MTL - Be Pampered and Spoiled-Chapter 131

With a bang, the gate of the ancestral hall was kicked open from the outside!

Bitter cold wind mixed with harsh cries, **** crowing and dog barking mixed in. The quiet ancestral hall instantly looked like a frying pan dripping with water.

Mi Lan knelt upright on the ancestral hall without looking back.

And at this moment, she heard a familiar voice from behind, "Doctor Mi? Are you safe?!"

Only then did Mi Lan finally turn her head, and looked at the crowd gathered in the small courtyard inside and outside the courtyard.

There are no more than a dozen families in the village, and almost all of them are **** now. Some elderly people have exhausted their breath and are thrown on the snow.

She looked at them one by one, and finally fixed her gaze on the face of the speaker. After a while, she smiled and said calmly, "It's actually you..."

This man was an apprentice accepted by his grandfather in the past, he was regarded as a second disciple, and was sent away by her later. He only heard that he opened a medicine shop and killed several people, so he joined the army, and there was no news about the rest.

Looking at it now, although it is true to join the army, this behavior... I am afraid it is not a regular army.

Moreover, in this team, there is also a man in leather clothes and leather shoes, with an interpreter beside him, and a man with a mustache on purpose.

As a doctor, he is quite familiar with the structure of the human body. Milan can tell at a glance that although the person in front of him is not thin, his skeleton is a bit smaller, and he is a woman disguised as a man.

"Mi Lan." Seeing that Mi Lan was looking straight at her, the mustache stopped concealing his identity and waved his hand to get the people on the side to step down. After that, he said in a very strange tone, "My surname is Murata. , Murata climbing a tree, meeting for the first time." Her voice was deliberately disguised, and it sounded more or less unnatural.

Mi Lan didn't realize it, and stood there with a calm expression, her dress was blown up a little by the wind, showing her exquisite figure even more, and even Murata Kamiki's eyes flashed with surprise.

There was no fear at all on her face, only endless indifference remained, and she said in a cold voice, "May I ask your Excellency to break in suddenly, what's your business?"

Murata Kamiki frowned, looked at the straight girl standing in front of her, and found that she was different from most of the people he had ever seen.

For a long time, the people on this continent have been ravaged by war and civil strife. Most of them have become increasingly addicted to opium and gambling, and they have become more sallow and emaciated, crooked like skeletons. Nowadays, it is rare to see people who have such a lofty and worldly attitude and are not afraid of power.

Murata Kamiki couldn't help looking around at the yellow-faced villagers who were crushed by her soldiers outside, trembling with fright, sometimes hunched or trembling, a trace of contempt and pity flashed in his eyes, and then When he turned to the girl in front of him again, he found that she was still in a straight posture.

Originally, she thought that from the black eyes of the girl in front of her, she would see the lingering cowardice and cowardice in a huge group as weak as ants, but unexpectedly, through those eyes, she saw One has long been integrated into her unyielding spine, which has carried the mighty mountains and rivers for five thousand years.

This is the second time.

For the second time, she saw from a person's eyes, which made her familiar and fearful, and brought her almost countless nights of nightmares.

"I admire you very much." Murata Kamiki couldn't help feeling regretful, even with a hint of condescending compassion.

She looked slowly at the medicine hall full of history and all the antique displays, and said in her not-fluent Chinese with a condescending gesture of pity, "If you know the current affairs, you will be able to keep your face Smile and tell me the mission of the operation, and I may consider letting people in your village go."

Hearing the familiar surname in these words, Mi Lan's expression finally loosened.

She couldn't help but glanced at the villagers who were kneeling on the snow and crying unceasingly—they didn't seem to have no resistance, most of them were wounded, but the resistance was weak after all, and more people chose to obey, holding their children and hiding aside Trembling, the rest here are all old and weak women and children. When facing these powerful enemies with weapons, the slightest resistance is nothing more than hitting a stone with a pebble.

Some old people who were still a little old and had participated in the Anti-Japanese War fell to the side dying, their life and death unknown. What's up.

Mi Lan looked at the dazed villagers, and suddenly felt sad in her heart. She pursed her lips slightly and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."