It's night time and time to start walking again.

  Fu'er lay on Jasmine's back. The moonlight shone down coldly. It was very quiet. Only the sound of camels and horses running and the breathing of a few people could be heard.

  Getting further and further away from Elima.

  Suddenly, the camel and horse of Alan in front slowed down, and Jasmine also asked the camel and horse to slow down. "Uncle Alan, what's wrong?" she asked in a low voice.

  Yalan turned around and gestured to keep quiet. Ah Jin and Ah Xiang looked around alertly, "There's a sound."

  "Hide in the woods." Alan whispered, and several people quickly dismounted, carried Jasmine and Fu'er off the horses, and hid in the woods on the side of the road.

  Not long after, a group of Elimar knights riding griffins flew low over. Before Fu'er could scream, Ah Jin covered her mouth with one hand. She looked up at Ah Jin, but saw a look of understanding in his eyes. A sense of frustration rose in her heart.

  "They are probably on patrol." Alan said to A Jin and A Xiang in Mingxia language, "We are now close to the Little Bear Pond, and should be some distance away from the Knights' castle near the Big Bear Pond. We will continue our journey after they are far away."

  "Yes." A Jin and A Xiang responded.

  Ya Lan looked at Qu Fuer, whose mouth was covered by Ah Jin, and sighed, "Ah Jin, let her go. Fuer, you'd better not try to escape. If you keep doing this, we can only take other measures to bring you back to Mingxia. Believe me, that is definitely not a good idea."

  Fu'er turned her face away, she thought somewhat unhappily, whether it was Alan or Jasmine, they were actually good people, but why did they insist on bringing her back to Mingxia?

  What greatness do I have to Mingxia? What significance do I have to the distant and unfamiliar Emperor of Mingxia?

  After a while, there was no movement from the Knights. Alan signaled to them that they could continue on their way, but suddenly he heard Jasmine's low cry.

  "ah!!"

  Ah Jin and Ah Xiang quickly turned to look at Jasmine, "What's wrong?"

  Jasmine pointed to the depths of the woods not far away, "There, there are people..."

  "No way, did you see it wrong?" Ah Jin looked in the direction Jasmine pointed.

  "Impossible, I have the best eyesight." Jasmine said quickly, "Uncle Yalan, I really saw someone staring at us just now!"

  Yalan signaled Xiang and Jin to protect the two girls. He drew out the short knife beside him and walked in the direction that Jasmine had pointed. Before reaching the place, Yalan suddenly jumped up and swung his knife as if he had discovered something. A man jumped out from the woods and dodged Yalan's short knife. His red hair looked like blood in the moonlight.

  "He's injured!" Jasmine pointed at the man and said, "Uncle Yalan, that man is injured!"

  Qu Fuer was shocked. That figure and appearance made him a member of the Dragon Clan from the North!

  Alan switched from offense to defense. He saw the wounds and blood on the man's body and said, "Friend, let's stop. We are merchants from the East and have no intention of attacking you!"

  The dragon stopped. He was unable to continue attacking due to his injuries, and now he had no intention of fighting anymore.

  "Your martial arts are not like that of a businessman." He said, "Who are you?" He glanced at the three men and two women and said vigilantly.

  "We are oriental merchants from Mingxia. We just finished selling spices in Elima and are now planning to return to Mingxia." Alan said sincerely, "You are a dragon, right? We have no grudges against each other. Please don't attack my children. We will leave now and pretend that we have never met."

  The man put away his weapon. He wanted to say something but stopped himself. However, he could do nothing to those people because of his injuries. That man was Longgor. Without the Azure Dragon, Longgor's fighting power was reduced by half, not to mention the injuries he suffered in the fight with Cesare. He understood Cesare's intention. He let him go back to Darkwhisper City, so that the people of Darkwhisper City would be suspicious of him and even the dragon people, whose survival rules were extremely simple, would blame him and think that he was a weakling who escaped from the battlefield and executed him.

  He couldn't go back. He had to return to Darkwhisper City with Cesare's head.

  "Alan, father..." Jasmine said timidly, holding the dagger at her waist tightly in her hand, "That man seems to be still bleeding. Should we leave some medicine for him?"

  Fu'er bumped into Jasmine with her arm. Jasmine looked at Fu'er in confusion, "Why did you bump into me?"

  Alan signaled to Axiang, who was standing next to Fu'er, to keep an eye on her and not let her act rashly. He knew too well how much hatred Fu'er, who grew up in Elima, had for the dragon people.

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  "We have some medicine and dry food here." Alan shared some of the medicine and food with Long Gol. "The people from the Elima Knights just left. This place should be safe for the time being. We'll leave first."

  "Take me away from here," Longgor suddenly said, but he looked at Jasmine, "I'm injured. If you leave me here, I will die."

  Jasmine looked at Ah Jin, then looked at Ah Xiang, "But we don't have any extra horses here..."

  Long Geer didn't care. He glanced at Fu'er who was standing next to Jasmine, "You, ride a horse with someone else." He looked at Jasmine nakedly, "I'll ride one with you."

  "How dare you!" Ah Jin pushed Long Gol away, "Are you worthy enough to ride with her?!"

  "Haha, you are not just any ordinary oriental merchants." Long Gol fell to the ground and said with a smile, "You are not brothers and sisters either."

  Yalan had already drawn his knife, intending to kill him immediately, but he saw Jasmine reaching out to stop him, "Uncle Yalan, Brother Jin, he's already so injured, killing him will only dirty your knives. Let's take him away and leave him in the next village."

  "Moli, you are too kind." Ah Jin said, "For people like this whose origins are unknown, just kill them."

  Jasmine shook her head, "It's an unfair victory." She stepped forward to help Long Ge'er, "He's already injured like this, my brother Jin won't attack a wounded man, right?"

  Ah Jin was speechless and could only point at Long Geer and said angrily, "You and I ride on one horse, and Fu'er, you and Moli ride on one horse."

  It was noon of the next day when Nefere came out of the tent again. Yang Liu and several members of the Wind Wolf Squad came forward to inquire about Cesare's injuries. Nefere said that although the injury was under control and the poison was also under control, he could not guarantee that the potion he prepared could cure the disease.

  "Why?" Yang Liu asked.

  "Unless you bring back the man who hurt him," Nefert replied, "He is asleep now. I am going back to the Imperial City. I suggest you move him to a warmer place as soon as possible."

  "I'll arrange it." Yang Liu said. She decided to wait for Cesare to wake up and immediately transfer him back to the castle near the Big Bear Pool.

  Nefer pushed his glasses up, "Who hurt him?"

  "Red-haired Longgor." Yang Liu replied.

  Nefer nodded. "Although the dragons are hateful, it is clear that this man did a good thing."

  Upon hearing this, several members of the Wind Wolf Squad wanted to surround Nephiel, but were stopped by Yang Liu. How could they know the grudge between the two brothers?

  Nefer looked at Yang Liu and said, "When he wakes up, please tell him that even I can't cure this poison, so he can only fend for himself."

  Yang Liu bit her lip and turned to the members of the Wind Wolf Squad and said, "Keep looking for Long Gol until you find him!"

  Long Geer fell off the camel, and Jasmine helped him up by the arm. "Brother Jin, please help me lift him up."

  They arrived at a village, still a village abandoned because of the war.

  Ah Jin naturally didn't want to help Jasmine. He pulled Ah Xiang to tie up the camel and horse. Ya Lan was outside the house checking if there was any danger. Only Jasmine and Fu'er were left.

  "Fu'er, why do you keep looking at me like that? We can't just stand by and watch him die, can we?" Jasmine pouted and said, "He's too heavy. I really can't lift him by myself."

  "He is a member of the Dragon Clan." Qu Fuer said, "How many Elima people were killed by the Dragon Clan in the past."

  Jasmine nodded, "The Elimars also killed many Dragons." She spoke as if it had nothing to do with her, "That's why war is the most annoying thing. There is an old saying in our country, which goes, when will the cycle of revenge end? The Elimars killed the Dragons, and the Dragons came to kill the Elimars, and then it went back and forth. Fu'er, aren't there many ruined villages along the way?"

  Fu'er said angrily, "You have lived in Mingxia since you were a child, how can you understand the cunning and treacherousness of the dragon people."

  Jasmine smiled and looked at Fu'er, "Wait until I settle him down first, then you can educate me later."

  Longgor listened to the conversation between the two girls in silence. He was too tired to refute them. The older girl kept defending Elima, but this girl seemed to be very pure-hearted.

  He was naturally grateful to Jasmine, but he also laughed at this girl who looked like a blank sheet of paper. Those people called her Jasmine, and her lover, and that man had given him a lot of trouble along the way. And if Jasmine hadn't stopped the girl who looked at him coldly, she would have drawn her dagger and stabbed him.

  What a messed up relationship, Long Gol thought. All he wanted now was to lie in bed and have a good sleep, preferably with a full stomach.

  When Jasmine finally put him on the bed crookedly, he wondered in a daze, if this silly girl from the East knew who he was and how many people's blood was on his hands, would she still treat him like this?

  "Wait a minute, I'll find some water to wipe you."

  Jasmine said.

  But a long time passed, and the girl did not come. Long Geer closed his eyes and felt a pain in his body as if it was on fire. He was too familiar with that feeling. Every time he was injured, he would lie in the cellar of the slums of Dark Whisper City. He was tough, and he would lie there for half a day, or two or three days. Anyway, he would be fine after the fever subsided. Why did he need the care of a pretentious little girl?

  He vaguely heard people outside the house arguing fiercely about something. It seemed to be the girl's lover. What kind of eyes were those, Long Gol thought, to be attracted by such a skinny girl with no breasts and no butt.

  In the eyes of the dragon people, she is even an undeveloped little girl!

  Then he suddenly felt something on his forehead, cold and gentle, a feeling he had never experienced before, gently and softly wrapping him.

  There was also the sound of a girl sobbing, softly, like a cat.

  He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the face of the girl named Jasmine.

  She cried, but seemed afraid to disturb him, with tears in her eyes and a look of grievance on her face.

  "You're awake." She seemed to have seen her embarrassing appearance, and she hurriedly smiled and tried to blink her eyes. "You have a fever. Let me wipe the blood off your face first."

  "Did he bully you?" Long Geer asked for no reason.

  Jasmine shook her head, "No, Brother Jin will never bully me." In fact, Jin was really angry with her. Xiang and Jin were of the same mind and didn't talk to her. Fu'er was even angrier, and Uncle Yalan was also unhappy, thinking she was making a fuss.

  Did I really do something wrong?

  Jasmine thought to herself, but both the books and her father, the emperor and mother taught her to be sympathetic to the people, to be kind and merciful, and not to do things like watching people in danger without helping them.

  "Don't cry." Long Geer felt annoyed for no reason. He saw that the woman's eyes were swollen from crying, but she was still smiling like she was trying to please him. "It's so ugly."

  "It doesn't matter if I'm ugly, as long as Brother Jin doesn't think I'm ugly." Jasmine muttered, but her hands were still busy. "Are you feeling better? I only have a few rice balls left. I'll give you half of it. At least you can eat something to regain some strength."

  "Brother Jin" on the left and "Brother Jin" on the right, Long Geer thought, how annoying. He snatched the half rice cake from Jasmine and ate it greedily.

  "I'll clean your wound and apply some medicine on it," Jasmine said softly. "We'll continue our journey tonight, so take care of yourself."

  Long Geer closed his eyes. He didn't know how long it had been until Jasmine pushed the door and left. Then a promise slowly rolled out of his mouth, "Yeah... got it."