Luo Yi smiled bitterly, Makura could just be the hands-off shopkeeper, and I'm afraid no one would care about him even if he lay down and slept soundly.
But he can't.
The reason why Luo Yi guessed that there would be reinforcements outside was because this incident happened because of him.
Besides, the adopted daughter of City Lord Ji was still with him. If he made such a big noise in the dead forest swamp, the people outside would probably go crazy.
They are probably counting the number of people now. When Senior Xiang finishes counting the number of people participating in this battle, he will probably come to find him.
This battle is easy to win, but not easy to win.
The details must be reported to Xumu Mountain, and someone will record them.
Luo Yi sighed. He found a quiet place, sat down cross-legged, and slowly adjusted his breathing.
About half an hour later, as Luo Yi expected, Xiang Mo came to the cloud ship to look for him.
But seeing Luo Yi closing his eyes and adjusting his breath, Senior Xiang hesitated for a moment, but still did not choose to disturb Luo Yi.
There were several cloud ships hovering outside the Dead Forest Swamp, and those who came out of the Dead Forest Swamp were all settled at this moment.
Now the cloud boat has started slowly and is ready to sail back to Xuyu Mountain.
The chaos in the dead forest swamp has finally been settled.
But what Xiang Mo didn't expect was that the person who won this battle would be such a young man.
When the cloud boat moved, Luo Yi slowly opened his eyes.
He turned to look at Xiang Mo: "I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for so long. I have some injuries in my body and I need to adjust my breathing as soon as possible."
Xiang Mo waved his hands repeatedly: "It doesn't matter, it should be so."
Xiang Mo took a few steps forward, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
Luo Yi smiled and said very understandingly: "Senior, do you want to ask about the details of this battle?"
Xiang Mo nodded.
Just as Luo Yi was about to get up, Senior Xiang quickly stopped Luo Yi: "It doesn't matter, just sit down and talk."
Luo Yi was not pretentious. After the two of them sat down, Luo Yi recounted the war in the dying forest swamp in detail.
Of course, Luo Yi still concealed some things.
For example, why it can help everyone restore the energy in their bodies.
Although this matter is destined to be hidden, Luo Yi does not want it to become known to everyone.
By the time he returned to Xuyu Mountain, even if he didn't say anything about it, Ji Xian should know what was going on.
Seeing that Luo Yi didn't want to elaborate, Xiang Mo didn't hesitate to ask further.
I can only record a few random entries based on the weird remarks I heard during the head count.
The cloud boats gradually sailed towards Xuzhen Mountain, but no one on the boat seemed to notice that beside these cloud boats, there was a young scribe who was following them all the way in a flat boat.
Perhaps it wasn't that everyone didn't notice, but that this group of people didn't seem to see the scribe at all.
Even though this man was slowly approaching on a boat and above the clouds, almost at the same level as Luo Yi, and when he turned to look at him, Luo Yi was not aware of it at all.
It was as if the two of them were in two different time and space.
At the same time, the other two fronts in Beiyi Prefecture are also in full swing.
Over there in Jueren Valley, it's not that good, but it's not that bad either.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is just a frog boiled in warm water.
Ren Miaomiao was naked and sitting cross-legged on the bed. This was a simple and plain room.
It's so simple that it would be an understatement to say that the family has only four walls.
Ren Piaomiao was wrapped in many bandages, and the faint smell of blood could still be felt from his body.
There was an ordinary long sword lying across his knees.
Suddenly, his door was slowly pushed open.
A woman walked in with a graceful figure, carrying an exquisite food box in her hand.
"Xiao Ren, sister is here to feed you."
Ren Miaomiao, who was originally cross-legged and eyes closed, suddenly frowned.
The woman named Yin Qingqiu closed the door, put the food box on the table, then walked directly to Ren Miaomiao and sat directly on the bed.
She came slightly closer to Ren Miaomiao, sniffed it gently with her delicate nose, and said in a soft voice: "It smells really good."
Ren Piaomiao still didn't open her eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "You can leave."
Yin Qiuqing looked at Ren Miaomiao with resentful eyes: "What an ungrateful and heartless man. I saved your life with my own hands, sister."
Ren Miaomiao finally slowly opened her eyes: "If you want it, I'll give it back to you."
Ren Miaomiao suddenly grasped the sword lying across her knees, pulled out the long sword, and wiped it across her neck with her backhand.
Ren Miaomiao never wants to owe anyone anything, and the same goes for life.
Yin Qingqiu raised her eyebrows, she stretched out her jade hand and directly held Ren Miaomiao's wrist.
"Why are you so ungrateful?"
Ren Miaomiao turned her head and looked at Yin Qingqiu beside her expressionlessly.
Yin Qingqiu raised his face with a faint smile.
For a moment, she took the initiative to approach Ren Miaomiao, and then slowly closed her eyes.
Ren Miaomiao just asked expressionlessly: "What's wrong with you?"
The corners of Yin Qingqiu's mouth twitched. She opened her eyes and looked at Ren Miaomiao with a bit of annoyance: "It's so charming."
Ren Miaomiao continued: "If nothing happens, you can leave."
Yin Qingqiu rolled his eyes at him, "One boring gourd."
She naturally lay back on Ren Miaomiao's bed, not caring about the faintly exposed beautiful scenery after her dress shifted.
Yin Qingqiu rolled around on the bed twice and said out of boredom: "The Lord Wu wants to see you. It's up to you whether he goes or not. I'm just here to tell you."
Ren Miaomiao looked away from Yin Qingqiu, and asked lightly: "Are you done?"
Yin Qingqiu nodded: "That's it."
"Then you can go."
Yin Qingqiu snorted, "I won't leave, what?"
"You dare to hit me?"
With that said, Yin Qingqiu rolled around on the bed twice more.
Ren Miaomiao stood up directly and left the room.
If you don't leave, fine.
I'll just leave.
As a result, Yin Qingqiu was the only one left in the room, lying disheveled on the bed, looking at Ren Miaomiao's retreating back with a pitiful expression.
If this scene were accidentally encountered by others, they would definitely regard Ren Miaomiao as that ungrateful and ruthless prodigal.
