Drowning His Sorrows Away With Wine

"Cough..." Han Moze turned to his side and spat a mouthful of blood. His face was pale-white as paper from being seriously hurt.

The blond man turned around to leave with no emotions on his face.

After the blond man left, Han Moze actually fainted.

"Little brother!"

"Big brother!"

Lian Jiuhua and Le Zhengyu immediately went over to check up on him.

Lian Jiuhua jumped off the horse and ran to Han Moze's side. He reached his hand out to check the breath under his nose. Han Moze was still breathing. When he realized Han Moze wasn't dead, he couldn't help but sigh in relief.

Then, he immediately carried Han Moze onto the horse.

"Big brother, you're heavily injured aren't you?" asked Le Zhengyu.

Lian Jiuhua tightly furrowed his brows and replied with all seriousness. "Mhm. I reckon he won't be better for another ten to fifteen days."