"You're awake."

Looking at Lai Junchen who was rubbing his head and sitting up from the ground, Yang Mo handed him the newly made wine from the gourd.

"I, I'm...you..."

Lai Junchen took the gourd with a blank look on his face and took a sip. He thought it was water. He realized it was wine after he entered his mouth and coughed.

"I came in a hurry and didn't bring any money with me. You're paying for this hop."

Yang Mo fiddled with the fire in front of him and threw the bag at Lai Junchen.

Lai Junchen, who was choked by the drink, only realized at this time.

Shouldn't I be with General Wei now?

how...

Why did Yang Mo still look very calm and cowardly in front of him? But at this moment, he felt a sense of calmness.

"Yang Mo, you..."

Lai Junchen was about to get up, but suddenly a severe pain came from his legs. He let out a terrible sound and looked down. He saw blood stains between his ankles and panic.

"Don't move, your tendons are broken."

Yang Mo rolled the grilled fish on the fire, feeling quite embarrassed: "I haven't eaten much for two days and wanted to catch some fish, but I was afraid that you would suddenly wake up and run away, so I broke your tendons."

The fish is almost grilled, fragrant.

Yang Mo picked up one and handed it to Lai Junchen, showing an apology: "Sorry, you didn't agree with it."

"You! Yang Mo! You bitch..."

Lai Junchen was crazy, his eyes were red, and he cursed at him, and even threw the grilled fish in his hand at him.

But before the swear words were finished, a stab was stabbed in the thigh.

He almost fainted in pain.

"You have experienced the taste of being cut into pieces. Since you wake up, let's talk about the serious business."

Yang Mo ate the grilled fish, and the sound of the grunt in his stomach slowly calmed down.

"You ask and answer, I ask and answer, and we should not take advantage of each other."

After saying that, he picked up the grilled fish that Junchen threw away from the ground, and without scrubbing it, he stuffed it into his hands.

"People with disabilities are preferred, you ask first."

After saying that, he ate the grilled fish with a bite of fishy smell, his eyes as if it was torched.

"You...who are you?"

Lai Junchen gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and the hatred in his eyes was like a knife.

"I am a time traveler, and I am called Yang Mo in this life. A down-and-out royal family in the Northern Sui Dynasty made a living with straw sandals. Now I am from the Duke's Mansion. Well, my son-in-law, you all think so anyway."

Yang Mo swallowed the fish and thought for a while: "The previous life was called Yincheng, and it came from the 21st century... Okay, it's my turn to ask you."

Lai Junchen widened his eyes and hatred became incredible.

Time traveler, he, he is actually a person from another world!

Although I don’t know what the 21st century means, when I think of the book "Caraichio", Lai Junchen instantly understood: "You, you are the hunchbacked bearded man! Ah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lai Junchen screamed again.

Yang Mo pulled the dagger out of his other thigh, his face a little cold: "I'll say it again, I'll ask you to answer, or, you ask me to answer, don't say much about other nonsense."

"This dagger was carefully selected by me in the treasury of the Duke's Mansion. It cuts iron like mud, and it can be sharper than the knife I used to scrape you in my previous life."

"well!"

Lai Junchen is a person who has been cut into pieces after all, and his ability to endure pain is incomparable to ordinary people.

The two stabs in the leg made him more energetic.

"Who are you?"

"I? I called Junchen, who also came from another world, a dynasty called Wu Zhou..."

Sure enough, there are other time travelers in this world.

Although he might have expected this, Yang Mo was still a little shocked and surprised when he heard Lai Junchen admit it with his own ears.

But it only recovered in an instant.

If you have it, you will have it. Hold the Li family's thighs tightly. No matter how many time travelers come, there will be no big problem with Li Shimin in front of you.

"Oh, no need to explain, I know. We both come from the same world, but in that world, I was born hundreds or thousands of years after you died."

Lai Junchen just understood completely why Yang Mo was so clear about his experience.

"Okay, it's your turn to ask me."

"You, how did you rob me from the five hundred soldiers?"

Lai Junchen’s most confused thing now is this matter, although it is not important to know the answer to this question now.

But he just wanted to know.

"Well, after I used that broken book to test you the day before yesterday, I found that you were panicked and were about to leave Taiyuan as I expected. So I followed you all the way."

"Follow me?"

Lai Junchen instinctively asked, and instantly shivered after realizing it, looking at the dagger in Yang Mo's hand in horror.

I found that he did not fuck me anymore, so I felt a little relieved.

"Yes, follow you."

Seeing that he seemed to calm down, Lai Junchen was brave enough to exclaim his doubts: "Okay, but I didn't see a boat behind..."

"I'll follow your boat."

Yang Mo smiled brightly: "If you were on a boat, wouldn't you find out?"

Lai Junchen was even more confused: "Follow my ship?"

The fast ship was not big. There was no one else on the ship except his servant, Chang Liang and the boatman.

How could Yang Mo follow his ship all the way?

"Oh, by the way, I just forgot to introduce it to you. My profession in my previous life was a pirate, of course, an undercover agent..."

Yang Mo sighed and looked up at him: "I've been following your stern."

After saying that, Lai Junchen immediately understood what he had just said.

The man in front of me was always in the water, holding on to his boat with this thing, and following him for two days and one night.

This, this, how is this possible?

How could he stay in the water for so long?

"This body is still weaker. If I were in my previous life, I could have stayed in the water for longer."

Yang Mo pinched his arm. After more than a month of exercise, he finally got some muscles.

Hearing this, Lai Junchen had to accept the reality...

"Since you are going to kill me... why don't you take action in Taiyuan, but you have so much trouble?"

"Because that girl said that killing you in Taiyuan will be unfavorable to the Li family. At the ferry thousands of miles away, killing you in front of the person who greets you will not suspect that it was done by the Li family."

Yang Mo pinched his muscles and explained patiently.

“That’s right…”

Lai Junchen was completely convinced, his eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, by the way, are you wearing souls or wearing bodies?"

Yang Mo suddenly thought of a question and asked when he looked at Lai Junchen who was already dull.

"What...what...soul wears?"

"That's right, have there been any changes in your body now and your previous life?"

"No...no..."

Lai Junchen answered in a daze.

"Oh... I'm wearing it, so we're still a little different."

Yang Mo suddenly realized and then said, "It's your turn to ask me."

"You..." Lai Junchen hesitated for a while, and the pain on his feet reminded him of his irreconcilable hatred with the man in front of him.

"Why did you kill me? Don't you know that overthrowing the Li family will only benefit you and not harm your royal family? If you help me and overthrowing the Li family, King Qing can even give you a king with real power!"

He tried to make himself not hate Yang Mo. If he could convince him to help him, he would have a chance to turn the tables.

Faced with this problem, Yang Mo was silent, his eyes a little confused.
To be continued...