Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 877 Request
Mo Huai smelled heavily of alcohol, and Lie Jiuqing felt a little drunk when he heard it.

He stood in front of the curtains, opened half of them, and blew in the cold wind and said softly: "Do you have time?"

Lie Jiuqing raised his eyes and Mo Huai said, "Xiao An was ambushed and his waist and abdomen were seriously injured. I need you to go away."

Under normal circumstances, Mo Huai would never come to see her. Song Jian's injury was not a minor one, and might even be in danger.

"Wait for me a moment."

Lie Jiuqing walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and quickly wrote two letters.

"draw."

When Huayi came in and saw Mo Huai, he subconsciously clenched his sword.

When did Mo Huai come in?

Ying Sanba noticed Huayi's murderous intention and looked into the tent with a little fear.

Just as he looked over, Mo Huai's indifferent gaze suddenly looked over, and his whole body stiffened.

He was discovered immediately!

Mo Huai was in such danger that Ying Sanba was instinctively frightened.

Lie Jiuqing handed over what he had written, "I will leave for a while and will come back as soon as possible. Please give these two letters to Master Xiao Li and Dr. Shen respectively."

With that said, Lie Jiuqing picked up the cloak on one side and said, "Let's go."

Mo Huai's figure flashed and immediately went into the wind and snow, followed closely by Lie Jiuqing.

Huayi frowned, and his cold gaze slowly shot towards Ying Sanba, "Is there a dead person? You don't even know someone is coming?"

Ying Sanbaguai said aggrievedly: "But he is the head of the Mo family..."

"What about the last one?"

Ying Sanba was stunned, his eyes widened, "What's the last one?"

Just because he can't find Mo Huai doesn't mean he can't find other people, then he's such a waste!
Hua Yi snorted coldly, and drew out the sword in his hand. The frightened Ying Sanba hurriedly grabbed the small notebook in his hand, "Sister Hua Hua, have mercy!"

If he hadn't begged for mercy immediately, his head might have been chopped off.

Huayi looked into the distance and said in a cold voice: "Tell Master Qiansui that the Chu Guards of Xuanji Palace are here."

"This haunting big-tailed wolf."

Hearing about Chu Wei, Ying Sanba frowned and murmured in a low voice: "It's true that Mr. Qiansui doesn't work hard at all. So many men are competing with him for girls, so he's not in a hurry..." "Bang!"

The wooden stake on Ying Sanba's face was broken by Huayi's palm, "Stop talking nonsense and send the message!"

"Yes……"

Ying Sanba covered the small notebook in his arms and left immediately.

I’ve written a lot in the past two days, so it’s time to replace my small notebook with a new one.

On the inner page of the last cover, Ying Sanba silently wrote: Tonight, the young lady and two strong men were in the same room, and there should not have been any intimate contact.

Notes in parentheses: My ability is limited, so this is just a guess. It is recommended that you ask the lady directly.

Although he didn't know what exactly happened inside, his duty was to tell the truth.

The winter in Liangcheng is very cold and beautiful.

In the dark night, goose feathers and heavy snow are flying.

The ground is covered with white snow, and from a distance, the silver light shines brightly.

It's a pity that the flames in the distance and the constant sound of horns on the battlefield ruined this beautiful scene.

Mo Huai headed north and stopped in a small courtyard not far from the city.

The doctors in the hospital were coming and going all the time, and they all looked bad.

As soon as Mo Huai appeared, Shen Yuexi, wearing battle armor, hurried over.

"Master Mo, you are finally here. Song Ji'an is unconscious. Please think of a way..."

When Shen Yuexi saw Lie Jiuqing, she drew her sword and stabbed him, "How dare you come here to kill the person who killed my city lord's manor!"

"Crack!"

As soon as Shen Yuexi made her move, Mo Huai's coercion came over her, and the sword in her hand was cut off every inch. She felt like the god of death was choking her throat, and she was trembling with fear.

"Mo, Patriarch Mo, calm down, I have no intention of targeting you, it's Rong Qi..."

"Come on, see off."

Mo Huai asked Lie Jiuqing to come in, "Mr. Rong, I'd like to trouble you, Xiao An."

(End of this chapter)