Lin Fan, holding Diwu Yun'er, strode into the military camp.
Diwu Yun'er was asleep in his arms, her breathing had returned to normal, and her complexion was rosy.
Before she lost consciousness.
She kept murmuring Mo Ningxiang's name.
Lin Fan scanned the military camp, his expression extremely complex.
A cold smile.
Helplessness.
Anger.
Sorrow.
It was another scene of a defeated army, abandoning armor and dragging weapons.
As if yesterday had reappeared.
He gently placed the sleeping Diwu Yun'er down.
With furrowed brows and sharp eyes, he quickly locked onto Mo Qian and Mo Mo.
The two of them had seen Lin Fan's return from afar.
They found an excuse to console the wounded, intentionally hiding among the crowd.
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, believing it could hide well.
But it's self-deception.
"Mo Qian, Mo Mo! Come out!"
The two were called by name, with no place to hide, forced to come out reluctantly.
"What happened?!"
Lin Fan roared in fury.
