The so-called prophecy comes true, most of the time this word represents inauspiciousness.

Winnie didn't know if she should regret her crow's mouth. After that night of rest in the town, they never had a stable and comfortable resting environment.

The journey of day and night for several consecutive days almost exhausted all her energy and Pandillia. Even the refreshing potion could no longer stimulate their energy.

She was confused.

Why did Xia Lan make such a crazy decision?

Could it be that there are existences hidden among the pursuers behind them that he feels fearful?

No, it is impossible.

She denied this speculation because in her impression, Xia Lan was never a man who would easily wince.

He must have some idea, but he won't tell them this idea.

Perhaps she and Pandillia have long been used to it, so they rarely pursue and explore again.

During the journey from Yatink to Bolehan, Serra finally woke up from her fainting. However, the torture and fatigue of the escape route was like another nightmare, which made Winnie worry about how to support her poor physical condition.

As Winnie expected, Serra, who had a weak constitution, fell ill.

Her morbid rosy cheeks, a hot and fair body, and even her breathing became as if she was breathing. According to Winnie's diagnosis, if Serra could not get good rest and treatment, she would probably be dead for a long time.

When they arrived at the Earson territory, Xia Lan and his group finally stopped fleeing and rushing.

Erson and Diorda are both within the boundary of the territory of Count Heather, but Diorda has an extremely important strategic position on the terrain, so whenever Count Heather starts a war, they will take the lead in considering Diorda instead of Erson.

Although Count Heather often sent an army to invade Earson with the intention of attracting Diorda's garrison to disperse rescue and defeat them one by one, the sophisticated Baisize easily fell into the opponent's strategy, so many times, the Ersen area is often much more chaotic and desolate.

After all, there is no military rescue and resistance, ordinary civilians and villages and towns will suffer.

When Xia Lan and others came to an unknown town, they looked deserted and the sandy streets that had not been repaired for many years were bumpy. When the strong wind blew, countless dust and ash layers suddenly stormed the sky and the earth.

There are few pedestrians on the street, and most shops have closed their doors. Their faces are numb without exception when I see the villagers.

The destruction of war makes them despair about the future. Some people choose to leave for life, while others choose to stick to it. However, the latter are often a few people who are nostalgic for their hometown and are mainly elderly people.

In front of a dilapidated hotel with open doors, Xia Lan and the others stopped. Because it was the only hotel they had seen so far.

The door is crooked and slanted, as if it may fall off at any time. There are a lot of garbage and debris piled up outside the door. If it were normal people, they would not choose such a hotel, but Xia Lan and others had no choice. It is much better to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain than to sleep in the open in the wild.

Leaving the horse outside the door, Xia Lan walked into the hotel.

In the hotel lobby, tables and chairs were placed in a mess. He wiped the tabletop of a table beside him, and a conspicuous gray mark appeared in front of him.

He frowned and looked around for the owner of the hotel.

No one?

"Is anyone?"

He spoke.

Walking back and forth in the hotel, Xia Lan didn't even notice a single figure.

“It seems like this is a deserted hotel.”

Pandilia, who was following behind him, covered her nose with her little hands, as if she was a little disgusted with the environment in the hotel.

"We'll rest here tonight, you'll bring the horses into the hotel, I need to search here."

As he said that, Xia Lan began to walk towards the inner room of the hotel.

"Winnie, I'll bring the horse in now, and you'll take care of Miss Serrara."

After hearing Xia Lan's words, Pandillia walked to the hotel door and said to Winnie, who was taking care of Serrara.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

At this time, Winnie held the weak Serrara in her arms and struggled.

A long time later, Xia Lan finally appeared in the hotel lobby.

“It’s very safe, with a few clean rooms.”

“What about the bed?”

Put a wet handkerchief on Serra's hot forehead. Winnie asked towards Xialan.

"If you don't mind the dirty and lice of the bedding, maybe you can use it."

Winnie shivered all over, as if something disgusting was pressed against her body.

"We don't need quilts, but Serra must. I remember that there should be clean quilts in your ring."

“It should be.”

Xia Lan rubbed the virtual ring in her hand, nodded for a while.

"Very good, now we carried Selala to the guest room. The weather became colder and I was worried that Selala's condition would be worse." Winnie said as she helped Selala up.

"Let me do it."

Xia Lan walked forward and reached out to lean on Selala on her.

"Pandilia, go and see if you can cook a pot of clean water in the kitchen."

Winnie lightened her body, sootheed her breath and said to Pandillia.

"Okay!" Pandillia simply said.

"I need to make some medicine to treat Serrara's body after cleaning the room later. Mr. Xia Lan should not forget to take out my stuff."

Following Xia Lan, Winnie did not forget to remind her.

...

Late at night, Pandilia carefully took care of Serra on the bed in the simple and airy guest room. She couldn't help but sigh as she looked at the other person's rosy cheeks breathing uncomfortable.

She felt a little guilty, but she had to get this innocent girl involved because of their escape.

If she dies.

Pandillia didn't know how to face her heart.

Another place in the room.

In front of several tables and chairs that were cleaned and spliced ​​together, Winnie focused on pouring the turbid liquid from the tiny flask into another green cup. She only saw the turbid liquid dripping into the green liquid, and a smoke suddenly came out.

“The ratio should be correct.”

She murmured to herself, pouring all the remaining turbid liquid into the cup that carried the light blue reaction.

Until it was all over, she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

“Complete?”

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly scared Winnie.

"When did you show up here?"

Turning his head and looking in the direction where the sound was made, Winnie said to Xia Lan with a serious face: "Do you know the dangers of disturbing a pharmacist's experiment?"

"I know." Xia Lan said calmly: "I need you to make some more potions when I come here."

"What potion?" Winnie said solemnly in an instant.

"poison!"

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Chapter completed!