Chu Yao gave him anger: "You unconscientious brat, don't you come to see you or come to see me? Are you... delivering supplies?"

"Yes, a batch of military supplies are called from the national treasury to respond to the emergency."

"That's what it should be! Those stingy guys from the Ministry of Revenue are reluctant to take out a little supplies to help the victims. I'm considering going to Xiaoyin to study their book!"

"No need to participate, just do them afterwards!"

"Okay, okay! How long will it take for you to return to the Broken Ding Realm this time?"

"I'm afraid it will be a long time, and the war will be coming soon."

"Ah, we have to fight again?" Chu Yao was a little depressed. As the deacon of the Spiritual Medicine Department, he saved lives and helped the wounded, he naturally did not want to see a war.

"There is no way. If we don't fight, others will come to fight us. Let's stop the war with the battle. This is all we can do."

Lin Muyu held Chu Yao's hand and smiled and said, "After finishing your work, come back to Zetian Palace, let's have a meal together, while Zetian Palace still has wine and meat."

"Um!"
Chapter completed!