God knows how much he wants to prove to his father and his brothers and sisters that although he is not a genius, he is definitely not a waste.
Until now, he still thinks so, maybe he is just not spiritual enough.
More than half a month ago, on that night when there was a thunderstorm and a particularly violent storm, Xiao Yao was still secretly practicing illusion alone in the suburbs. Through continuous hard work, he finally got started in illusion and became a two-star illusionist.
To others, the two-star magician had just passed the test, but Xiao Yao had put in a lot of hard work for it.
It was precisely because of his habit that everyone in the general's mansion was killed, but he was the only one to escape.
When he returned to the general's mansion, he found rivers of blood flowing throughout the mansion and corpses lying everywhere. He was so frightened that he thought it was all an illusion.
In the end, it seemed that there was still someone in the house who had not left. He discovered that Xiao Yao was not dead and rushed out.
A black shadow floated in front of Xiao Yao, like a ghost, and it was dripping with blood. Xiao Yao ignored his sorrow and ran away. When he escaped from the mansion, he was hit by two targets in the back.
He fled to the outskirts and hid himself. Because he practiced illusion in this area every day, he was very familiar with it. The overgrown weeds in the outskirts made it a good hiding place.
Those ghosts were looking for him, but he held his breath and did not dare to make a sound. He waited for a long time. There was no movement around him. He pulled out the dart from his back, tore off the cloth on his clothes to stop the bleeding, and then continued to run forward.
He kept running, his mind filled with corpses, blood, and the ghostly black shadow. He was afraid that he would die if he stopped, until he could no longer run and went into shock... When he woke up, he found that he had been
Saved by people from Tianxue Medical Center.
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"Brother Xiao Qi, come on, he's fainted!" Ye Xiaoyu took a look at the situation while holding the ginger soup. Regardless of the heavy rain outside, she put the ginger soup bowl on the ground and ran over to help Xiao Yao up.
Xiao Yao lay on the ground, motionless. No matter how Ye Xiaoyu pushed him or called him, he didn't respond at all.
Of course, a girl of eight or nine years old was not strong enough. Guo Xiaoqi rushed over, handed the umbrella to Ye Xiaoyu, and without saying a word, she carried Xiao Yao on her back and walked to the medical center.
"Brother Xiaoqi, will the owner and deacon blame us?" Ye Xiaoyu was worried.
"Oh, it's important to save people, I can't worry about that much." Guo Xiaoqi didn't have time to think about it, so he couldn't just ignore the situation.
Guo Xiaoqi carried Xiao Yao back to his room and wrapped Xiao Yao's body in a quilt. Seeing this, Ye Xiaoyu hurriedly went to the kitchen to get hot ginger soup.
"I told you that you really don't know how to live or die. The owner of the hotel has personally told you to drive you away. What are you doing here?" Guo Xiaoqi looked at Xiao Yao and shook his head helplessly.
"I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste." Xiao Yao was in a coma, but as if there was still a trace of reason, he kept repeating this sentence.
Guo Xiaoqi felt a sore nose. Hearing that Xiao Yao was an orphan, Guo Xiaoqi also had no father or mother, so she couldn't bear to treat Xiao Yao and covered him with a quilt.
"Brother Xiao Qi." Ye Xiaoyu came with hot ginger soup.
"Give it to me." Guo Xiaoqi took the ginger soup, fed it to Xiao Yao, and then asked Ye Xiaoyu to get some more food, "He hasn't eaten for a day, go to the kitchen to see what else is there."
"Okay." Ye Xiaoyu nodded quickly and ran to the kitchen in a hurry.
Ye Xiaoyu took an umbrella, rushed into the rain, ran to the kitchen to get some food, and ran back quickly, accidentally bumping into someone: "Ah——"