Song Xiao felt someone squatting down beside him, and his heart skipped a beat.

Reaching out and grabbing the saber on Han Ya's waist.

The handle of the saber was stained with sticky liquid, and the corners of Song Xiao's lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

Fingers stroked, the lines on the hilt of the sword, Song Xiao didn't say anything after all.

Han Yao looked at her, pondered for a moment, and said, "There are too many clutter at the door, you go first to rest for a while, and I'll clean it up." ”

An iron hand helped Song Xiao to stand up, Song Xiao stood up tremblingly, standing in place with rapid breathing, still holding Han Ya's saber in his hand.

Han Ya hesitated, pulled out his sword and handed it to Song Xiao, turned around and picked up the people in Luzigou on the ground, and went to the back mountain.

Song Xiao stood at the gate of the courtyard with his sword in hand, Han Ya left in silence, and hurried back in silence.

Listening to his footsteps, feeling his deliberately aggravated footsteps, Song Xiao's ears were 'buzzing', and a trace of sweetness poured into his body along the sword.

It was originally a very auspicious day, because of the 'joining' of the Korean crow, it was like adding honey.

There was a coughing sound in the room.

Song Xiao hurriedly took off the strip of cloth on his eyes, turned around with a sword and entered the courtyard, and went straight to the main house.

"Grandpa!" Song Xiao threw himself to the side of the bed and wiped the blood from the corner of Grandpa Song's mouth with a handkerchief, "Are you awake?"

has been sick for a long time, Grandpa Song has been sick for so long, Song Xiao is a wooden pimple and knows that Grandpa Song is about to die.

Helping Grandpa Song to sit down, Song Xiao went to the kitchen and poured a bowl of water out, lit the water with chopsticks, moistened Grandpa Song's chapped lips, and fed him water.

"Ahem," Grandpa Song drank some water, his throat was much more comfortable, he came to his senses, and looked at Song Xiao with half-open eyes, his eyes full of love and self-blame.

"Aka... Xiao, is that strong, strong man back?"

Song Xiao nodded, looked at the saber in his hand, and wiped his tears, "I'm back." ”

Grandpa Song's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he followed Song Xiao's line of sight and saw the sharp saber in Song Xiao's hand, Grandpa Song took a strong breath, got up, and looked at the saber carefully, after a long time, Grandpa Song raised his head, looked at Song Xiao with a smile, and made Song Xiao blush and heartbeat, "Xiaoxiao, is this his saber?"

Grandpa Song was a merchant in his early years, carrying a burden through the streets and alleys, and knew the meaning of this saber to his master.

"Did the strong man give it to you?"

If so, it means that the strong man is willing to shelter Song Xiao.

Grandpa Song swallowed nervously and looked at Song Xiao.

Song Xiao's heart moved, looking at Grandpa Song's frowning brows, his heart was sour, and he nodded, "Yes." ”

"That's good! That's good!" Grandpa Song breathed a long sigh of relief when he heard this, fell on the bed, looked at the roof, and for a while, turned his head to look at the door frame of the main house, smiled with relief, and his eyes gradually drifted.

"Grandpa," Song Xiao breathed lightly, watching Grandpa Song slowly close his eyes, slowly, there was no movement.

Song Xiao knelt to the side of the bed and shook his hands to try Grandpa Song's snort.

Stopped......

Song Xiao's heart was shocked, he was stunned for a long time, and he fell to the ground and kowtowed three times.

Han Yao stood at the door of the main house until Grandpa Song died, glanced at the saber next to Song Xiao on the ground, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and finally he didn't open his mouth to let him return it.

Song Xiao cried for a while, and came out with two eyes that were swollen into walnuts.

Grandpa Song died, and the family did not prepare a coffin, so he needed to go to the mountain to cut down a few trees and make a thin coffin.

As soon as I came out, I happened to bump into a Han crow carrying a thick tree surrounded by one person.

Song Xiao subconsciously clenched the saber in his hand.

Only then did she realize that she hadn't returned Han Crow's saber to him, so how did he get the tree?

Han Ya put down the wood and turned around, and Song Xiao saw at a glance that he had a scabbard pinned to his waist and an ordinary big knife that had been curled.

The big knife was like the one that had fallen to the ground before.

Han Yao wiped his sweat and looked at his saber in Song Xiao's hand.

Song Xiao clenched his sword, was silent for a few breaths, and handed it to Han Ya.

Han Yao took it.

Holding his sword in his hand, it felt very different, Han Ya turned his wrist, pulled a sword flower, and with a few strokes, the round trees were peeled and cut into pieces under his sword.

Song Xiao clenched his hands, tried his best to ignore the strange feeling of emptiness in his heart, entered the house, took out the hammer and props for Han Ya, entered the house by himself, sorted out Grandpa Song's remains, and changed into new clothes.

When Song Xiao came out, there was an extra thin coffin in the courtyard, and Han Ya just put the knife into the sheath.

Looking at the beautiful saber on Han Ya's waist, Song Xiao's expression was in a trance for a moment.

The ghost envoy walked up to Han Ya and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

Taking advantage of Han Ya's lack of reaction, Song Xiao pulled out violently.

I pulled it out once, but I didn't pull it out.

I pulled it out again, but I didn't pull it out either.

Song Xiao had a cold face, stubbornly trying to pull it out again, Han Ya held her little hand, was silent for a moment, and said, "You can't pull it out." ”

This is no ordinary sword.

Han Ya's mind flashed the corners of the purple clothes.

This sword is a sword that has been tempered by purple clothes.

How could such a sword be pulled out by Song Xiao as a child?

Sure enough, Song Xiao didn't believe in evil, and pulled it out several times, but he couldn't pull it out.

Before he could speak, Song Xiaosheng's face turned red.

Han Ya couldn't help but smile, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

Song Xiao was even more embarrassed, stomped his feet, turned around and entered the house.

Grandpa Song is dead, and this matter still has to be notified to the village Lizheng.

Song Xiao's parents fell ill ten years ago, and after Grandpa Song received the letter, he came back to farm.

Song Xiao has been dependent on Grandpa Song since he was three years old.

The family is thin, Song Xiao's grandfather was sick five years ago, and there are often idle wanderers at the door to harass and entangle.

Song Xiao, a little girl like a flower, had to find a way to tan herself and become ugly while supporting her family single-handedly.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still a little smart and tough, Song Xiao would have been forcibly taken away a long time ago.

Half-grown boys, similar to Lu Xiaohai, are not the most frightening, the most frightening are those adults with secret thoughts.

For example, those brothers in Luzigou.

Li Zheng also took action to protect Song Xiao, but it was not a family after all, and he couldn't protect Song Xiao all the time.

Hearing this, when he heard that Grandpa Song had passed away, he couldn't help but sigh, and summoned a few men and women in the village who were more upright to follow Han Ya to the thatched house of the Song family.

As soon as a few people entered the courtyard, they saw Song Xiaodi, who was dressed in black and wearing a white flower on his head, standing at the door, holding a dagger with a cold light in his hand, confronting several ruffian homeless people.

Song Xiao, who was originally angry, couldn't help but reddened his eyes when he saw Han Ya leading a team of people over.

In the past, I was afraid of the gossip in the village, and I didn't dare to communicate with the people in the village.

Song Xiao didn't recognize that these people brought over by Han Ya were from Sanlitun for a while.

Seeing Li Zheng, Song Xiao suddenly realized.

Han Ya's thoughtfulness finally moved Song Xiao.

The suffering she had suffered before, the anger she had suffered, was a hundred times stronger than this, but there had never been a time when Song Xiao felt so wronged, looking at Han Ya, Song Xiao's eyes were bloody, she clenched her fists, turned around suddenly, and slammed into the wall.

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