The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer Chapter 1365 - 1445: If I Don’t Protect What’s Mine, Who Wil

Shujun lifted her eyelids slightly, "It’s best to be so."

Xiao Qingyao chuckled, "Why do you treat like a rival? It’s as if you’re really protective."

"Protective? If it’s my own food, who else would protect it?" This was the nature of the Liang family brothers; usually, the six brothers were almost at each other’s throats, so they didn’t want any outsiders getting involved.

There was a reason for Shujun’s jealousy to be so intense.

Thinking back to when they were in Kaoshan Village, Xiao Qingyao frequently hung around Xiao Hui, and those two were always engrossed in discussing various dical skills; he really took up a lot of Xiao Hui’s attention!

The little person in Shujun’s heart flipped open a small ledger, counting one by one the little grievances he had recorded from the past.

Xiao Qingyao couldn’t help but laugh, "It seems your relationship is quite good."

Thinking back now, Dong Dabao’s fierce deanor, and the pitiful state in which those brothers were mistreated, it truly felt like a lifeti ago; yet, when thinking of Liang’s little wife, Xiao Qingyao frowned slightly...

"I heard sothing."

Shujun replied nonchalantly, "What thing?"

Xiao Qingyao said, "Lady Dong, does she have another na, Dong Baowei? Marshal Baowei... I saw what Lady Dong looked like before—thin and short, dark skin, a face full of pockmarks, identical to the forrly renowned Marshal Baowei, and both have the surna Dong, there are many similarities..."

Shujun had an inexplicable expression, "Dong Baowei, who is that?"

Xiao Qingyao carefully scrutinized Shujun’s face, wondering if this person was just pretending, or...

"People might look alike, but things are different. I was quite shocked at first, but despite different identities, the innate divine strength is a remarkable coincidence."

Shujun gave a little laugh, "My wife is innately strong because my father-in-law ate a strange fruit before she was born. You should know, there are many mystical and peculiar fruits in this world."

Xiao Qingyao smiled, initially intending to probe, but didn’t discover anything.

Shujun acted convincingly, but was actually very nervous inside.

Dong Baowei.

That aspect of his wife’s identity was a trendous secret. But what concerned Shujun more was why Xiao Qingyao suddenly brought this up. What were his intentions? Or was he just casually ntioning and marveling?

Shujun felt a little heavy-hearted.

The next morning, at dawn.

Shujun mounted his horse, "Brother Xiao, I actually plan to head sowhere, it’s a long and distant journey, so I won’t stay any longer. Take this bag of silver with you, and be cautious, don’t let anyone rob you again."

Xiao Qingyao smiled, "Thank you for that. By the way... is your family still in the mountains? I see you’re dressed quite well, did you move?"

Shujun grinned cheekily, "What, does Brother Xiao intend to return my silver?"

Xiao Qingyao weighed the money bag, "It should indeed be returned, it’s quite a lot of silver."

Shujun raised an eyebrow, casually chatted for a bit to brush it off, then tightened his long legs around the horse’s flanks, snapped the whip, and with a shout, the horse hoisted its hooves and galloped away.

Xiao Qingyao watched as Shujun disappeared into the dust, lost in his own thoughts.

Shujun rode hard for the ti it takes to burn a stick of incense, calculating the distance in his mind, figuring that Xiao Qingyao wouldn’t be able to hear the hoofbeats from this far away.

He quickly dismounted, hid the horse in the forest, obliterated the traces he left behind, then with a tap of his toes, swiftly flew back the way he ca.