The old man covered the man's elixir with his hand, trying to use his literary energy to inspire the man's wenxin. However, the man was seriously injured, the meridians and elixir were weak, and even Wenxin was sluggish. He sighed: "I'll leave it to fate, my master.
It’s hard to tell.”
Ayan pursed her lips, looking a little disappointed.
The old man comforted: "However, since he is the first person Ayan saved, I guess God will be lenient."
Ayan's eyes lit up: "Will you?"
The old man said: "It will happen naturally."
He took off the man's wet clothes until only his underpants were left, and asked Ayan to go to the carriage to get the medicine box. He took out a lot of bottles and cans, each with a specific medicinal label - Ayan
To practice martial arts, collisions are inevitable, so the medicines are well prepared.
Looking at the wound that had been soaked in red, swollen and ulcerated by the river water, the old man took out the knife from the bottom of the medicine box, cut off the bad flesh, applied medicine, fed the medicine, set the bones, bandaged, and moved the person to the carriage.
After all the busy work, it was already dark, and Ayan could not help much on one side, so he went into the water several times to drag other corpses ashore. Like the men, they all had multiple fractures and injuries on their bodies.
Either half of his head was chopped off, or his throat was cut and his heart was stabbed. He must have encountered the same gang of criminals.
"I've done everything I can do. The rest - whether you can let the Lord of Hell spare your life depends entirely on you." After muttering, A Yan came from outside the car curtain and called him to eat.
The old man immediately responded, "Come right now."
An old man and a young man, the master and the apprentice enjoyed a delicious meal.
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Lin Feng's original cry was suppressed and restrained.
Holding back the grief that she couldn't express, she forced herself to swallow all the soreness and pain down her throat, leaving only the tiny sobs that escaped her lips. She could bear it at first, but Shen Tang's words made her lose control, and she cried bitterly, as if all the negative things had happened.
Feelings have an outlet.
It's rushing out all at once, and I can't stop it.
She lay on her mother's body, which made everyone feel sad when they saw her.
Shen Tang moved his lips, and finally swallowed the words of relief, choosing to be a quiet background. Until Lin Feng was exhausted from crying and almost passed away, Shen Tang raised his head and glanced at the sky, and whispered: "Heaven
It's getting dark, let's go home first."
go home?
As soon as she heard this word, hot tears rolled down again. She responded hoarsely, "Yes." Shen Tang was still talking: "Go back and see if there are any eggs or duck eggs in the east kitchen. Boil two and apply them to your eyes, otherwise you will be afraid of tomorrow."
I can’t even open my eyes.”
After crying for so long, not only was my throat hoarse and weak, but my round, bright black eyes were as red as rabbit eyes, and my eyelids were red and swollen, making me look pitiful and embarrassed.
Seeing Lin Feng's eyelids fighting up and down, she staggered and almost fell when she stood up. Shen Tang grabbed her wrist: "Are you sleepy?"
Lin Feng's lips turned pale and he shook his head bravely: "I'm not sleepy..."
Shen Tang: "..."
I can't even stand firmly, and I still feel unsteady when I walk. Is this called not sleepy?
She silently said her words and pulled the motorcycle over.
"Sit on it."
The corpse was loaded onto a wooden cart and transported back to the bandits' den by the tool men sent by Gong Shuwu... Oh, no, it should be the freshly baked "Hand in hand to build a well-off society" village. She looked exhausted with exhausted energy. Lin Feng sat on his motorcycle and returned slowly.
You can see the smoke from the kitchen in the distance.
Under the smoke, a figure stood.
Shen Tang walked in and waved: "Wuhui, I'm back."
Chu Yao breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming back.
Although Qi Shan repeatedly pointed out that Shen Tang was slow to react and bold in some aspects, Chu Yao still couldn't help but worry——
What are you worried about?
Worried that his family's destiny would be frightened and run away halfway.
After all, the plan to rectify the young people's armed forces and rob tax money does not look like something that a decent citizen can do. If you react a little faster, you will realize that something is wrong, and you will secretly prepare to run away.
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However, Goro is obviously an exception.
Seeing Shen Tang coming back laughing and joking, as if this bandit's den was just an ordinary place to stay, not in a hurry or afraid, Chu Yao completely believed Qi Bushan's conclusion.
"Wuhui, has Dongchu turned on the fire? I'm so hungry."
Chu Yao said: "I left a large bowl of hot noodles for Wulang."
He was about to step forward to pick up the sleeping Lin Feng, but Shen Tang moved one step faster than him, hugged him down, and did not intend to hand him over. Chu Yao stopped his feet and said: "Wu Lang."
"Um?"
Chu Yao said earnestly: "Miss Lin has to take care of Wu Lang's daily life and washing. You two don't have to pay attention to 'men and women sit on separate seats for seven years old', but since you have decided to send her out of the cabinet as a 'sworn brother' in the future, some more intimate actions are still necessary." Less is better…”
Shen Tang: "..."
Chu Yao made an "eight" sign: "And she is already eight years old."
The age difference between Wulang and her is too small, and it is indeed inappropriate to get too close.
Shen Tang's eyes were subtle: "...Wuhui."
Chu Yao responded: "I'm here."
Shen Tang made a serious promise: "I believe that the spirit of words is omnipotent, and technologies such as grinding plates to light and eye-to-mirror will also be realized. If I can get good things like glass, jade, jade or crystal, I will Let me sharpen a single-sided spectacle for you."
She is old and has presbyopia, but she can understand.
Her face looks like she can take out something?
Chu Yao, who is actually only thirty-four: "???"
Xiaocheng, residential buildings.
When Qi Shan came back, the Golden Crow had not really set yet, but the strange thing was that the door latch of the house had fallen down and he couldn't push it.
He had to knock on the door.
Boom, boom boom, boom, boom, boom.
This was the secret code for his appointment with the old woman and his wife.
If there is danger in the house, answer "Who are you knocking on the door for?" If there is no danger, answer "Wait a moment, we are coming."
After a while, an old woman's voice sounded from the door.
"Wait a moment, here we come." The footsteps were getting closer and closer, followed by the sound of the door latch moving. There was only a creaking sound, and the wooden door was opened. The old woman looked at the unfamiliar young man in cloth in front of her without being surprised at all, and whispered softly. He said, "Langjun, come in quickly."
As soon as Qishan entered the yard, she looked outside before closing the door.
"Has anyone come here today?"
Seeing the cautious look on the old woman's face, Qi Shan knew something was wrong.
"Yes, I seem to be here to see Mr. Lang."
Qi Shan frowned when he heard this: "Who is it?"
The old woman led him into the house and said worriedly: "I don't know, but looking at their clothes, they looked like they were guests of some family. They even used the excuse of borrowing water to come and sit in the courtyard, asking questions inside and outside their words. Langjun’s identity. Langjun, look at this..."
Qishan said: "It's okay."
The old woman said again: "Someone has entered the husband's house."
Since the benefactor moved in, whenever they go out, the old woman will put some rice ash on the window sill of the guest house and the door frame of the door. If outsiders sneak in, they will leave traces. Qishan and others left yesterday and did not return all night. After the strangers came over, strange marks appeared on the windows and door frames, which made the old woman frightened.
They are not afraid of implicating themselves, but they are afraid that something will happen to their benefactor.
Qishan is very steady: "Don't panic, it doesn't matter."
The old woman's hanging heart returned to its original position: "That's good."
