"Then you..." Before the words were finished, the horse was already galloping. Mo Lingwei turned her head and looked back, and saw Mo Jinlan riding the horse in the middle of the path.

The rain was dripping, and Mo Jinlan's voice came faintly along the wind: "I'll go find you again after the business here is over, so as not to drag me down here."

Her voice had the indifference of the past, and seemed to be mixed with impatience.

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to continue riding forward.

Walking to the corner, another wave of people dressed as refugees rushed towards the two of them, holding knives and sticks in their hands, and shouting in oriental language.

Yun Liu stood in front of Mo Lingwei: "Miss, hurry up, I'll stop them."

Mo Lingwei had no choice but to turn her horse's head and run on another road: "Be careful."

What answered her was the screams of those people as Yun Liuyi whipped his iron whip.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and she couldn't see the road ahead. She was drenched in the rain, and she couldn't even open her eyes.

The road was long and vast, and it was hard to tell where the direction to the Governor's Mansion was.

Along the way is wild farmland, and the road is lined with haystacks and ditches.

The sound of horseshoes came from behind, and when Mo Lingwei turned her head, she saw a figure rushing out from the rain curtain, and soon, that figure chased after her.

Mo Lingwei was overjoyed, it was Mo Jinlan.

At this time, she didn't even realize that she was so happy when she saw Mo Jinlan catching up.

As long as everyone is safe and sound, it's fine.

As for the grievances and grievances in the past, I don't bother to pursue them anymore.

After experiencing this war, everyone who survived became a fluke.

"Where's Yun Liu?" Mo Lingwei twisted her neck and looked behind her: "Did you see her?"

"No." Mo Jinlan grabbed her wrist, reined in the reins, walked to the direction of the fork, and glanced back: "It's too late, hurry up."

Before Mo Lingwei could react, Mo Jinlan pulled her off the horse and pushed her into a ditch covered by straw on the side of the road.

"What are you doing?" Mo Lingwei rolled around in the mud, her clothes were dirty.

Mo Jinlan couldn't help but tore off her red cloak, hugged the scarecrow by the side of the road, and tied it to the horse's back with the long whip in her hand.

Then put Mo Lingwei's cloak on the scarecrow's body, and slapped the horse's buttocks forcefully. The painful horse galloped away quickly, and in the distance, only a touch of red could be seen from the back.

"It's too late." Mo Jinlan pushed Mo Lingwei into the ditch covered by the straw stack: "There will be a large number of pursuers, and the guards of the Feng family will not be able to resist for a while, so you hide here and wait for Shaojin and you Gu Wei's men came to rescue you.

Don't worry, they'll be here in time. "

She grabbed a handful of mud and smeared it on Mo Lingwei's head and face, and messed up Mo Lingwei's well-braided long hair, "Don't come out, and don't make any noise."

"What about you?" Mo Lingwei grabbed her wrist firmly: "You hide with me, okay?"

Mo Jinlan looked at her fixedly, the warmth in her eyes was quickly washed away by the icy rain, she smiled coldly and asked, "Don't you want me to die?"

"That was in the past." Mo Jinlan grabbed her wrist with one hand, and tugged at her sleeve with the other hand: "The past was the past, and the present is the present. Our account can be settled slowly in the future."

"Mo Lingwei." Mo Jinlan pushed her hand away forcefully, and said in a cold voice, "It's because your heart is too soft that you can't protect yourself, so don't think about others."