When Nan Liyou woke up, he felt a splitting headache and his body felt unbearable pain as if it had fallen apart.
She sat up with her arms, frowned, rubbed her temples, and looked at the room.
The door creaked open, and Ling Xiaohan came in with a bowl of sobering soup and said softly: "Are you awake?"
Nan Liyou nodded and leaned against the railing of the bed, "How long have I slept?"
"Five hours!" Ling Xiaohan scooped a spoonful of soup with a spoon, put it on his lips and blew it, and handed it to her lips: "The temperature is OK. It's okay if you drink it!"
Nan Liyou opened his mouth, his lips slightly dry, and he drank it with the spoonful of sweet soup.
She couldn't help but frown. The sobering soup was slightly sour, and then it was a little sweet and tasted pretty good. She couldn't help but take a few more sips.
A sudden hurried knock sounded outside the door, "Boss, Boss..."
"What's the matter?" Ling Xiaohan raised his eyes unhappily and looked at the closed door.
"What happened, Aotian and our people started fighting!" Zhao Bao shouted anxiously.
When Nan Liyou heard this, he didn't care about the soreness all over his body, and he didn't even have time to put on his shoes. He flashed to the door and opened the door. He was facing Zhao Bao with an anxious face. The corners of his mouth were swollen, and there were still bloodstains: "How come you do you think you're going to be?"
What's going on?"
"I took a few brothers to make clothes. I came out of the tailor's shop and met Aotian people. But they actually insulted the boss as a witch and threatened to find the boss to take revenge! The brothers were so angry that they started fighting with them!
Yan Caiwu explained that there was a tear on the sleeve.
Nan Liyou gritted his teeth, squinted his eyes, and said coldly: "You want to take revenge on me, right? Very good! Let's go and meet them!"
As he said that, he was about to lift his foot and walk out, he realized that he was not wearing shoes or even socks.
"It's not too late to put it on. What should I do if I get sick?" Ling Xiaohan walked over, held her on the stool and sat down, and squatted down.
In the shock of Nan Liyou, he put his shoes and socks on for her.
"Let's go!" Ling Xiaohan looked at her small feet with satisfaction and put on the pair of shoes for her.
"Uh..." Nan Liyou swallowed, and a strange feeling flowed through his heart and disappeared quickly.
Now she just wants to hurry over and teach those people a lesson, call Bai Yin and go straight there.
When they arrived at the scene, there were already three floors inside and three floors outside, and there were constant fighting and cheers.
Yan Caiwu, Bai Yin, and Zhao Bao pushed the people in front of him away to provide Nan Liyou and Ling Xiaohan with his entry.
When the Fengyun Mercenary Group saw Nan Liyou, they stopped and bowed and said: "Boss!"
The people around him looked at the eyes of those people and saw a woman in red with surprise on her face.
"Demon! You are here just in time! We are going to seek revenge for you!" A middle-aged man in Aotian mercenary, holding a double moon scimitar, pointed at her and said arrogantly.
Nan Liyou smiled slightly, blinked his eyes and said lightly: "I said that you are welcome to take revenge at any time!"
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense! Today, I, Wang Li, will avenge my brother Wang Xing!" Wang Li said, his eyes covered by anger, covered with bloodshot.
"Kill the witch to avenge the captain and the deputy captain!" The mercenary hired by Aotian immediately roared wildly, and the big knife in his hand shook with boiling sound.
"Kill the witch!" The angry voices became louder and louder, forcing Wang Li to launch the Double Moon Scimitar to start an attack.