If you don't farm, you'll be killed. [Apocalyptic] BL MTL

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 Chapter 211

Xia Chen was frightened by Wen Shu's words, fearing that if he wasn't careful, a good young man would become useless and stupid.

　These brothers were really pitiful. He couldn't help but pay more attention to them. He called a few doctors to guard them. In order to prevent his supernatural powers from erupting again, he also arranged several skilled guards to guard them.

　Of course, there are many pitiful people in the apocalypse, but Yang Fan was the one he had come into contact with, and he had a good impression of this young man, so he felt a little sympathetic and felt sad for this young man who had lost his last relative since then.

　Yang Fan was in danger, but Xia Chen couldn't just pay attention to him. After arranging people to watch him, Xia Chen hurriedly sent Wen Shu and his party away.

　Before leaving, he privately told Wen Shu that the plan might have changed. They had rescued people, so don't rush to bring them back. They could find a safer place to stay and wait for his signal.

　Xia Chen was thinking about the sneak attack news he heard from the barbarian leader. He thought that if the barbarians had plans to besiege the imperial capital in the near future, then Wen Shu and his troops staying outside might be able to act as a surprise force to attack from behind.

　Wen Shu took away his camellia, and Xia Chen also prepared a huge amount of supplies for them. Thanks to the Calabash Baby, the appearance of this space artifact greatly saved the marching time and increased the marching speed.

　Due to tight time and heavy tasks, Wen Shu chose mostly cavalry and brought extra horses to replace them. He put all the pumpkin carriages into cards and put them away so that they could be used at any time in case of emergencies.

　After sending Wen Shu away, Xia Chen returned to the administrative hall. He had to quickly contact other bases to discuss jointly conquering the barbarians.

　In his absence as the city lord, Meng Mingjun, Yi Shan and others could only participate in the discussion and did not have the final decision-making power on such a matter of life and death.

　As soon as he returned to the administrative hall, the doctor he had arranged to take care of Yang Fan limped out of the room.

　Xia Chen had a headache and asked: "What's wrong?"

　The doctor said with a grimace: "He went crazy again, bleeding from all the orifices, and everything in the room flew up."

　He was unlucky. He floated half a foot before he could react. When he fell, he misstepped and sprained his foot.

　After Xia Chen heard what he said, he walked in and took a look. Yang Fan had been pinned down and tied up on the bed by the good hands he had arranged, but he was still struggling desperately.

　He seemed to have become stronger, and several strong men could barely hold him down.

　Xia Chen walked over and asked: "How is it?"

　The leader said distressedly: "It seems that he is unconscious and unable to communicate. We can't knock him out all the time."

　Xia Chen thought for a while, took out a Pure Heart Talisman from the space, and patted Yang Fan on the forehead.

　Yang Fan's violent struggle slowed down for a moment, and then started again, but the amplitude was not as big as before.

　Xia Chen's eyes lit up: "If there is a way, go to the Taoist Academy and find two more powerful Taoist priests. By the way, look where Wangchen is. If he is not busy, invite him over."