Yun Ge frowned and glared at Liang Zhichen menacingly. Liang Zhichen couldn’t help but chuckle, thinking to himself that Divine Doctor Yun seemed like a rival for his brothers’ affections.
Baobao was the only one, and not only did his six brothers exert all their strength to compete with each other, Divine Doctor Yun also constantly vied for Baobao’s attention, which was indeed distressing.
Yun Ge snorted, then turned his head away with an unhappy expression.
Finally, Liang Zhichen said, "I think we should first go to Anyang Village. Su Lang and his Black Wind Camp now live within Anyang Village. The population of Anyang Village is simple, and its folk customs are also plain. Moreover, with Su Lang and his people taking care of things, it is somewhat better."
Located within Qingfeng Prefecture, Anyang Village was not very far from here. Dong Huiying thought to herself that this was also feasible, mainly because there were currently two sick members at home, Shujun and Shu Yu, who were not in very good health. Once they reached Anyang Village, she could also settle down to help the two of them recover.
Moreover, she planned to establish a career of her own during this period and could also make some preparations in advance.
Thus, the decision was made.
Half a month later, an early snow blanketed everything. Both horses and carriages, along with Hong Fei and about thirty or forty other people, arrived at Anyang Village.
Su Lang had already received Liang Zhichen’s message sent by pigeon and had been waiting outside the village with a small stove every day for the past few days.
That day, he finally saw figures approaching, and his joy was immeasurable.
"Master—!" Su Lang rushed toward Liang Zhichen, but upon seeing Hong Fei and others seated high on their horses, his expression stiffened, then he immediately drew his sword with a clang, pointing it directly at Hong Fei.
Su Lang’s face was dark, and his eyes flashed with anger, while Hong Fei was completely baffled.
Liang Zhichen descended from the carriage. Su Lang’s expression relaxed slightly, then he asked hoarsely, "These people—" he looked at Hong Fei and the others, "are they soldiers?"
Even though Hong Fei and the others had already taken off their armor, dressing instead in cotton clothes and coats, Su Lang would not misidentify the imposing air of Hong Fei and the others. They were soldiers, indeed soldiers!
It seemed some unpleasant memories were stirred, and his handsome, youthful face twisted in pain.
Liang Zhichen’s heart sank, and he suddenly became unsure. Was settling temporarily in Anyang Village really a good decision?
At that moment, others inside Anyang Village had also been alerted.
"Big Boss!" Some called Su Lang, others called Master, but when they saw Hong Fei and the others, whether they were working or carrying buckets of water, every single one of them picked up handy weapons and stared angrily.
"Zhi Chen?" Dong Huiying poked her head out from the carriage.
"It’s nothing," he replied, looking back to soothe her, but when he looked at Su Lang again, his brows furrowed slightly. "It seems we are not welcome here?"
Pain covered Su Lang’s face. He wanted to explain, but someone shouted, "Keep away from us, Dayuan’s lackeys!"
"The former Big Boss led us to escape from the Xinsan Army, and I thought this nightmare had ended. But now we meet Dayuan’s lackeys again!"
"You beasts, haven’t you harmed us enough?"
Su Lang’s face contorted as he turned around to shout, "All of you, shut up!"
The scene instantly fell silent.
Then, Su Lang looked at Liang Zhichen, his face forming a stiff smile: "Master, the houses are all prepared. I’ll take you there right now..." He was about to turn around, but—"Wait!"
Su Lang was stopped by Liang Zhichen. His expression grew anxious, "Master?"