Chapter 547 A Group of Remnants
Xing Ran stood straight and firmly beside Yun Qimu and the other two. He retorted with anger in his eyes, "You are judging people by appearances. Is Miss Yun really that powerful or is she just acting? We have seen it with our own eyes and know better than you. Miss Yun does have this ability."
"How could it be impossible? Eyes can deceive, and there are things like illusions. The Han Dynasty's conspiracy methods are very sophisticated, so why can't they be deceiving you?"
"Anyway, I believe in the character of Miss Yun and the other two. They are definitely not spies. What you said is just speculation, there is no evidence."
After a long war of words, both of them had their own stances and what they said made some sense.
Especially this kid Xing Ran seemed to have come to his senses tonight, his words were quite sharp, and Lu Zhong couldn't interrupt him.
He had no choice but to shut his mouth in frustration, letting Xing Ran chirp like an angry bird.
In the end, the people around were dizzy and didn't know who to believe.
Wu Yaxi's head was buzzing from the noise of these two people. She rubbed her temples and shouted, "Shut up, everyone."
Xing Ran, who had just gained the upper hand and was about to press on with his victory, suddenly braked and could only shut up. Fan Hao also breathed a sigh of relief with sweat on his forehead.
On the other hand, Yun Qimu and Hua Mingfei looked like the audience, and they seemed to be a little unsatisfied.
Wu Yaxi noticed their emotions and couldn't help but twitch her lips. Then she turned her eyes away and looked at Fan Hao, saying solemnly, "Since there is no evidence, we can't prove that Miss Yun and the other two are the murderers. Let alone that they are our saviors, we can't just casually suspect them even if they are newcomers. If we suspect them without evidence and based on mere speculation, how can our rebel army recruit talented people to join us in the future? Fan Hao, tell me, am I right?"
"Yes, yes, the Witch King is right." Although Fan Hao was somewhat unwilling, when he met Wu Yaxi's eyes that were smiling but did not allow for resistance, he had to force out a smile that was uglier than crying.
Wu Yaxi glanced at him with satisfaction, then smiled again and said to Yun Qimu and the other two kindly, "I'm sorry, one of my men took the initiative to disturb your rest."
Yun Qimu smiled and shook his head. "It's okay. If something happened within your organization, it's understandable that we three newcomers would be considered the primary suspects."
As she spoke, she smiled at Fan Hao.
Fan Hao took this smile as a provocation and snorted in anger, but under the Witch King's nose, he finally held back and did not cause any trouble.
Yun Qimu looked at his frustrated look, who was unable to hold back his anger, and the corners of his mouth curled up, his smile deepening.
Then she smiled and looked at Wu Chaoxi and asked, "I wonder what the surprise the Witch King mentioned earlier is? It's already past twelve o'clock, and I haven't seen the surprise the Witch King mentioned yet."
"This..." Wu Yaxi's smile immediately faded. "I'm sorry. This surprise might have been delayed due to an accident on the way."
Thinking back to the news Hua Yuanshu had sent me before, the rebel army she led should have arrived around eight o'clock in the evening, and now four hours have passed. This is obviously inconsistent with Hua Yuanshu, who is extremely time-conscious. It is very likely that they encountered some accident on the way.
Speak of the devil, the devil appears. Suddenly, a voice with awakened voice power appeared above the town, "Report, the King of Flowers' army is back."
"Kao is back."
"Very good."
For a moment, the square, which was originally filled with solemn atmosphere, suddenly became excited.
Even Yun Qimu couldn't help but show a hint of anticipation on his face.
"Let's go and welcome the Flower King." Wu Yaxi smiled happily. After instructing Wan Wen to guard the body, she turned around and strode out of the town to welcome their hero.
Yun Qimu and Hua Mingfei looked at each other and followed the excited crowd out of the town.
Yun Jingzheng seemed to have sensed something as well. His resolute and handsome face looked towards the town entrance. After being bumped into by the crowd, he staggered and reached out his big hand to pat Yun Xiaoyu on the back, then followed the crowd.
But what they welcomed was not a victorious army, but a group of wounded remnants.
"What's going on?" Wu Yaxi, who smelled a pungent smell of blood from afar, immediately lost her smile and walked over quickly with a gloomy expression.
"Witch King—" A blood-soaked, disheveled woman running ahead, holding someone in her arms, her eyes bloodshot, shouted in a shrill, panicked, and urgent voice, "Witch King, Witch King, hurry, hurry and save the Flower Queen, she's injured, hurry, save her."
Wu Yaxi quickly stepped forward to steady the person, then took the person in her arms.
This person was Hua Yuanshu. Her face was pale at this moment. Her brows were furrowed on her beautiful face, which was only the size of a palm. Her eyes were closed. Her red lips, which should have been rosy, had lost all their color, like a beauty in her old age.
Looking at her body again, her clothes were tattered, and she was covered with burns, knife wounds, and large patches of horrific scars, which foreshadowed the cruel killing she had experienced. The muddy cloth was stuck to the exposed red flesh, and the whole person was in a horrible state.
The most important thing is that there is a bloody hole on her chest that is constantly bleeding, draining her vitality.
Even someone as calm as Wu Yaxi lost all her composure at this moment. With a frozen face, she turned around and shouted anxiously, "Quick, healing ability person, come and save us!"
His usually pleasant voice suddenly broke.
Then she seemed to have thought of something, and decisively took out the big red medicine that Lu Zhong had just given her in the afternoon from the space button. With trembling hands, she asked the person next to her to help pry her mouth open and then feed her the medicine.
Yun Qimu, who was still squeezed in the crowd, noticed something was wrong. He exerted his mental power without hesitation, isolating the people blocking the way in front of him, clearing a path for himself, and then ran over quickly.
The remaining soldiers didn't even glance at her. Her eyes were all on the person Wu Yaxi was holding. When she saw that familiar face, her blood instantly rushed back and her heart pounded.
It’s her, the mother in my memory.
"Mom." She called out subconsciously, her eyes were very dry and her throat was choked. She ran over quickly, pushed away the people blocking her way, knelt down in her place, and hurriedly took out a bottle of big red medicine from the space button, and poured another bottle into her mouth after Wu Yaxi.
After taking two bottles of big red medicine, the bleeding hole in Hua Yuanshu's chest gradually stopped, and the wounds on his body that were still bleeding also gradually began to heal.
Seeing this, Wu Yaxi breathed a sigh of relief, and her bright pale face gradually regained its color.
Fortunately, fortunately this medicine really works.
Yun Qimu lowered his trembling hands, lowered his eyes and began to calm down.
(End of this chapter)
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