One hundred seventeen, suggestion

Lu Hanmo handed over the captured Muye Taro to his subordinates, instructing them to conduct an interrogation overnight.

When Mo Shaoze saw Lu Hanmo, he walked over with a smile and hooked his arm around Lu Hanmo's neck, "Lu Hanmo, do you have any more of that healing ointment?" He had also suffered some minor injuries this time, but after applying the ointment Lu Hanmo gave him, the bleeding from his wounds had quickly stopped—much more effective than any other medicine he had used before. Without guessing, it was certain that Luo Shu had given that ointment to Lu Hanmo.

"I don't have any more!" Lu Hanmo said with a smile on his lips. Talking about the medicine made him start to miss Shushu again.

"Don't be so stingy! Just give me two more bottles, just two." Mo Shaoze held out two fingers, shaking them before Lu Hanmo's face as he laughed.