Chapter 271: It’s Best To Be Careful

Chapter 271: It’s Best To Be Careful

Han Moze looked at the hundreds of people on the ground and furrowed his brows, then immediately pulled out a jug of water.

“Ze, what are you going to do?” Liu Rushuang asked.

Han Moze smiled softly. “Shuang’er, I haven’t told you before but my blood can cure a hundred types of poisons.”

Stunned, Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows and asked, “Ze, how did you manage to do that?”

With his inner breath, Han Moze cut a line on his own wrist and allowed his blood to drip into the jug.

“I’ll tell you in the future. I’m afraid it’d frighten you, if I told you right now,” he said with a faint smile.

Liu Rushuang speechlessly grinned with even more curiosity. “Could it be because you took many kinds of antidotes?”

Han Moze had a wicked smile on his face. “It’s because I took many types of poisons.”

Liu Rushuang couldn’t comprehend it at all. Why isn’t he dead from taking many types of poisons? But rather, his body seemed to be impervious to hundreds of poisons?

“I’ll gradually tell you about the painful process in the future. Saving people is more important right now. Shuang’er, go get another jug,” Han Moze said with a flat voice.

Liu Rushuang saw Han Moze bleed non-stop and furrowed her brows. She promptly grabbed another jug and headed back to him.

Han Moze continued to bleed into the jug.

“Go grab another jug.”

Liu Rushuang’s brows tightened, as she went to grab another jug.

In the end, Han Moze filled ten jugs of blood water to cure the poison.

Liu Rushuang noticed Han Moze’s pale-white face and immediately walked over to help him up.

“Ze, you should go get some rest in the carriage for a while.”

Han Moze clutched Liu Rushuang’s slender hand and smiled softly. “Shuang’er, I’m fine. I’m just losing a bit of blood, that’s all.”

Liu Rushuang couldn’t persuade Han Moze out of it.

So then, the two of them carried the jugs and fed the shadow guards and assassins the bloody water.

After the shadow guards and assassins drank the bloody water, the darkness from their faces slowly disappeared.

After about fifteen minutes, the shadow guards and assassins got to his feet.

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“Big sister and big brother are amazing!” Sighed Le Zhengyu, as he laid sprawled out on top of the carriage.

Lian Jiuhua pinched his arm hard. “Ah! It hurts! So I live! Yesss!”

Mei Ye silently shot a glance at Lian Jiuhua.

Was this really the top shadow guard?

Han Moze saw everyone up on their feet and ordered, with a deep and resounding voice, “Let’s go!”

“Yes, young master!”

Han Moze and Liu Rushuang led their people to prepare to fly forward with their Qinggong.

“Big sister, and me!” cried Le Zhengyu.

Liu Rushuang grinned viciously. She almost forgot about that little thing. She turned around and walked up to the carriage, gritted her teeth, and reached her hand out to Le Zhengyu.

Le Zhengyu hurriedly crawled up to Liu Rushuang’s little hand and smiled.

“Big sister, I’ll definitely follow you from now on!

Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows in disgust. “Alright.”

Le Zhengyu crawled up on Liu Rushuang’s shoulder.

Liu Rushuang’s whole body felt uncomfortable.

Le Zhengyu clutched onto her sleeve with his eight hairy legs and smiled. “Big sister, we can go now.”

Liu Rushuang thought of Le Zhengyu as a butterfly, as it flew forward.

Han Moze, who flew in front of her, saw the spider on Liu Rushuang’s shoulder and forced himself to refrain from slapping it to death.

In the evening, everyone reached a rather large town.

They stayed in a tavern, had their fill of food and water, then slept soundly.

Han Moze’s lips were already considerably pale when Liu Rushuang poured him a cup of tea.

Han Moze smiled faintly and down his cup of tea. “Shuang’Er, I’m fine. You don’t need to look at me with a crumpled expression on your face.

Liu Rushuang relaxed her brows. “You forced yourself to travel for two to three hours, heavily injured. You really don’t know how to take care of yourself!”

Han Moze stroked Liu Rushuang’s beautiful little face and spoke with a soft voice. “What if the enemy sends countless black sables to attack us again? By then, I won’t have any blood for our people to drink.”