C20 The Mysterious Man Reappeared

Three days later, early in the morning, Mo Yunfei carried his small medicine box and once again appeared in the Huns' inn.

He hadn't even reached the door when he saw a group of people standing at the entrance, seeming to want to welcome someone.

"Young Master Mo!"

Mo Yunfei wanted to sneak in when no one was looking, but he was stopped. He had no choice but to turn around and smile at that person.

The envoy led a group of people, all of them solemnly kneeling on one knee and performing a great Huns salute.

"What are you all doing?" Mo Yunfei jumped to the side in fright and did not accept their etiquette.

"We thank you for saving the Prince's life." The moment the leader opened his mouth, the rest of the group repeated themselves.

"Uh, no need to care about that. He is only slightly better now, and is still a step away from saving his life. "

"Hurry up and get up, I still have to treat your prince." Mo Yunfei raised his palm, signaling them to stand up quickly.

"Lead the way, young master Mo." The leader of the envoys casually kicked the person beside him.

"Young Master Mo, this way please …"

That person quickly ran forward. Bending his body slightly, he extended his palm and led the way for Mo Yunfei.

Actually, Mo Yunfei wanted to say no, but when he saw the huge crowd behind him, he forcefully suppressed his words.

"All of you, wait outside. I don't want anyone unrelated to be present at today's diagnosis and treatment." Just as Mo Yunfei wanted to enter the room, he withdrew his foot and said to the people behind him.

"This …" For a moment, everyone looked at Mo Yunfei in shock. Then, they turned their attention to their leader and waited in silence for his next decision.

Mo Yunfei also quieted down and silently looked at the leader, waiting for his next decision. He believed that he would definitely not be willing to bear the loss of their Prince's life. Similarly, if something happened to Retract, then the consequences wouldn't be something that a mere envoy like him could bear.

"Alright, we will guard this door. I hope that you can cure the prince." The leader finally clenched his teeth and said to Mo Yunfei.

"I'll do my best …" Mo Yunfei looked curiously at the leader. Wasn't it said that the Huns were all courageous and unwise? The head of the envoy seemed to have some brains, but the words that came out of his mouth made the matter clear. If he couldn't save Retract, perhaps he would be left behind today.

Mo Yunfei thought as he turned around and entered the room, closing the door firmly. He wasn't afraid that someone would barge in by accident. Of course, if they didn't want Retract to live, it would be a different story.

The Huns were standing guard outside the door, looking in from time to time with a worried look on their faces.

After about an hour, Mo Yunfei opened the door and walked out of the room.

"Prince Mo, is our Prince well?" The leader rubbed his palms and asked anxiously. The others also stared at Mo Yunfei, waiting for his answer.

"You all are not to be disrespectful to young master Mo …"

A slightly weak voice came from behind Mo Yunfei. When everyone saw who the speaker was, they immediately kneeled down and shouted out loud at the same time.

"This subject pays his respects to His Royal Highness, congratulates His Royal Highness on being so well and healthy …"

"Alright, get up."

"Why aren't you quickly helping your Prince inside. He has just woken up, and his body is still very weak. It's not appropriate for him to stay here for a long time."

Upon hearing Mo Yunfei's words, two people immediately went forward to support Prince Retract. Retract nodded at Mo Yunfei and allowed his servants to help him into the house.

Mo Yunfei pulled the leader of the envoys over and gave him some advice.

The leader kept clasping his hands and thanking him, and warmly invited Mo Yunfei, "Thank you, Young Master Mo. If you are free, you can go and be a guest at the Huns. We will definitely treat you as a distinguished guest."

"Forget it, we'll talk about it in the future. You should take good care of your Prince." Mo Yunfei waved his hand and left in big strides with a smile.

"Heh …" Honored guests, does this grandpa care?

A hint of mockery surfaced on Mo Yunfei's face. He turned around and glanced at the inn, then he hummed a song in a good mood as he strolled down the street.

"Heh …" If you want others to die, you have to prepare in advance to die. Oh, I just don't know if you're ready.

Mo Yunfei's gaze was as sharp as a sword, but it soon disappeared as if it was an illusion. He only carried his small medicine box as he leisurely walked toward Paraphrase Arm.

Perhaps it was due to the mutual agreement in his heart, or perhaps it was a bad fate. At this moment, Nangong Jue was standing at the doorway of Paraphrase Arm, hesitating whether or not he should enter.

"Oh, this isn't a seventh …" Master? How about we go in together? " Jin Shanbao walked to the Paraphrase Arm door, looked at Nangong Jue who was wandering there, and invited him.

"Alright." Nangong Jue was not an unreasonable person, so he entered Paraphrase Arm together with Jin Shanbao …

Not long after Nangong Jue and Jin Shanbao sat down, they heard a "bang" and the door was kicked open.

Then, a white figure rushed in, shouting loudly.

"Dia’er, come and massage this grandpa's shoulders. This grandpa is about to die of exhaustion."

Nangong Jue looked carefully, who else could it be but Mo Yunfei.

"Caw …" Why are you here? " Mo Yunfei threw away the medicine box. Just as his butt touched the chair near the second floor railing, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Jue in surprise.

Nangong Jue picked up a piece of dessert and put it into his mouth. As he savored it, he completely ignored Mo Yunfei's complaints.

"Hey, I say, do I owe you money or something? Why are you always treating me like a dead man? You're neither good nor bad, really annoying!"

Mo Yunfei turned around angrily with his back facing Nangong Jue. He was lying on the railing, enjoying the massage from Dia’er. His eyes were staring at the dancing dance and his eyes were shining leisurely.

Bang bang bang …

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Dia’er rushed to the door to answer it, but when she opened it, there was no one there. She looked around to make sure there was no one around.

Just as he was about to close the door, he saw a plate of pastries at the bottom of his feet. With some hesitation, Dia’er picked up the cake and shut the door, before walking into the room.

"Dia’er, who is it?" Jin Shanbao mumbled as he was eating.

"Young master, this servant did not see anyone, but I saw a plate of pastries."

Dia’er replied to Jin Shanbao's words and placed the pastries on the table. Then, she walked to Mo Yunfei's side and continued massaging his cake.

"Mo Yunfei, come over here!"

Mo Yunfei was enjoying Dia’er's service comfortably when he was suddenly shocked by Nangong Jue's voice and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"What!" Mo Yunfei yelled with some dissatisfaction. He reluctantly got up and walked to Nangong Jue's side.

"Look." Nangong Jue handed the paper in his hand to Mo Yunfei with a cold expression.

"The person who met with Retract is from the imperial court, and his position is not low either." Mo Yunfei read the contents of the note in a low voice. Then, he asked coldly, "Where did this come from?"

"Here." Nangong Jue pointed at the plate of snacks that Dia’er had just brought in.

"Just who is this person, is he helping us?" Mo Yunfei frowned and looked at Nangong Jue.

"How does This King know?" After all, you were sent to this king twice in the midst of Paraphrase Arm. " Nangong Jue analyzed calmly.

In itself, he felt that this Paraphrase Arm was very mysterious. But now, it seems that this Paraphrase Arm was even more unfathomable.

"That's too arbitrary." Mo Yunfei shook his head, seemingly disagreeing with Nangong Jue's argument.

"Why worry so much? Anyways, from the looks of it, he does not have any ill intentions towards you. Instead, he has been secretly helping you." Jin Shanbao said casually.

"Damn fatty, you f * cker shut up." He can always grasp our whereabouts. Wouldn't it be easy for him to do us harm if he wanted to? Is your brain stuffed with fat? " Mo Yunfei paced back and forth restlessly as he bombarded Jin Shanbao.

Jin Shanbao looked at his eldest brother's appearance and could not help but shrink back his neck. He then silently nibbled on his cake and did not say another word. Nangong Jue was also narrowing his phoenix eyes, deep in thought.

The entire room fell into a mysterious silence …