After listening to Chunfeng's previous explanation, the prince couldn't help but think that Chunfeng had a short-sighted thought because he saw that scene.

Chunfeng wrinkled and looked at Baili Mochen, secretly complaining that she seemed so spineless?

"Ah, no, no, I'm not overwhelmed. This is a bit complicated. You... Can you give me some time to sort out my thoughts? I'm telling you when the time comes!"

Looking at Baili Mochen's inquiring eyes, Chunfeng couldn't help but interrupt his imagination and asked tentatively.

"Oh, that's fine!" Hearing this, Baili Mochen breathed a sigh of relief as if he had put down a big stone in his heart, and said, "Okay, wait until you think about it, you can tell me any time, but in the future, don't leave me no matter what the reason, okay?"

Chunfeng can no longer remember how many times he said to himself after he woke up.

"Okay!" Although this may be the Nth time, Chunfeng still nodded very sweetly.

"Okay, eat it quickly, otherwise the food will be bad if it is cold!" Baili Mochen was satisfied with picking up dishes for the spring breeze. The black eyes hidden under the long and thick silhouettes always had a faint sadness, which was a little unaware of.

Thinking of the child who has not met or even formed yet, he is always a permanent scar in his heart.

Although he was very sad, he still chose to hide the spring breeze because the spring breeze knew that it would be sadder than himself.

The military doctor said that a good mood will be more conducive to the recovery of the spring breeze.

So, whenever he thinks of this, he will emphasize to the Qunfang and tell her not to leave herself at will.

Unexpectedly, the same tragedy happened. Looking at Chunfeng's sweet smile, Baili Mochen suddenly felt even more blaming himself.

Such a bright woman should not be treated like this, it is because she is too careless.

I secretly swear in my heart that I will not let her be hurt.

...

Let’s talk about it, Hongluan, who was seriously injured, defected to Prince Muhan with a full hatred for Baili Mochen.

The severe pain all over his body and the harm caused by the backlash made Hongluan's heart determined to take revenge and vent her hatred in vain.

Looking at the torn red dress and in a mess, Prince Muhan looked surprised, but his eyes were intertwined with some unsightly emotions.

"Oh, Saint, what's wrong with you? How could you be so hurt? Who is it?" Prince Muhan said with a look of surprise and anger.

"Stop talking, arrange a quiet place for me, I want to heal my wounds." Hongluan held back the fishy sweet mouth in her throat and glared.

"Okay, okay, I'll let me arrange it now, Miss Hongluan wait." Prince Muhan still looked like a pigherd with a dog-legged look. After saying that, he turned around and went out to arrange a residence for Hongluan himself.

After less than a cup of tea, Prince Muhan came back again and said to Hongluan, who was half lying on the chair: "Look at your injury, do you want me to send you a military doctor?"

"No need!" Hongluan refused, leaving no chance for Prince Muhan.

"Ahem, okay, I'll take you there now?" Prince Muhan coughed lightly and said to Hongluan.

"The prince sent two people to take me over. Such a small matter will not cost the prince a big deal." Hongluan continued to look like "Don't be close to someone else'."

"Then... OK." The prince, who seemed to be hesitating, ordered the next moment to ask the two soldiers to take Hongluan to the newly arranged camp.

Looking at the red figure that was leaving, a trace of hatred flashed in Prince Muhan's eyes.

Of course he knew that Chunfeng was kidnapped by her halfway through, and he also knew that Chunfeng had returned to King Yao safely.

In this way, all his advantages are to go, and the current situation becomes very passive.

But even so, he would still tolerate Hongluan again and again for no reason, because the witch clan still had many things worth digging in his hands.

And these things can help him, so even if he is dissatisfied, Prince Muhan tried his best to endure it.

When he returned to the camp, Hongluan couldn't help it, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out and fell to the ground.

Hongluan still underestimated Baili Mochen and the energy of the forbidden technique backfire. This time the injury was much more serious than she had imagined.

In fact, if it weren't for her illusion and heart-cleaning technique, Baili Mochen would never have been able to escape her palms. She was too anxious. In the end, the injured one became herself.

After recovering from his energy, Hongluan slowly got up and moved to the edge of the bed, took out a healing medicine, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to sit cross-legged, using her energy to heal her injuries.

But the result was not satisfactory. In less than a stick of incense, Hongluan vomited blood again.

She opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and she was unable to use her energy to heal her wounds!

The internal force that was backfired and uncontrolled wandering not only made her unable to heal her wounds, but even fought against her healing internal force. If she forced her wounds to heal again, her skills would probably be destroyed.

It seems that I can only take care of my external injuries first. Hongluan, who was lying on the bed, bit her lips red with her teeth and her eyes full of hatred.

After three days of rest, Hongluan took the initiative to find Prince Muhan.

"I wonder what the saint is doing to find this prince?" Prince Muhan asked bluntly.

"Hongluan wants to cooperate with the prince again. This time, Hongluan will definitely help the prince get the world and help the prince achieve hegemony." Hongluan said lightly while sitting in the guest seat.

"Is that true? I wonder what the saint has? What conditions do you need?" The two worked together many times, and Prince Muhan was also a wise man and did not say secret words.

"The absolute good prescription is that after the war is over, the prince will need to provide all the living needs of our witch clan every year, and Baili Mochen and his women will be handed over to me for disposal!"

Hongluan picked up the hot tea on the table and continued to taste it.

"Well, it's okay to provide the witch clan. That woman can give it to you, but this King Yao... If he accidentally escapes by him, wouldn't it be a great threat to this prince?"

Regarding transactions, Prince Muhan is cautious from the inside.

"Don't worry, he will not pose a threat to you. Besides, if you succeed, the king will lose, the enemy will be defeated. How can he threaten you who are superior?" Hongluan gave Prince Muhan a beautiful blueprint in just a few words.

"This..." Prince Muhan still seemed to be hesitant.

"Prince, don't worry, I will give the prince a secret weapon based on the previous weapon chart. Even if the person with high martial arts skills is not able to break it, the prince can rest assured!"

Hongluan smiled with a proud look on her face, and she looked full of confidence.

Adding a secret weapon?

Prince Muhan's eyes showed a greedy light, and the things of the witch clan were rare and good things.
Chapter completed!