Chapter 2253

After all, He Wenhao is from the He family, and his identity is inherently sensitive. It is not easy to command the guards of the Feng family and the Mohist army. He wanted to suggest something in private, but he did not expect that Mo Lingwei, who has always been reticent, arranged everything well organized.

He listened to her calm and calm arrangement with all his attention, a cluster of flames sprang up from the bottom of his deep eyes, and the sparks of the prairie prairie burned more and more vigorously.

He finally understood why Feng Shaojin couldn't forget her. He would rather fight against the entire Fenghe family's power with his own strength, and he was unwilling to marry He Jingshu, the eldest daughter of the He family.

If one person is like this, what more can a husband ask for?

once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking.

Perhaps, after having Mo Lingwei, women in the world will no longer be able to fall into Feng Shaojin's eyes.

He Wenhao and Ren Zhi escorted Mo Lingwei into the cave.

Mo Lingwei was not in good health, and after walking such a long mountain road with Xiu'er on her back, she was so tired that she almost collapsed on the ground, so she found a clean stone slab and sat down.

Shinobi carried the luggage on his back, spread out a thin blanket in the cave, laid Xiu'er on the blanket, and let Mo Lingwei lean on the blanket.

In order to avoid suspicion, He Wenhao leaned against the entrance of the cave.

Renzhi put a pillow behind He Wenhao, half-kneeled in front of He Wenhao, and rubbed his swollen calf for him.

Mo Lingwei whispered: "Thank you, Second Young Master He."

"Between you and me, you don't have to be polite." He Wenhao smiled faintly, his brows and eyes as warm as water: "It is my greatest honor that you trust me so much."

When Gong Su and Mo Jinlan rushed over, they saw that in the dark cave, the atmosphere seemed to be too warm. Mo Lingwei half-closed his eyes with a calm expression, and swept away the harsh words when he hit her just now.

As for He Wenhao, although he was sitting far away, the corner of his eye kept falling on Mo Lingwei.

Mo Jinlan snorted coldly, and deliberately sat between the two of them, blocking He Wenhao's view.

Gong Su clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves involuntarily. He walked to Mo Lingwei, looked down at Xiu'er in her arms, and said without words: "Don't be afraid, I have already asked my people to guard the place. The various passes nearby..."

Mo Lingwei opened her eyes, her brows were full of exhaustion, she only recalled at this moment that Mu Qing once told her that Gong Su had been staying in the south, fighting against the Dongyang people together with the Feng family army.

Mo Lingwei asked belatedly: "When did you withdraw from the front line? Has the war stopped?"

"They were withdrawn last night..." Gong Su said truthfully, "The Dongyang people's stronghold was suddenly blown up. This battle is over for the time being, but..."

"Just what?" Mo Lingwei asked: "Did you find out Feng Shaojin's whereabouts on the battlefield?"

"No." Gong Su shook his head: "Both sides suffered heavy casualties, Young Marshal Feng's whereabouts are unknown, Young Master Gu is still searching for news about him..."

Mo Lingwei said in a daze: "Since that's the case, who blew up the Dongyang people's stronghold?"

Gong Su: "..."

Gong Su was speechless for a moment.

In Mo Lingwei's heart, she always thought that Feng Shaojin was still alive, as if she had some kind of induction somewhere, and she expected him to return safely.

The premise is that she has to survive this catastrophe.

More and more intensive gunshots sounded, and the earth-shattering sound mixed with ups and downs of echoes echoed in the valley non-stop.

Mo Lingwei covered Xiu'er's ears, stood up, and walked to the entrance of the cave: "When the Qinglong gang chases here, the bullets must be exhausted, we still have a chance...

But if they can't attack, the fire will burn the mountain..."

The sky is dry and the things are dry, and these dead trees and branches will burn at any point. Even if they don't encounter an open flame, they will be suffocated to death by the thick smoke.