Ouyang Jue walked up to Guixiao Abyss and frowned as he looked at the pitch-black abyss.
A quarter of an hour ago, when he swung his soul-eating poisonous palm, Mo Tian's whole body emitted golden light.
A dragon-shaped mask appeared in front of Mo Tian, and his original offensive action turned into defensive action in an instant.
By the time Ouyang Jue realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
Seeing that cunning smile on Mo Tian's face, Ouyang Jue regretted it.
boom--
There was a muffled sound, and Mo Tian fell straight into the depths of Gui Xiaoyuan with a smile on his face.
At that moment, Ouyang Jue understood that Mo Tian had no intention of attacking at all.
His pretending to attack with all his strength was purely to attract Ouyang Jue's attention, and then let him attack with all his strength.
However, Mo Tian's real intention was not to escape from a frontal attack.
But to put it to death and live again, it is better to be broken into pieces than to be ruined.
When he fell into Gui Xiaoyuan, the smile on Mo Tian's face made Ouyang Jue completely understand.
I have been traversing the Eastern Region for decades, but I never expected that I would be tricked by such a kid.
But, it's too late now.
Even he dared not set foot in the horror of Gui Xiaoyuan, and no one knew about the strange air current under Gui Xiaoyuan.
Now he could only stare blankly into the endless abyss, clenching his fists tightly, and automatically saying in a black robe without wind, "Mo Tian!"
"Grandpa! Look, there is a little brother here!" A childish voice sounded in the open field.
"Really! Hurry, Xiaoyu, go and have a look!" An old man quickly ran in the direction pointed by the young man.
"Hey, little friend, are you okay? Little friend?" The old man helped the young man lying on the ground.
The young man has white hair, and he is exuding a little bit of energy, but the young man's current physical condition is very bad.
Only the lower body was wrapped with a few pieces of cloth, and the upper body had no clothing at all, but the strong body showed that the young man had a very good body.
There were many cracks on the strong body, and the blood in the cracks dried up, forming a blood cocoon that condensed on the young man's body.
A head of white hair fell straight down to his shoulders. Underneath the white hair were the young man's pale cheeks without any color, wrinkles forming on his lips, and dead skin rising up.
The old man stretched out his finger and put it in front of the young man's nose. The presence of heat meant that the young man was still alive.
Looking at the young man who was covered in scars and whose life was in chaos, the old man frowned.
The place where they live is very barren, almost all of them have nothing to eat but herbs. The only thing that is not lacking here is herbs.
Often those precious and precious herbs grow in this barren land.
I thought that there were still a lot of precious medicinal materials at home, and I would keep them anyway, so why not save a life for the little friend in front of me instead of building a seven-level pagoda.
"Ozawa, help grandpa hold the medicine basket. This little brother is seriously injured. Grandpa plans to take this little brother home." The old man raised his calloused hand and touched the young man's head.
The young man named Ozawa obediently took the medicine basket filled with wild herbs from the old man's hand and said, "Grandpa, why don't you let dad take a look? Dad's medical skills have improved recently."
"He? No need. I am enough alone. We don't need him for our family's affairs!" Hearing Ozawa talking about his father, the old man immediately changed his face and said coldly.
"Grandpa!" Ozawa said coquettishly.
"Xiao Ze, you have to remember that your name is Lin Ze, not Bai Ze. Do you understand? Okay, don't say any more. This kid's physical condition is very bad. If he is not treated in time, he may die." The old man said.
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"Yes...Grandpa." Bai Ze could only nodded and stopped talking about his father.
Qishan Town.
"Old man, how can you be such a wild boy? Your scars have really healed and you have forgotten the pain." A strong middle-aged man carrying a hoe couldn't help but joked as he looked at the young man carried by the old man.
With a cold snort, the old man said calmly: "As a doctor, you cannot ignore death. No matter who he is, as long as he is injured, I will take care of him."
Seeing that the old man was a little angry, the middle-aged man shrugged helplessly and said: "Old man, if you need anything, just tell me, and the women in the family will leave it to me."
"Yes." In response, the old man left with the young man on his back.
Opening the door, the old man took the young man into the room and threw him directly on the wooden bed.
Looking at the injuries all over the young man's body, he frowned.
"Ozawa, bring me my medicine box."
"Okay, grandpa." Bai Ze responded quickly and ran out the door quickly.
Soon, Bai Ze ran over holding a large box that was slightly smaller than himself.
Taking the medicine box handed over by Bai Ze, the old man glanced at Bai Ze and said, "Go out and close the door. No one can come in. The injury on this kid's body is too serious. It will take a lot of time to heal his injury."
Quiet environment!"
Looking at his grandfather's serious look, Bai Ze also understood that the young man's injury was unusual, and he quickly ran out and locked the door.
Lowering his head and looking at the young man who was injured all over, the old man put his palms together and said softly: "Little friend, I will do my best, and the rest can only be looked at by yourself. Little friend, hold back, you may suffer tremendous pain next."
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Putting on a pair of gloves, the old man opened his large medicine box, took out a sharp knife and cut directly towards the biggest wound on the young man's body.
The scabbed wound opened instantly, and black blood spurted out.
Looking at the red-stained sheets, the old man did not stop his movements and continued to cut open all the scabbed wounds on the young man's body.
Only by releasing all the congestion can the young man's injury recover faster.
On the side, Bai Ze watched nervously as his grandfather opened the young man's wound and kept handing him the medicine he needed.
"Grandpa, will this big brother really be okay?" Bai Ze asked with his big eyes nervously looking at the fainting young man.
"Ozawa, don't you still believe in your grandfather's medical skills?" the old man said with a faint smile.
"Quiet, I have to concentrate on treating this little friend now, and there is no room for any distraction."
"Yeah!" Bai Ze nodded quickly and stood aside in silence.
"call--"
Taking a deep breath, the old man speeded up his hands and continued to apply medicine and sutures to the young man. All movements were smooth and smooth.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I just remember that it was still bright when I came back, but now it’s dark.
Bai Ze sat outside the house and looked at the starry sky, turning his head from time to time to look at his grandfather who was still treating the young man inside the house.
"Grandpa, can I really only be a doctor in the future? But, I really don't want to do this. It seems that this brother was injured in the battle. It would be great if Ozawa could be like this brother. Ozawa doesn't want to
I want to be a doctor. Ozawa wants to practice! Ozawa wants to become stronger! Ozawa really doesn’t want to be as cowardly as his father! He can’t even protect the one he loves most.” Tears kept flowing from the corners of Bai Ze’s eyes.
Squatting down, Bai Ze cried softly.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes silently looked at Bai Ze who was crying in pain, clenching his fists tightly.
Bai Ze's voice was quiet, but not soft either. All of Bai Ze's voice was heard by the man.