In this way, two and a half-old children rode their horses and advanced eastward.

The two of them walked in the wasteland for two days, but still did not get out of the wasteland.

Then something worsened and it was raining.

There are weeds around here about one person tall, not even a tree, and there is no place to shelter from the rain.

In the end, the two of them barely sheltered from the rain under the horse's belly.

But my whole body was still wet by heavy rain.

Mo Thirteen had the Xuantian Immortal God's Art to protect his body. This little rain was nothing to him, but Di Ying was weak and became ill not long after.

The Demon Thirteen put his hand on Di Ying's forehead, which was hot, but his hands and feet were cold and his breathing was heavy, and he was already a little confused.

This made Mo Thirteen very anxious. He didn't understand medical skills and there was no people around him. What should I do?

"Otherwise, let's leave her behind, it has nothing to do with me anyway? It's just a hostage that was captured!"

Mo Shisan stretched out his hand and pressed the back of his hand against Di Ying's cheek. Di Ying subconsciously hugged Mo Shisan's hand.

"I said it! If you think I'm annoyed, you can throw it away at any time!" Di Ying's voice was very weak, but there was a quiet smile on her face.

"...I didn't say I wanted to throw you here. Go quickly. I don't know if there will be a city village ahead!" The Demon Thirteen raised Di Ying's back: "I don't pity you. You are my amulet. You can't let you die like this!"

"Yeah! I know!" Di Ying pressed her little face against Mo Shisan's back, feeling drowsy and fell asleep.

The Demon Thirteen rode his horse and ran all the way, and his heart became more and more anxious.

At noon, I finally saw smoke rising in front of me.

The Demon Thirteen was overjoyed and hurried over.

This is a small village that looks very dilapidated, with only a few dozen families in the whole village.

The villagers were not afraid when they saw Mo Shisan, but instead looked curious.

"Where did the two dolls come from?"

"Look, ride a horse?"

The villagers were talking.

"Do you have any doctors here?" Mo Thirteen shouted.

"Where did you come from this doll?" asked a man in his fifties.

"Do you have any doctors here? Someone is sick!" Mo Thirteen shouted urgently.

At this time, these villagers also found that something was wrong with Di Ying in Mo Shisan's arms.

"Someone is sick, go and find my third aunt! Come here and help me!"

...

There are few people here to relieve the outside world, and the folk customs are simple. With the help of several peasant women, Demon Thirteen sent Di Ying to the only doctor's house here.

An old lady in her 80s walked out towards her, and a peasant woman in her forties was supporting her next to her.

"What happened...?" the old lady asked.

"San Gu, these two babies are from other places. One of them is seriously ill. Can you show it?" said a peasant woman.

The old lady, known as "Three Aunts", stretched out her dry palm and pinched Di Ying's pulse.

"It's okay. I've been suffering from the cold. Thanks to the timely delivery, it's nothing serious. I'll take a few pairs of medicine and take a few days off!" said the third aunt.

The Thirteenth Demon hugged Di Ying tightly in the room.

"It's all gone! It's all gone!" The third aunt waved to the peasant women, and the peasant women scattered in a hurry.

When he arrived at the house, the Demon Thirteen placed Di Ying on a wooden bed.

The third aunt walked into a wooden cabinet, took out a few medicinal herbs from it, and asked the middle-aged woman next to her to boil the medicine. Then she said to Mo Shisan: "Don't be idle, you kid, go and boil a stream of hot water!"

Regarding Di Ying's safety, Demon Thirteen honestly went to chop firewood and boil water.

"I'm not curing my illness in vain, but I see that you have nothing left on your body, so I will split all these firewood out today.

Let’s get a medical fee!” said the third aunt.

Demon Thirteen said nothing and silently chopped firewood.

The third aunt sat aside and watched Demon Thirteen chop firewood.

"Boy, who is this girl to you? She is so nervous!" the third aunt asked with a smile.

Originally, Mo Shisan wanted to say that this was his sister, but then he thought that Di Ying was the face of the Beidi people, and he was the face of the Great Dragon people. He knew at a glance that he could not be a brother and sister.

"This is my wife!" said Demon Thirteen.

"Nonsense!" The third aunt slapped the table and shouted.

It scared Demon Thirteen.

"You two can tell at a glance that they are all uninformed little babies. How could they be husband and wife? If you don't tell the truth, I will throw you two out immediately!" The third aunt drank.

Mo Shisan asked with a puzzled look: "Can you see this?"

The third aunt laughed: "The old woman has a sharp eye, I can't see what?"

Mo Shisan blushed, but it is absolutely impossible to say that he killed the Emperor of the Great Wilderness and shot the Prince of the Great Wilderness with one shot.

"Actually... I'm... Actually..." Mo Shisan never told a lie since he was a child, and he couldn't make up any good stories for a while.

"You are a big dragon, this girl is a Beidi, you are not a big dragon's spy, and this little girl is a Beidi princess or something..." said the third aunt calmly.

Mo Thirteen subconsciously grabbed the hilt of the soft sword.

"I'm talking about it directly? Hehehe! Do you want to use force? Let me tell you the truth, when I was walking in the world, your baby's biological mother was not born yet!" The third aunt smiled.

"Grandma, are you a big dragon?" Mo Shisan asked.

"I was indeed born in a dragon! Unfortunately, I have a bad life in my life. I just got married less than a year ago and died. I worked hard to pull my son up, and my son and daughter-in-law were killed. In the end, in order to avoid my enemies, I could only bring my granddaughter to this place where birds do not shit!" The third aunt sighed while saying.

"Grandma, is your enemy very powerful?" asked Demon Thirteen.

"It's not amazing, but they have a large population, hundreds of thousands of people in the world, which forces us to have no place to stand!" said the third aunt.

"Who are they? It's not the Great Dragon Court!" Mo Shisan asked.

"No, they are..."

"The medicine is ready!" The middle-aged woman walked in.

The Demon Thirteen hurried over and took the medicine bowl.

"Get up and take medicine!" Mo Shisan gently patted Di Ying's cheek.

The third aunt dipped the linen cloth into hot water and gently wiped Di Ying's cheeks, hands and feet. After a while, Di Ying's body warmed up and opened her eyes.

"I'm still alive?" Di Ying asked hoarsely.

"Anyway, I'm not dead yet!" said Demon Thirteen: "Hurry up and drink the medicine!"

Di Ying nodded, took a sip, and her little face suddenly squeezed into a ball: "It's so bitter!"

Mo Shisan pinched Di Ying's nose and poured the medicine in.

Di Ying kicked her arms and legs, and finally drank all the medicine.

"Sleep well, and when you wake up, your illness will be cured!" said the third aunt.

"Thank you, grandma!" Di Ying said sweetly.

Then he fell asleep in a drowsy manner.

"Grandma, how did you tell that she was born into a noble family?" asked Mo Shisan.

The third aunt smiled and said, "Look at her hands!"

Mo Shisan looked at Di Ying's little hand, tender and fair, with slender fingers.

"You can tell at a glance that this girl has never done rough and tiring work in her life. Look at her hands!" The third aunt pointed at her granddaughter.

The middle-aged woman stretched out her hands, her hands were covered with calluses, her fingers were thick and strong, and her hands were dark.

"This is the hand of our poor children!" said the third aunt: "Look at your own hands again!"

Demon Thirteen looked at himself curiously

His own hands.

"Although you are not old, your palms and bones are different from ordinary people. These are a pair of hands that you have only after practicing swords for many years. I guess you are a master of using swords." said the third aunt.

"Old grandma, your eyesight is so great!" Mo Shisan couldn't help but exclaim.

"Hehehe!" The third aunt smiled: "I remember when I was walking in the world, I was also a first-class expert. Unfortunately, I didn't use martial arts for so many years, and most of the martial arts were abandoned."

"By the way, old lady, you just said that your enemy family is numerous, who is it?" asked Mo Shisan.

"Enemy!"

Hearing these two words, the third aunt still couldn't help but feel excited: "Kill my husband and my son, it was done by those cruel and ruthless bald donkeys!"
To be continued...