Xiao Shan grabbed Lang Feihua's chin and chuckled softly, "Lang Feihua, looks like you're having a bad day as well?"
Lang Feihua squinted his eyes, staring at the person in front of him. Is this a Beiyang accent?
He wanted to ask who this was, but his mouth was gagged.
"Brother Xiao, it's too close to the Beiyan Camp here. We shouldn't stay long; let's discuss everything back in the city," Mu Yuanxiu reminded.
"Alright, back to the city!" Xiao Shan hoisted Lang Feihua onto his horse and tied him securely.
Mu Yuanxiu instructed everyone to go ahead while he would follow later.
Xiao Shan looked at him, "Brother Mu, aren't you heading back to the city?"
Mu Yuanxiu patted the two gourds on his horse with a slight smile, "There is still something that needs to be done. You all go ahead, I'll catch up with you later."
Xiao Shan immediately understood, chuckling, "Good brother, we'll wait for you up ahead!"
He waved at the others, and the group rode south.
