Longevity starts with strengthening the internal organs

Grilled until golden brown on both sides, the meat patties are sizzling with oil. No other seasonings are needed, just a little salt. It is extremely delicious.

Served with a bowl of thick porridge and a little spicy food, everyone was sweating profusely.

After running around in the mountains and forests for the past few days, although Zhao Ya was able to eat some game thanks to his hunting skills, the lack of salt and ingredients, plus the pursuit of soldiers, meant that no one was in the mood to taste the food and just satiated their stomachs. That’s all.

Now that they have finally entered the range of Wuxiang Mountain, they will be able to return to the city in a short time, and everyone's mood is naturally uplifted.

Even the food in your mouth becomes sweeter.

At this time, Zhao Ya used the wound medicine stored in the shelter to re-bandage Meng Lei's wound.

During this journey, Meng Lei's wounds were not infected. Instead, they formed soft scabs and were about to heal.

This also gave Zhao Ya a more intuitive impression of the power of the Three Realm warriors.

If nothing else, just say that this physical quality is enough to make people enviable.

After a full meal, everyone took a break.

Zhao Ya took the opportunity to explore the rear and found that no one was chasing him, which made him feel much more at ease.

It seems that the people in Qingzhuling also knew that it would be more difficult to catch them after entering Wuxiang Mountain, so they gave up.

Zhao Ya returned to the shelter, and by this time people's spirits had recovered a lot.

As soon as they saw Zhao Ya coming back, everyone except Meng Lei stood up one after another.

"Brother Zhao, how are you?"

Zhao Ya shook his head, "No sign of tracking was found. It is estimated that the people from Qingzhuling have retreated."

After hearing this, Tan Dong and others couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The nerves that had been tense all the way could finally relax a little.

Only Luo Feng looked solemn, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

The death of his uncle Luo Qiang greatly stimulated him. The once cheerful and lively boy has now become taciturn.

Especially when the three words Qingzhuling were mentioned, he became even more furious, wishing he could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Zhao Ya had no choice but to pat him on the shoulder.

"If you have rested well, then continue on your way and try to get home before dark!"

This place is still twenty or thirty miles away from Wuxiang City, but because Zhao Ya is familiar with the terrain, he quickly arrived in front of Wuxiang City.

It was already night time, and the city gate had long been closed.

Zhao Ya led them through a gap in the city wall, walked around in circles, and finally returned to Changlong Escort Agency.

When they entered the escort agency, the people who stayed behind were shocked.

"General...General escort chief, you...you..."

They were just about to say how did you end up like this, when Zhao Ya sighed and stepped forward.

"Don't ask. Something happened on the way. Quickly prepare clean clothes, food, and, by the way, medicine."

"Yes, yes, let's get ready now."

In an instant, all the people left behind in the Changlong Escort Bureau were shocked.

The people left behind were basically the gangsters and handymen, not even a bodyguard.

Now I saw that the chief escort, Meng Lei, had lost an arm, and the rest of the people were in a miserable state, like beggars.

The key was that they didn't see the escort car or many people, so they all knew that something big must have happened, and they couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Fortunately, Zhao Ya stepped forward in time and commanded everyone calmly, thus suppressing the restless mood a little.

After a busy period of work, everyone changed their clothes, and the injured people received proper treatment, and then they gathered together in silence.

yes.

What more can be said now.

The escort was lost, the person died, and even their ability to come back alive was because of Zhao Ya's fault. Naturally, they didn't know what to say.

Luo Feng lowered his head and shed tears silently.

At this time, Meng Lei waved his hand gently, "Everyone is exhausted from running all the way. Let's go home and rest first. We can wait until tomorrow to discuss anything."

Everyone looked at each other, then stood up silently, nodded to Meng Lei, and dispersed.

Zhao Ya also left.

His heart was also heavy.

Because he knew that there would be a violent storm waiting for Changlong Escort Agency when he came back, but as Meng Lei said, let's wait until tomorrow to talk about anything.

Zhao Ya was exhausted physically and mentally from all this running around. He just wanted to get home quickly, meet Zui'er, and have a bite of the food she cooked by herself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but step on his feet and soon arrived in front of the door.

The door was closed tightly. Zhao Ya hesitated for a moment and then stopped knocking to enter.

After all, it was so late, and knocking on the door would disturb Zui'er.

He planned to climb over the wall into the courtyard and then wake up Zui'er, which would save her from having to come out and open the door in the middle of the night.

Zhao Ya jumped up and climbed onto the wall quietly.

There are traps he has laid down below, so take a look in advance and find a place to fall.

Seeing that it didn't matter, Zhao Ya felt his heart skip a beat, and then a murderous aura rushed straight to his forehead.

There are two broken ropes under the wall, which are the nooses laid by myself.

At the same time, traces of fighting can still be seen on the ground.

Someone came and had a fight with Zui'er. How is Zui'er doing now?

Did something happen?

A series of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Even when facing the siege of the Qingzhuling thieves, Zhao Ya was not so irritable.

He didn't care anymore, pulled out the meteorite sword, jumped off the wall, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Zui'er!"

Just a moment later, the lights in the room came on, and then a soft voice came.

"Brother Xiaoya?"

The sound was not loud, but after it fell in Zhao Ya's ears, the energy and blood that had rushed into his pupils calmed down instantly.

"Well, it's me, I'm back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened and Zui'er rushed out and threw herself into Zhao Ya's arms.

"Brother Xiaoya, am I not dreaming?"

Holding Zui'er's warm body, Zhao Ya smiled slightly and said, "How could it be a dream? I was delayed for some time due to something on the road, so I just came back now."

Zui'er hugged Zhao Ya and breathed in Zhao Ya's scent almost greedily.

When she heard Zhao Ya's voice just now, she really thought she was still dreaming. It wasn't until she hugged him tightly that she felt at ease.

Zhao Ya caressed Zui'er's back and said softly: "I just saw the trap being triggered when I climbed over the wall. What happened?"

Only then did Zui'er remember that there was still a person locked up in the vegetable cellar. He had been locked up there for three days, and he didn't know what the situation was like now.

Zui'er hurriedly told Zhao Ya what happened, and then asked timidly: "Brother Xiao Ya, did I do the right thing?"

Zhao Ya narrowed his eyes slightly and already made a conclusion in his heart.

Talking about stealing things is pure nonsense. He is probably a flower picker in the world who was attracted by Zui'er's appearance.

Fortunately, I took precautions in advance, otherwise wouldn't it be too late?

Thinking of this, Zhao Ya was murderous, but on the surface, he smiled brightly and reached out to touch Zui'er's head.

"Hao Zuier, you did a great job. This is what you should do when you encounter bad people. Put your own safety first."