Longevity starts from strengthening internal organs

Chapter 69
Grilled until golden on both sides, the meatloaf is full of oil, no other seasoning is needed, just a little salt is the ultimate delicacy.

With a bowl of thick porridge and a little spicy pepper, everyone was sweating profusely.

Running around in the mountains and forests for the past few days, although relying on Zhao Ya's hunting skills to eat some wild game, but there is a lack of salt and ingredients and there will be pursuers later, so no one is in the mood to taste the taste, just chatting to fill their stomachs That's all.

Now that they have finally entered the range of Wuxiang Mountain, they will be able to return to the city in a short time, and everyone is naturally excited.

Even the things in his mouth became sweet.

At this time, Zhao Ya re-bandaged Meng Lei's wound with the wound medicine stored in the shelter.

After traveling all the way, Meng Lei's wound was not infected, but had a soft scab, and it was about to heal.

This also gave Zhao Ya a more intuitive impression of the strength of the warriors of the three realms.

Not to mention anything else, just saying that this physical fitness is enough to make people enviable.

After a full meal, everyone took a short rest.

Zhao Ya took the opportunity to check the rear, and found that no one was chasing him, so he couldn't help but feel more at ease.

It seems that the people in Qingzhu Ridge also knew that it would be more difficult to catch them after entering Wuxiang Mountain, so they gave up.

Zhao Ya returned to the refuge, and at this time people's spirits also recovered a lot.

As soon as Zhao Ya came back, everyone got up except Meng Lei.

"Brother Zhao, how are you doing?"

Zhao Ya shook his head, "There is no sign of stalking. It is estimated that the people in Qingzhuling have retreated."

Hearing this, Tan Dong and others couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been tense along the way were finally able to relax a little bit.

Only Luo Feng had a dignified expression, his eyes full of deep-seated hatred.

The death of his uncle Luo Qiang has greatly stimulated him, and the once cheerful and lively boy has become taciturn now.

Especially when the word "Qingzhuling" was mentioned, he was even more furious, wishing to eat its flesh and drink its blood.

Zhao Ya had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder.

"If you are rested, then continue on your way and try to get home before dark!"

It was still twenty or thirty miles away from the Elephant Dancing City, but because Zhao Ya was familiar with the terrain, he arrived in front of the Elephant Dancing City very quickly.

It was already night time, and the city gate was closed early.

Zhao Ya led them through a gap in the city wall, went round and round, and finally returned to Changlong Escort.

When they entered the Escort, the people staying behind in the Escort were shocked.

"Boss... Chief Escort, you... you..."

They were just about to talk about how you became like this, Zhao Ya sighed, stepped forward and said.

"Don't ask, something happened on the road, hurry up and prepare clean clothes and food, yes, and medicine."

"Yes, yes, we are going to prepare."

In an instant, all the people left behind in the Changlong Escort were shocked.

Those who stay behind are basically trippers and handymen, not even a bodyguard.

Seeing that the head of the security guard, Meng Lei, is missing an arm, the rest of the people are also in a state of distress, like beggars.

The key point is that he didn't see the escort car, nor did he see many people, so he knew that something serious must have happened, and he couldn't help but feel panic in his heart.

Fortunately, Zhao Ya came forward in time and commanded everyone calmly, which slightly suppressed the restless emotions.

After a lot of work, everyone changed their clothes, and the injured were treated properly, and then they gathered together in silence.

Yes.

What can I say now.

The dart was lost, the people died, and even they came back alive because of Zhao Ya's credit, so naturally they didn't know what to say.

Luo Feng lowered his head and wept silently.

At this time, Meng Lei waved his hand lightly, "Everyone is exhausted after running around all the way, so let's go home and rest, what's the matter, we can talk about it tomorrow."

Everyone looked at each other, then got up silently, nodded to Meng Lei, and dispersed.

Zhao Ya also left.

His heart was also heavy.

Because he knew that there would be a violent storm waiting for the Changlong Escort after he came back, but as Meng Lei said, let's wait until tomorrow to talk about anything.

Zhao Ya was also physically and mentally exhausted from the journey, he just wanted to go home quickly to meet Zui Er and eat a bite of the meal she made by herself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help stepping on his feet, and soon came to the door.

The door was closed tightly, Zhao Ya hesitated for a moment, and didn't intend to knock on the door to enter.

After all, it was so late, knocking on the door had to alarm Zui'er.

He planned to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard, and then wake up Zui'er, so as to save her from coming out to open the door in the middle of the night.

Zhao Ya jumped up and climbed onto the wall without making a sound.

There are traps he has set up below, so take a look ahead and find a place to fall.

Seeing that it didn't matter, Zhao Ya felt a thump in his heart, and then a murderous aura rushed straight to his forehead.

There are two ropes that have been broken under the wall, which are the nooses that I have laid with my own hands.

At the same time, traces of fighting can still be seen on the ground.

Someone came and got into a fight with Zui'er, how is Zui'er doing now?

Did something happen?
A series of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Even when facing the siege of the thieves in Qingzhuling, Zhao Ya was not so irritable.

He didn't care much anymore, pulled out the Meteorite Iron Knife, jumped down the wall, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Drunk!"

Just a moment later, the lights in the room came on, and then there was a soft voice.

"Brother Xiaoya?"

The voice was not loud, but when it fell into Zhao Ya's ears, the blood that had rushed into his pupils instantly calmed down.

"Well, it's me, I'm back!"

As soon as the words were finished, the door opened, and Zui'er rushed out and threw herself into Zhao Ya's arms.

"Brother Xiaoya, I'm not dreaming!"

Holding Zui'er's warm body, Zhao Ya smiled slightly, "How could it be a dream? I was delayed for a while because of something on the road, so I just came back now."

Zui'er hugged Zhao Ya, breathing in the smell of Zhao Ya almost greedily.

When she heard Zhao Ya's voice just now, she really thought she was still dreaming, until she hugged him fiercely, her heart became at ease.

Zhao Ya caressed Zui'er's back, and said softly, "When I climbed over the wall and came in, I saw the trap was touched, what's going on?"

Only then did Zui'er remember that there was still a person imprisoned in the vegetable cellar, and it had been three days since she was imprisoned, and she didn't know what was going on now.

Zui'er hurriedly told Zhao Ya what had happened, and then asked timidly, "Brother Xiaoya, did I do the right thing?"

Zhao Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, and had a conclusion in his mind.

Talking about stealing things is pure nonsense, probably a flower picker in the rivers and lakes who was attracted by Zui'er's appearance.

Fortunately, I took precautions in advance, otherwise wouldn't it be too late to regret?

Thinking of Zhao Ya's killing intent, but on the surface he smiled brightly, and reached out to touch Zui'er's head.

"So drunk, you've done a great job. You should do this when you encounter bad people. Put your own safety first."

(End of this chapter)