Ye Xingbei ""

A lot of difference, okay son

The child stopped talking again.

The little seedlings are never afraid that others will not speak.

Ling Yue doesn't like to talk.

But when he and Ling Yue were together, they were never bored.

He can sing a play by himself, what are he afraid of if others don't speak

"Brother," he looked at the child and asked, "Why are you cooking here alone?"

"Dead." This time, the child answered straightforwardly without hesitation, his voice was very cold.

""The sapling was choked.

He grunted for a while, stood up, walked to the child, squatted down, and patted the child on the shoulder, "Little brother, don't be sad, be sad and follow the changes."

Ye Xingbei ""

well.

She no longer knows what to say about her son.

The child tilted his head and looked at him without saying a word.

"Huh" Xiao Shuerer saw something on the child's neck, and couldn't help but point curiously, "Little brother, what's wrong with your neck? Is there a dirty thing?"

The child pursed his lips and pulled his clothes up.

He tried hard to cover the things on his neck, but the collar was too short, and the saplings leaned over and saw it clearly.

Xiao Shuerer frowned and said, "It's a scar brother. You are hurt so much here. It hurts so much. We have medicine. Can I apply medicine to you?"

He grabbed the child's little hand, stood up and dragged him, "Little brother, go quickly, I'll take you to apply medicine."

The little sapling's hands are white, soft and warm.

When the child was grabbed by the little tree sapling, his body stiffened and subconsciously wanted to break free.

But he only struggled lightly for a moment, and without breaking free, he was no longer willing to struggle.

It has been a long time since no one has held his hand.

When no one held his hand, he never knew that it was just being held by someone, and his dry and barren heart was as satisfied as a warm current suddenly surged into his dry and barren heart.

He couldn't bear to break free.

The seedling dragged him toward their camp.

Ye Xingbei noticed that the child's right leg was dragged on the ground, as if he couldn't use his strength, so he quickly called Xiao Shu'er, "Xiao Shu, stop running, your little brother's leg is injured."

The little seedling stopped quickly and looked down at Wen Qiuci.

Wen Qiuci also stopped, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

Xiao Shuaier looked up at him, "Little brother, your leg is injured, too."

Wen Qiuci still didn't say anything.

Xiao Shumiaoer said, "It's okay, little brother, we have a doctor. Brother Qingrun and Aunt Ya'er's medical skills are very good. They can definitely cure your legs."

Gu Jun looked back at Gu Chi.

Gu Chi understood and quickly stepped forward, bent down and carried Wen Qiuci into his arms.

Wen Qiuci, who has been very cold since he met them, blushed quickly and struggled hard, "What are you doing?"

"Don't move," Gu Chi smiled gently and comforted him. "Since your leg is injured, don't walk anymore. The more you walk, the more you get, the more you get the more injured you have on your leg. I'll carry you over."

"Yes, little brother," said Xiao Shumiaoer. "If you are injured, your leg is injured, you have to rest in bed and not move."

Wen Qiuci, who was struggling, saw the little tree seedling looking at his clear eyes with concern, and his strength to struggle gradually became smaller.

Gu Chi took him back to the camp.

A bodyguard has already notified Gu Qingrun and Yue Yaer.
Chapter completed!