Chapter 16: The Great Magician with a Short Circuit in the Brain

"Let's go, my mother will make clear soup noodles for you," Zhang Ju smiled and pulled up Ma Xiaoyong.

"Okay, good, my mother's noodles are the best, I can't eat enough," Ma Xiaoyong said happily.

Hearing Ma Xiaoyong's familiar mantra again, Zhang Ju's body was obviously shocked. Tilting his head, he took Ma Xiaoyong's little hand and strode towards the house. She didn't want her son to see her again and continue to cry.

"You take care of your brother in the house first... Mother will cook noodles for you" After speaking, before Ma Xiaoyong could answer, he walked quickly towards the door.

Before coming to the kitchen... Zhang Ju finally couldn't hold back the tears that had been rolling in her eyes. Squatted down and hugged his head and cried.

After a long time... The fragrance wafted in.

took a deep breath, "It's so fragrant", and whispered to his younger brother who was still asleep, "The noodles made by my mother are really fragrant, and I'm afraid my eldest brother won't be able to eat them again in the future." The eldest brother's share will be given to you, but you have to promise the eldest brother to take care of our mother, do you know?"

"The noodles are ready, hurry up and eat them while they're hot," Zhang Ju shouted at Ma Xiaoyong.

"Here, mother. Ma Xiaoyong agreed.

Come to the dinner table... I took a deep breath of the aroma of the noodles, "Well, it's so fragrant... No, there is also the smell of meat," Ma Xiaoyong exclaimed with a light in his eyes.

"Hurry up and sit down and eat, don't let the noodles get cold" rubbed Ma Xiaoyong's little head and said with a doting smile.

Every time Zhang Ju went to the town to trade woven cloth, he would buy some meat when he came back, and today was no exception.

Zhang Ju just smiled and watched Ma Xiaoyong feast on the side. The eyes that look straight forward are hazy, and the tears are silently falling...

"Hiccup... It's delicious, hiccup..."Touching his belly, Ma Xiaoyong said with a look of enjoyment.

Zhang Ju hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face, and said with a smile, "Are you full?

"I'm full, I'm burping. Mother, you should eat it quickly, otherwise the noodles will be cold," Ma Xiaoyong said.

"Okay", three times five divided by two, Zhang Ju finished a bowl of noodles. Quickly pack up the dishes and chopsticks and return to the house.

"Yong'er, accompany your mother to sit in the courtyard?" Zhang Ju asked.

"Okay," Ma Xiaoyong agreed.

Ma Xiaoyong leaned on Zhang Ju like this, and Zhang Ju hugged Ma Xiaoyong tightly like this. Sitting on the stone steps of the courtyard gate... Both of them were speechless. Just quietly enjoy the tranquility of the moment.

The night is getting deeper... The chirping of insects and birds has also stopped, and the evening breeze is no longer refreshing but slightly cool.

"What if... How nice it would be if I could always snuggle up in my mother's arms?

"Yong'er, let's go. It's cold outside, let's go back to the house" Zhang Ju took her eldest son's hand and walked straight into the house.

Lying in bed... Ma Xiaoyong habitually pillowed his arms behind his head, looking out the window at the night sky, the sky was full of stars. They seemed to be winking at him with bright eyes.

"Father, a lot has happened today. My brother is sick, and Yong'er also lied to her mother, you have taught Yong'er before, be honest and not deceive. However, today Yong'er still deceived her mother. I was afraid that my mother would worry about me, so I lied to her. You're not here, and no one teaches Yong'er what to do, Yong'er feels so tired, so tired..."

Every time he had something on his mind, he silently told it to the starry sky. He had always stubbornly felt that his father must have been watching him from heaven. Among those twinkle eyes, there will always be a pair that will be his father's.

Still curled up in a ball, he fell into a deep sleep......

It's not dawn yet... Ma Xiaoyong was as usual. Cook porridge, feed my brother, leave a note, and gallop towards the back mountain......

Back hill, in front of thatched houses.

With his fists clenched and his teeth clenched, Ma Xiaoyong looked very hesitant. As soon as the door opened, there was no turning back.

However.. This time is clearly different. The door opens automatically... There was a mournful laugh from inside the room, "What's the matter, little doll, are you scared......?"

Ma Xiaoyong exhaled a deep breath and walked towards the house.

"Come on"... Simple and clear words, but completely revealing his resolute heart.

"Good, good, very good. Seeing Ma Xiaoyong's firm eyes, he was very happy and said hello three times in a row.

Because, Ma Xiaoyong is very important to him, and the medicinal materials are also very rare, whether Ma Xiaoyong has an accident or a waste of medicinal materials. He was distressed to death.

Originally, there was still some apprehension in my heart, but because of Ma Xiaoyong's firm eyes, he was slightly relieved.

"The medicine barrel is still in the bamboo forest, you go. ”

"By the way, I'll give you one last word. No matter how painful it is, I can't faint if I endure it. Otherwise, you will surely die, and your brother will be demented for the rest of his life. Remember?" Zhang Song admonished solemnly.

Nodding slightly, Ma Xiaoyong walked towards the bamboo forest.

The pitch-black liquid in the barrel with a black glow, the black is very weird, if you watch it for a long time... It seems to feel that it can pull people's hearts into it, and it is like a pair of black hands stretching out from the barrel to drag people into the bottomless abyss.

Settle your mind and take off your clothes. Without hesitation, jumped in.

As soon as he entered it, a pain that shook his soul came from all over his body. As soon as it gets dark, I'm going to faint.

"Why is it so intense this time? It hurts more than ever. How much material did this old man add, this old man wouldn't want to harm me, right?" Ma Xiaoyong was tightly pressed and cursed in his heart with hatred.

In fact, Ma Xiaoyong blamed Zhang Song for this, Zhang Song not only did not add more materials, but also subtracted a lot.

But why did Ma Xiaoyong feel more painful this time than before? Because he had just soaked in the liquid medicine a few days ago. Before, he was only allowed to soak the liquid once every fifteen days because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it. And this time, it was only two days apart and it was soaked again, so it would be abnormal to behave otherwise.

Clench your teeth so that you don't make any sound. Because... He had a feeling. If he shouts out... Absolutely persisting for less than a minute will make you completely faint, and fainting means... Death!

"No, you can't faint... No, you can't faint... No, you can't faint," he muttered inwardly.

At first, it had a slight effect, but of course it had a slight effect. Now, though, beads of sweat are rolling down.

The cute little face began to distort and deform due to the intense pain. Traces of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, ears, nose, eyes, and ears, and anyone who saw his expression at the moment would feel creepy and a chill down his spine.

I don't know how long it took, Ma Xiaoyong's consciousness still became blurred. His eyes were a little sloppy.

That's when ... His ears seemed to hear the gentle voice of his mother. "Child, my mother is waiting for you to become a pharmacist and come back to see your mother. We've already pulled the hook, you are not allowed to deceive your mother, otherwise... Mother-in-law will be sad."

"Mother.. Mother's lips moved slightly, muttering to herself.

"Yong'er, you can't sleep. Your mother has cooked clear soup and noodles for you, and I hope you will go back."

"Yong'er... Yong'er, did you hear it, you can't sleep, if you sleep like this, what will your mother do? What will your brother do? Your father is gone, you are the eldest son in the family, and you are the heaven of the family. If you fall, the heavens of your house will fall. Do you want to see your mother wash her face with tears all day long, living in the abyss of endless pain?"

"You said you could take care of your mother and brother and reassure your father, and you are like this? This is your promise to your father?"

"Father.. Father, no, it's not like this, Yong'er didn't sleep, Yong'er promised his father that he would definitely do it,"

Ma Xiaoyong Huo Ran opened his eyes and yelled, "Because... This is the promise of our men."

Distance.. Zhang Song's spirit has been tense, and he is ready to fish him out of the medicine barrel at any time. Every time I saw that he was about to die, when he was about to make a move, he pushed through it again, repeating the cycle again and again, pinching a cold sweat for him countless times. This little ghost is really like a cockroach that can't be killed, and it's very tenacious...

However, Zhang Song still did not dare to slack off. If this is a step at night, then there is no way back.

Just when Zhang Song was still concentrating on guard, suddenly a roar full of energy resounded throughout the bamboo forest.

"I make, I make... What happened? Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?", Zhang Song was so frightened this time that his head had a temporary short circuit.

Although he is a powerful fourth-order great magician, he is also a person, isn't he? Even if the fifth-order demon master has been so mentally powerful, he can't stand it for so long. What's more, Zhang Songcai was just a fourth-order great magician.

Come back to your senses... Zhang Song's face was suddenly ugly, he had never been so embarrassed since his debut, even if he fought with the two "Star Source Unicorns" that time, he was not as embarrassed as he was today.

Zhang Song hated and wanted to turn away, and thought of the result of this little ghost's death, so he bit it and continued to stay on guard.

In fact, Zhang Song is not much better than Ma Xiaoyong, he always has a feeling that this little ghost will continue to toss like this. This little ghost probably hasn't hung up yet, and he himself estimates that he will be mentally ill by this little ghost first.