After Transmigrating, I Became the Favored One in My Mountain Stronghold

Transmigrated to become a mountain bandit? Well, it's like returning to my old profession. The mountain stronghold was as poor as could be, so we could only start developing the land to achieve...

Chapter Ninety-Four: Begging for Faces by Karen

"I understand, brother. We'll go together, nothing will happen." Mo Lan appreciated Hua Fengyu's concern.

"By the way, has that person woken up?"

"Not yet. I gave him a bowl of chicken soup at noon, and he looks a little better than yesterday." Hua Fengyu shook his head helplessly and changed the subject.

Granny Jiang, however, looked at the bear paws on the table and finally regained her composure. "Hunting this kind of thing is too dangerous. Miss, you must not take the risk next time. However, these bear paws are indeed a good thing. To make them delicious and flavorful, they must be specially treated. I'm afraid we won't be able to eat them today."

Hearing Granny Jiang's tone, Mo Lan smiled and said, "No rush."

After saying that, he went directly to the next room to check on the injured person's condition.

Looking at the person lying on the bed, Mo Lan was stunned. After being cleaned up, this person was actually quite good-looking.

Thick, dark eyebrows, tightly closed eyes, curled eyelashes, bronze skin, and a high, straight nose—at first glance, he has some European features, with a standard exotic style, a rugged yet sophisticated air.

Based on this alone, Mo Lan deduced that this person's identity was probably not simple.

Hua Fengyu is right; it's too risky to keep someone like that in the mountain stronghold.

Back at my place, I asked Hua Bao to prepare hot water and took a nice hot shower, which made me feel much refreshed.

Every evening after dinner, the father and son would come to Mo Lan's place for tea, a habit that had become a regular occurrence. A few words of conversation and a few cups of tea were the only time the family of three could spend together.

The atmosphere in the entire village was completely enlivened by a bite of meat. Especially when Mo Lan went out, people would come over to greet her from afar whenever she encountered someone.

Knowing she likes flowers, someone delivers fresh flower branches every day, which saves Flower Bao a lot of time.

Three days later, the injured man finally woke up.

When Mo Lan arrived, Uncle Lin was taking her pulse. "Hmm, youth is a good thing; she recovers very quickly."

The man's eyes lit up when he saw Mo Lan.

"You saved me!" This was the face he saw just before he lost consciousness.

"Yes, when we saw you lying at the foot of the mountain, we had someone carry you back."

Mo Lan glanced at him, surprised. She hadn't expected this person to have blue eyes. After opening his eyes, he looked even more like a European.

"Thank you for saving my life. According to the custom of people inside the pass, I should call you my benefactor. I am Qiyan Kalun, a person from beyond the pass."

As Qi Yan Karen spoke, he placed one hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and gave Mo Lan a gentlemanly salute.

"Qiyan Karen?" That's quite a unique name.

“My benefactor can call me Karen directly. Qiyan is my surname and also the name of my tribe.”

Karen looked at Mo Lan, her deep blue eyes sparkling like two vast, unfathomable pools of water.

Hua Fengyu noticed Karen's gaze, silently took a step forward, and blocked his view.

"Young Master Karen has just woken up, and he must still be very weak. After taking his medicine, he should get a good night's sleep to recover faster."

"Thank you for reminding me, I will definitely get better as soon as possible." Karen could not see Mo Lan, so she turned her gaze to Hua Fengyu.

Since Karen woke up, she has been carefully cared for by Granny Jiang every day, and her body has recovered quickly. Five days later, she was able to get out of bed and move around freely.

Mo Lan couldn't help but marvel at the physical strength of the outsiders.

Ever since Karen was able to walk, it seems like Mo Lan runs into him every day.