Yuan Xiaolou is a kind-hearted girl with a very tolerant heart. She can let go of anything and see everything with an open mind.
Since the old fortune teller said that it was a good thing not to remember things in the underworld, Yuan Xiaolou simply stopped thinking about it.
She said: "I don't know your name yet."
The old storyteller said: "My surname is Wu. I am an idle person who travels around the world. If you are willing, please call me Lao Wu."
Yuan Xiaolou felt that calling his savior Lao Wu was disrespectful.
Seeing that the old man was already very old, Yuan Xiaolou said: "Xiaolou doesn't dare, Xiaolou will call you grandpa from now on."
The old storyteller was startled, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Yuan Xiaolou picked up the bacon porridge again and drank the porridge with a spoon while glancing at the mummy beside him.
Said: "Grandpa, who is this seriously injured person?"
The old storyteller said: "Ye Xiaochuan."
"puff!"
"Ahem~" Yuan Xiaolou seemed to be surprised when he heard these three words Ye Xiaochuan. He spit out all the bacon porridge in his mouth and coughed a few times.
After she calmed down, she said in surprise: "This tightly wrapped person is Young Master Ye Xiaochuan?
What's up with him?
Why are you here?"
She stretched out her hand to grab Ye Xiaochuan, but the old storyteller quickly stopped her.
Said: "The injuries on his body are much more serious than yours. As long as you wake up, you will be able to move freely in three to five days. His bones were broken in more than 100 places, his tendons were severed, his Dantian was shattered, and he has been unconscious for five days."
Damn it, even if I wake up, I have no strength at all, like a useless person."
Yuan Xiaolou's expression changed rapidly, and there was a hint of complexity in her eyes.
She said: "Young Master Ye has a very high level of cultivation and is highly valued by Yu Jizi. His position in Cangyun Sect is very important. Who hurt him like this?"
The old storyteller said: "Who else could be there besides Yujizi?
Miss Xiaolou, at Samsara Peak that day, something happened to you early, so you didn’t know what happened next.
After Mr. Ye defeated your brother Yuan Shaoqin, it was revealed that he was the son of Ye Tianxing, the Ghost King of Ghost Xuan Sect, and Fairy Liuyun. Fairy Liuyun was killed by Qiankunzi, and Ye Xiaochuan killed Qiankunzi again. That day at Samsara Peak
You beat me, I beat you, nearly ten thousand people died.
Yu Jizi finally activated the Samsara Array and beat Ye Xiaochuan like this..." The old storyteller briefly told Yuan Xiaolou the story of what happened on Samsara Peak on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
The old storyteller has never experienced these stories, but along the way from the mountains, he encountered countless waves of righteous disciples looking for Ye Xiaochuan.
Under the mental power of the Nightmare Beast, the group of them walked like transparent people among countless righteous disciples. Listening a little to the left and a little to the right, they understood everything that happened from the afternoon of the fifth day of the lunar month to late at night.
Ye Xiaochuan's tragic experience touched Yuan Xiaolou's kind heart.
After Yuan Xiaolou listened, he gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then reached out to touch Ye Xiaochuan's gauze-wrapped cheek.
Said: "He is so pitiful."
The old storyteller said: "Yes, he is indeed very pitiful.
From the moment he inherited the Wufeng Divine Sword, he was destined to have a rough life."
Yuan Xiaolou said: "I didn't expect that so many things would happen on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and that Mr. Ye's life experience would be so bizarre.
Grandpa, he won’t die.”
The old storyteller shook his head and said: "Thanks to the two experts who rescued him in time, connected some of his meridians, and set his bones in time, he will not die, but it is no different from death."
Yuan Xiaolou hates Ye Xiaochuan.
But she was also very grateful to Ye Xiaochuan.
This is a very contradictory emotion.
All her hatred for Ye Xiaochuan came from the Thousand Faces Sect.
She was grateful to Ye Xiaochuan for letting her go, letting her brother Yuan Shaoqin go, and taking her to see her mother who was trapped in the bamboo forest.
Now, she couldn't hate Ye Xiaochuan anymore.
She used to feel that she was the most pitiful person in the world.
Now she feels that Ye Xiaochuan is more pitiful than her.
She turned around and said, "Grandpa, how is my brother Shaoqin doing?"
The old storyteller said: "Don't worry, you transferred the jade token to him. He is now one of the leaders of the seven organizations. No one will hurt him again. He is alive."
Yuan Xiaolou put down the last big stone in his heart.
As long as her brother is alive and well, she is satisfied.
After Yuan Xiaolou finished eating bacon porridge, he saw the old storyteller clumsily filling Ye Xiaochuan with Chaos Fruit juice.
Because Ye Xiaochuan's whole body was wrapped in gauze, and there was gauze around his mouth, and he was in a coma, a lot of juice overflowed from the corners of his mouth and flowed into his neck.
Yuan Xiaolou couldn't stand it anymore and said: "Grandpa, you are so clumsy, please let me do it."
The old storyteller glanced at her and said, "You?
I remember you and Ye Xiaochuan had a grudge."
Yuan Xiaolou said: "I have no grudge against him, and I will not hurt him."
The old storyteller hesitated for a moment, then handed half the bowl of juice to Yuan Xiaolou.
Yuan Xiaolou was more caring than the old storyteller. She first wiped Ye Xiaochuan's juice with a handkerchief, and then used a spoon to pour the juice into her mouth bit by bit.
But a lot of juice still spilled out.
The old storyteller said from the side: "I am really not that clumsy. The real energy in this kid's body has long been dispersed, the spiritual energy has also disappeared, his throat is blocked, and his breath is very weak. Even the juice of the Chaos Fruit can hardly flow into him.
In the belly.
If a third of the half bowl of juice goes into his stomach, it will be very fragrant.
It’s just a pity that this spiritual fruit, the number one in the three realms, was wasted a lot.”
Yuan Xiaolou asked: "What should we do?"
The old storyteller said: "There is nothing we can do."
Suddenly, a joking voice sounded.
He said: "Who said there is nothing we can do, little girl, just feed him mouth to mouth."
Yuan Xiaolou was startled and said: "Who?"
The old storyteller said: "It's an invisible monster, don't pay attention to it.
However, this method is really feasible."
Yuan Xiaolou gradually felt relieved when he saw that the old storyteller was not surprised by the sudden voice.
She looked at the juice in the bowl and then at Kinogawa in front of her.
After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly raised his neck, took a sip of the juice from the bowl and put it in his mouth. Then he slowly leaned forward and put his lips against Ye Xiaochuan's lips.
The old storyteller next to him didn't seem to expect that Yuan Xiaolou was actually feeding Ye Xiaochuan juice with mouth-to-mouth. He reacted and immediately turned his head.
Seeing the big panda's little eyes looking straight at him, he stepped forward and kicked the big panda, and covered the big panda's eyes with his hands.
He said: "Don't look at it, don't look at it, it's not suitable for children."
The giant panda is very big, but its eyes are so small that they can be completely covered by the storyteller's palm.
The giant panda seemed to want to see it, and used its paws to push the old storyteller's hands away, but the old storyteller was very strong and grabbed one of its legs and dragged it out of the shabby house.
