."
Quickly, the flying beast took off, heading towards Changqing City.
At noon, Luo Ziheng called out to Xu Xiangzhi in front of him, "Miss, that's Jie Luo Town over there. How about we stop outside and take the injured guards to the town for medical treatment, and also replenish some dry rations?"
"Yes, Miss, we need to resupply some stuff in town," a few merchants around them chimed in.
They felt safe with Luo Ziheng and his team protecting them, not expecting to run into any formidable enemies.
This morning, those guys had only fired a few crossbow arrows before they got scared off.
