Chapter 830

Don't want to die!

Never die here!

Murong carefully clenched his teeth and climbed towards the arch with only one breath.

Before he had traveled more than a meter, his eyes were blackened frequently.

In a trance, he saw several figures appear from the arch in front.

As if he had found a savior, he shouted at those figures, "help, help, help me!"

With this cry, he succeeded in seeing those figures lean towards him. His heart was relaxed, his eyes were completely black and he lost consciousness.

When Murong Shen was punished, Murong Royal and Mo Xiyan had handled all matters of the stronghold, left the Yong'an mountains and hurried to Xingping county.

At this time, the flood has receded, and the bodies of people and animals scattered in the mud can be seen almost everywhere. I do not know that they were originally a village, because the agricultural houses in this era were only covered with soil and straw, so they are not solid.

Therefore, under the attack of this catastrophic flood, the villages that have been completely leveled without any trace are also greatly affected.

According to Murong Yu's memory, the devil and Mo Xiyan said that the most sad thing in this era is these civilians, because their lives are not valued, and no one even comes to check these flattened villages.

The greatest possibility is that after a few years, other people will come to rebuild the village. As for whether the name of the village is still the same as the original, it may not be.

Don't cherish * * at once. Listening to the devil's words, he saw the scene of lying dead for hundreds of miles. He was very depressed and sad.

She is a doctor. Although she is not a regular doctor, she still can't see human life and is not valued. Such a thing.

So Murong Yu's words had a great impact on him.

"But the tragedy of an era."

She couldn't help sighing.

"Every era has its own sad place. If you worry about one every time you go to an era, won't you be tired to death?"

Murong Yu chuckled, patted the ass of Mo Xiyan's horse and said loudly, "besides, I think you might be able to help if you don't go to Xingping quickly instead of lamenting here?"

Don't cherish Yan's thought. The bottom of his eyes is busy and bright. "You're right. Instead of being a literary and artistic young man here, you'd better do something practical."

After that, she clamped her horse's belly with force, threw her whip and galloped away towards the front.

Seeing that she had regained her vitality, Murong also smiled knowingly and quickly followed her with a whip. Then they followed them on the sixth day and the fourteenth day of the sixth day of the lunar new year, and they went straight northwest.

Soon, they saw the Zhangjiazhuang mentioned by Li YeYe.

Not that the village is still there.

Only because the village monument marked with the name of the village is still there, they know that this flat land turned out to be a Zhuangzi.

Mo Xiyan looked at the Zhangjiazhuang village deeply buried in the mud, took a deep breath and said to Murong, "let's go and have a look, maybe there can be a living mouth."

After seeing the disapproval in Murong Yu's eyes, she added again, "miracles may really exist, don't they?"

"Listen to you." Murong Yu was persuaded by her.

They turned their horses, crossed the village Monument and headed forward.

Unfortunately, they made several rounds around here, found the homestead of Zhangjiazhuang and saw several wells, but they just didn't see anyone.

Disappointed, Mo Xiyan listened to Murong Yu's words and went on to leave Zhangjiazhuang.

Seeing Mo Xiyan's loss, Murong Yu took the initiative to take her in to find survivors whenever he passed a village.

As they got closer to Xingping County, they really found several survivors from several villages, including several children.

This makes Mo Xiyan feel full of achievement, but also makes him more happy.

She was happy, and Murong Yu was also happy.

Just because there are so many people, it becomes a problem to leave with them.

So at Murong Yu's suggestion, they established a refugee camp in Liangping town.

According to this era, it is a shelter. Mo Xiyan calls it a construction office.

At the same time, according to Mo Xiyan's suggestion, a second construction office has been built nearly five meters away from the shelter to treat sick refugees. The fear is that epidemic diseases will occur among these people, which will become a large-scale plague.

It is very important not to cherish Yan's plan for a rainy day.

In order to make this shelter more meaningful, Murong Yu also transferred nearly 100 people from Qianshui village in ruoan county to Liangping town.

Before the arrival of these people, Murong yurang followed his six dark guards to the light, just like the sixth and fourteenth day of the ninth lunar month, to help Mo Xiyan.

It's just that before the people arrive, they need to deal with the arrangements by themselves.

Because when she felt the pulse for the new refugees in the shelter, she immediately found nearly five patients.

"The sixth day, the fourteenth day, come here and help me send them to the second construction office." Mo Xiyan found out. He simply pricked them, so he called them to the sixth day, the fourteenth day and took them to the second construction office.

Her voice attracted Murong Yu and others.

"What's the matter?" Murong Yu coldly looked at several people who fell to one side and slightly frowned. "Is this sick?"

Mo Xiyan nodded lightly and said with ease, "well, it's not a serious disease, but it's more convenient to take care of in the second construction office."

In order not to cause panic, she subconsciously concealed it.

However, you can hide it from ordinary refugees, but you can't hide it from Murong Yu.

"Wash your hands." Murong Yu smelled the speech and, without saying a word, took Mo Xiyan and left.

His tone and attitude soon made the nearest refugees look puzzled.

Don't cherish Yan's worry. He hurriedly shouted, "if you think I'm dirty, just say it. It's too overbearing to order me to wash my hands so fiercely."

She said and kicked Murong Yu's calf. It looked like an ordinary couple flirting.

It turned out to be a little awkward. It's really strange.

The refugees were saved by Mo Xiyan and Murong Yu. Naturally, they have different respect for them.

I haven't seen them jump like this before. At present, they all smiled knowingly and silently blessed them. Their doubts really disappeared. There were no more questions about those refugees being transferred to the second construction office.

After staying away from the crowd, Mo Xi Yan Bai glanced at Murong Yu, "what were you doing just now? If they really doubt the people's hearts, would you like it?"

Murong Yu didn't answer, but he was silent and took Mo Xiyan for a few steps. Then he quickly took a basin from the stored water and handed it to Mo Xiyan, "wash your hands first and talk about the rest later."

"You." Mo Xiyan sighed and washed his hands obediently. Even in order to reassure Murong Yu, he took a piece of sulfur soap from the space, rubbed it several times, spread out his hands and shook in front of the man.

"Nah, don't worry now?"

"HMM." Murong Yu nodded, then pulled her into his arms, "promise me, don't do this next time."