The deflated cultivator refused to give up and vowed to turn the tables.

"Hey, why are you like this?" Su Zinong said impatiently. "I really have something important to do, and it's confidential and extremely dangerous. You can't come with me! Go on, if you're worried, wait for me here. I'll come back to you after I've finished what I'm doing."

"How can that be? What if you never come back? My life is in your hands now." Young Master Mo smiled smugly.

"Oh dear, it's uncomfortable for a grown man like you to follow me around. Go away, go away..." Su Zinong felt very troubled. Why did all these strange things follow me?

But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get rid of him.

"I've already apologized to you, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, are you still going to kick me out?" Young Master Mo said shamelessly.

Su Zinong's eyes flashed, and he came up with a plan. He found a carriage and said, "Since you want to come with me, then you can help me drive the carriage."

“Alright, but what about the coachman?” Young Master Mo glanced at the coachman.

“Brother coachman, you must be tired. Come in and sit with me. My friend loves driving. His childhood dream is to become an excellent and great coachman,” Su Zinong said casually. Young Master Mo in front turned around and glared at him fiercely, his eyes blazing with anger.

Su Zinong leisurely ordered the carriage to move slowly, always looking for an opportunity to shake off Young Master Mo.

"Hey you there, I'm thirsty, go get me a glass of water!" Su Zinong called out to the front.

Young Master Mo obediently brought over a glass of water, his hands trembling with anger.

"Brother driver, you don't know how good my friend is. His childhood dream has been to serve water and do chores for people." Su Zinong smiled proudly, took the tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"I'm not afraid of poisoning you to death!" Young Master Mo glared angrily.

"Ordinary poisons can't harm me. I've only ever been poisoned by soft stone powder. I was accidentally hit, but I didn't die. I'm still alive and well now, aren't I?" Su Zinong smiled brightly, like the morning sun in spring.

Young Master Mo stomped his foot in anger.

The carriage had been traveling for less than a quarter of an hour when Su Zinong shouted from the back carriage, "Hey! I'm starving! Quickly get me some food!"

The carriage stopped, and after a quarter of an hour, Young Master Mo brought over a lunchbox containing rice, vegetables, and soup. He turned his head away, not wanting to see Su Zinong.

"You're so capable! I just mentioned it and you've already prepared the meal for me. Oh, and since you're so capable, the driver must be hungry too. Could you give me another one exactly the same? Thank you!" Su Zinong said thank you repeatedly, then went out of his way to get things done.

That evening, Su Zinong stayed at an inn in a small town.

"You can sleep in the same room with me tonight, just in case."

Young Master Mo did not speak. That night, he consciously slept on the floor instead of sharing a bed with Su Zinong.

Su Zinong knew that he must be resentful after being tormented like this today, so he didn't force him to sleep in the bed.

But in the middle of the night, Su Zinong occasionally turned around and found Young Master Mo trembling on the ground.

"The floor is too cold," Su Zinong said, and quickly pulled Mo Gongzi up and pushed him onto the bed. He then lay down next to him and pulled the blanket over himself.

Young Master Mo sat up angrily and slapped Su Zinong across the right cheek with a crisp, melodious sound. The slap made Su Zinong see stars, his face turned red and trembled slightly, and he looked completely bewildered.

This person is definitely sick; did he become mentally impaired from poisoning?

What's even stranger is that Young Master Mo was even angrier than Su Zinong, his breath coming in gasps!

What kind of world is this?

"Get a big bucket of hot water! For a bath!" Su Zinong shouted.

Young Master Mo reluctantly left his room and went to the inn's kitchen to fetch hot water.

They went three times and filled three large tubs before the bathtub was full. When they emptied the last tub, Young Master Mo seemed to have stopped being angry and calmly said, "Please enjoy your bath, Young Master." Then he walked out of the room.

"Where are you going? Come back!" Su Zinong beckoned and shouted.

"Aren't you taking a shower? I'll go out and leave for a bit," said Young Master Mo.

"We're all men, why are you avoiding this? If you don't want to see it, just turn around," Su Zinong said, puzzled.

"No, no." Young Master Mo turned his back and waved his hand vehemently, then walked towards the door.

Su Zinong rushed forward, grabbed him by the back of the collar, and pulled him back to the bathtub, saying, "This hot water is for you to soak in; you can't get cold."

"Is this for me?" Young Master Mo pointed to his chin.

“Yeah, I’m not a pervert, why would I need to take a bath in the middle of the night!” Su Zinong said. “Hurry up and take off your clothes to bathe, or your cold poison will flare up.”

"Um... well... I'm fine with taking a bath, but could you please leave for a bit?" Young Master Mo asked timidly.

“We’re all men, why are you avoiding this? If you don’t want to see it, just turn away,” Su Zinong repeated.

"I'm not used to it," Young Master Mo insisted.

"Ugh, what a hassle. Where am I supposed to go to avoid this in the middle of the night?" Su Zinong shook his head. "You better soak properly for me. Make sure you soak for at least 45 minutes. I can tell if you've soaked properly just by taking your pulse!" With that, he left the room and closed the door.

There was a click behind him as Young Master Mo locked the door from the inside. After a while, they heard the sound of "Xi Suo" taking off his clothes, followed by the sound of water.

Su Zinong stood at the door for a while, then, feeling bored, left the inn and jumped onto the roof to sit.

The moon's silvery light shines on the earth.

"The moon is so round and beautiful tonight," Su Zinong murmured.

He remembered the day he arrived in Dream Dragon City and met that eccentric Miss Mo, who single-handedly flirted with five young men; it was a full moon day.

Then she wondered if Huang Chenghe had returned to Yellow River Villa. She had already been delayed for a day and a night, and hoped that nothing else had happened or caused any complications when she got back.

If Huang Chenghe successfully brings one medicine back and transfers Huang Chenghai, he will gradually recover. I can then send the other medicine back a few days later. It shouldn't be a big problem, especially since I still have the Red Spirit Stone.

In fact, this kind of prolonged exposure to cold is like a person suffering from severe frostbite. You can't warm it up immediately, otherwise it will harm the body. You can only adjust it slowly and gradually.

How is Qin Xiangxue now? Although he and she went through many dangers during their six months of training together, overall it was a very happy time.

He had few friends, but whether he was traveling and training with Huang Chenghe or Qin Xiangxue, or escaping for his life, he was at least warm-hearted.

After a while of lost thought, about 45 minutes had passed when he jumped down from the roof and entered the inn.

The door was already open, and Su Zinong walked in. He saw that Young Master Mo was steaming and his face was rosy. He knew without taking his pulse that he had already taken a bath.

But at that moment he was scratching and clawing all over his body.

"What are you doing?" Su Zinong asked curiously.

"It itches, it itches so much, my whole body itches," Young Master Mo said as he scratched and rubbed the itch.

Su Zinong felt a tickle in his heart as he watched, not understanding why he would suddenly act this way.

Suddenly noticing the bathwater beside him, he leaned closer to smell it and detected a faint, unpleasant odor. He burst into laughter and exclaimed, "My goodness! You actually put itching medication in your bathwater..."