If we have to count age, Wen Renyun is the ancestor of everyone.
Mo Xingsha picked up the wine bottle and turned around and went out: "I live downstairs. I'll go check for you to see if the hot soup has arrived."
They have been traveling together for so long, and although they both like to be clean and will wash themselves whenever possible, the first thing they did when they came to the village was to wash away all the dust on their bodies.
Several men came carrying buckets of hot soup, and also brought a few maids.
Nan Qing took a look: "I don't need anyone to serve me, let them go."
"yes."
Nan Qing went to take a comfortable hot bath. He soaked for about half an hour before getting up. All the meridians in his body were soaked and he would definitely have a good sleep tonight.
When Nan Qing came out of the inner room, he saw food already set on the table and several maids standing aside.
And Mo Xingsha also came up from downstairs: "Wen Renyun, three of those disciples ran away, do you want to continue chasing?"
"Just make your decision as the leader of these things."
"No, no, no, the saint decides."
Mo Xingcha had a lazy look on his face, as if he didn't want to take care of anything, leaving Nan Qing to take care of everything.
"There's no need to chase him. He just ran away. It's just three disciples and nothing more."
"Um."
Mo Xingsha also felt that there was no need to pursue him, so he just asked these three disciples to run back and tell the Kunshan sect the news here to see if they dared to look down on their demon sect.
Next time you come to attack the Demon Cult, please don't let some brats come, they are not good enough at all.
Mo Xingsha sat down in front of the table: "Let's try the food here. After eating, rest early and discuss things with the helmsman early tomorrow morning."
"good."
After Nan Qing sat down, he glanced at the food on the table and found that there was no wine.
Mo Xingcha must have told people here not to bring wine.
He was the one who made her drink the poisoned wine in the first place, and it's him who doesn't let her drink it now.
A smile flashed across Nan Qing's eyes, which was really a slap in the face.
People always have to pay for their mistakes.
Nan Qing picked out a few things he liked, took a few bites, then put down his chopsticks, frowning and looking uncomfortable.
"Why do you only eat so much?" Mo Xingsha noticed something was wrong with her.
Nan Qing reached out and touched his chest and then said in a somewhat depressed voice: "Maybe the poison has taken effect again and I can't breathe."
His eyes paused, and Mo Xingsha put down the bowl and chopsticks and immediately put his fingers on her wrist: "Is there any chaos in your internal strength?"
Nan Qing's secret luck caused his internal strength to become chaotic.
At the same time, Er Er also opened a small plug-in with tacit understanding, which made Nan Qing's body pulse feel like he was poisoned.
Mo Xingsha didn't know medical skills, but he learned a few skills from the Seventh Elder before going down the mountain.
"Your pulse is very messy. Besides being out of breath, what else makes you uncomfortable?"
"Dizzy."
Her voice became a little weak, and her usually domineering demeanor suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Mo Xingsha's heart tightened, and he took out a prescription from his arms: "Come here, take this and make some medicine!"
The maid quickly stepped forward to take the prescription, and then left with the prescription without daring to stop.
And Nan Qing stood up: "Mo Xing Cha, I would like to go in and rest for a while."
"I'll help you."
Mo Xingcha didn't realize that his self-identification had changed, and all his attention was on her.
