"Brother Xiaoqi, he looks so pitiful. Why doesn't the owner agree to let him stay?" Ye Xiaoyu asked with a pout.
"Oh, the museum owner didn't like him in the first place. He didn't even want to save him at first. We all begged for mercy, so the museum owner saved him." Guo Xiaoqi scratched his head. During the day, he had persuaded Xiao Yao to come to the museum.
The Lord was unwilling to take him in and asked him to go down the mountain, but Xiao Yao refused to listen and kept kneeling here to death.
"It's raining so hard. He's going to get sick if he's kept wet." Ye Xiaoyu shook her head, her eyes filled with sympathy.
"Well, Deacon Luo specially told him not to worry about him." Guo Xiaoqi was also soft-hearted and seemed helpless, and there was nothing he could do to help.
"He seems to be saying something all the time. What did he say?" Ye Xiaoyu pursed her lips and asked.
"I don't know." Guo Xiaoqi knocked her head. Seeing that it was raining so hard outside, "Why don't we send an umbrella over there."
Ye Xiaoyu nodded quickly: "Okay, let's go to the kitchen and get a bowl of ginger soup."
The two of them went into the house, one went to get an umbrella and the other brought ginger soup.
Xiao Yao's whole body was soaked, his clothes clung to his body, and the rain kept falling. He hadn't eaten for a day. He was so hungry that he felt dizzy and his mind went blank. His knees started to hurt, but they don't hurt anymore. They were probably numb.
Had to lose consciousness.
Tears and rain mingled together, his vision became increasingly blurry, and he couldn't see clearly what was in front of him. His lips kept twitching, repeating this sentence: "I am not a waste, I am not a waste..."
His body was cold, he felt so cold, as if he saw heavy snow falling and everything around him was white.
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Two years ago, in the deep winter, heavy snow fell, and the entire Luochuan City was covered with a layer of silver.
Luochuan City is a city in the Western Empire that is as prosperous as the imperial capital and has a dense population. Luochuan City is controlled by General Xiao Xu.
Xiao Xu is the god of war general of the Western Empire, and he is deeply trusted by the king. Twenty years ago, Luochuan City on the border of the empire was still desolate. Later, it was precisely because he guarded the border that his residence was moved to Luochuan, which made this place develop so fast.
Unexpected.
The general's mansion is very large, with Xiao Xu's favorite pine and cypress trees lined up on both sides.
The pines and cypresses are evergreen, swaying gently with the breeze, as if they are laughing and praising the glory of the general.
The mansion is resplendent with red walls, yellow tiles, carved beams and painted buildings.
Just like a smaller palace, there are palaces and towers at different heights, spectacular and majestic.
The people guarding the gate of the mansion are not guards. There is a holy beast iron lion lying on the left and right. There are two holy beasts sitting on the guard, which is much more shocking than hundreds of guards.
Inside the mansion, there is a small courtyard with winding paths, a majestic competition ground, a precious Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and the beautiful Wenbi Pond...
A boy who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate appearance and a slightly thin body, stood in the snow.
His face was red, and he tried hard with both hands to lift the hundred-jin boulder. The skin on his arms was scratched and wounds were made, and blood gushed out and dripped onto the white snow.
Soon, blood and snow water merged into one.
The cold wind howled, his eyes were dull, he couldn't feel the cold, and his heart was so cold that he felt numb. He just wanted to lift the five-hundred-jin stone lion.
"Seventh Young Master, the general has left, don't bother." Then there was a sigh, and the speaker was the old housekeeper of the general's residence.
The young man said nothing, his eyes were sharp, and he had no expression. He just wanted to lift the big stone lion.