89 thoughtfully placed the weapon next to the bad guy.

Ye Jiu walked back to the wooden cabin, where Sikong Mo was sitting cross-legged on a door board bed meditating, his forehead covered in sweat despite the bitter winter. Therefore, Ye Jiu guessed that he might be practicing the legendary Inner Strength.

Before entering, Ye Jiu quickly took the bowl out from his space, then cautiously carried it inside, "Uh... dinner is ready, you should eat now."

As soon as those words fell, Sikong Mo opened his eyes, but he frowned at the sight of the chipped large porcelain bowl.

Fortunately, he realized his current situation and that he had no grounds to be picky, so even though he felt uncomfortable, he still picked up the bowl and drank the porridge.

Afterward, Ye Jiu took two eggs out of his pocket and placed them in front of him. Sikong Mo ate them one by one, then let out a satisfied moan.

"Your wounds... are they okay now?" Ye Jiu asked.