Xiaohua had a flower-like smile on her face, and she hurriedly got up and hugged Wu Zheng's neck, shaking it constantly.

Wu Zheng subconsciously sniffed, and after his heart was finished, Xiaohua was going to teach herself a lesson again. He was ready to be beaten, and if it was past practice, the part that should have been beaten was his head. So Wu Zheng was close to each other's eyes, waiting for Xiaohua to make a black hand.

However, Xiaohua did not make a move, but let go of Wu Zheng. He still looked apprehensive at this time, and looked up to look for the traces of the bearded man and Mo Qing.

At this moment, the bearded man was crouching in front of the horses, as if he was talking, and kept saying something.

As for Mo Qing, that guy was even more bored, and he was doing morning exercises alone, stretching his body.

When Xiaohua saw this, she was relieved that the things in her dream did not happen after all. But then, his heart hung again, staring at the sick villagers on the side.

There is still no way for him to be cured, he is not a doctor after all, and it is not enough to read a few medical books. He couldn't even tell what illness the other party had. Xiaohua looked a little depressed, looking at the villagers who were pale and paralyzed on the ground and unable to move, her brows became deeper and deeper.

At this time, he couldn't help but think of the dream he had last night. He dreamed that both the bearded man and Mo Qing were sick, and it was a terrible dream. However, Xiaohua also had a question in his heart, why didn't he dream that Wu Zheng was also sick together?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at Wu Zheng again. I saw Wu Zheng clasping his nose with a little finger, and the muscles on his face were tense and very hard.

The corners of Xiaohua's mouth twitched, just this goods, maybe because the epidemic also saw him too wasteful, so he didn't want to be infected. Thinking of this, Xiaohua inexplicably feels very reasonable.

Wu Zheng also happened to see Xiaohua's unkind gaze at this moment, and he couldn't help but shudder, and his lips trembled and said, "Look at what I'm doing, you won't want to let blood again." ”

Xiaohua smiled and said, "I won't let you go." But when she said this, a very unreliable idea suddenly popped up in Xiaohua's head.

Xiaohua knew one of Wu Zheng's special abilities, and that was the ability to recover. For ordinary injuries, Wu Zheng can recover quickly. Even if it's a little heavier, it only takes a few days to be alive again.

Therefore, Xiaohua naturally thought, if Wu Zhengxue is used for other people, I don't know if it will have any effect? Of course, Xiaohua's idea has no basis, but why not give it a try?

So in the next second, Xiaohua showed that evil smile on her face. This was a smile that Wu Zheng hadn't seen for a long time, so much so that he had almost forgotten the true meaning of this smile.

Without waiting for Wu Zheng to say anything, Xiaohua took the lead and said, "I think what you just said is very reasonable, let's bleed." ”

"What?" Wu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then his face instantly turned pale, almost close to the color on the faces of the sick villagers. Wu Zheng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, and said lightly: "This joke is not funny. ”

"Who is kidding you. Xiaohua's tone changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and her eyes slowly floated on the small short knife on Wu Zheng's waist.

Wu Zheng wanted to cry, and he regretted leaving this little short knife more and more

"Take it out. Xiaohua hugged her shoulders, "Will you come by yourself or will I help you?"

Wu Zheng had tears in his eyes, and said with his chin bowed: "I'm myself, just come by myself." So, Wu Zheng slowly closed his eyes and pulled out the small short knife.

I saw that the little short knife was extremely sharp, reflecting the light in the sun. Obviously, Wu Zheng has been polished a lot. However, Wu Zheng may never have expected that he would pave the way for himself.

"Wait. ”

Just as Wu Zheng was about to make a move, Xiaohua's voice sounded again. Wu Zheng's eyes bloomed again, and he knew that Xiaohua would not be so ruthless.

However, when Wu Zheng heard Xiaohua's next sentence, he felt cold again.

"Don't waste it, you feed them directly to these patients in a moment. As she spoke, Xiaohua pointed to several sick villagers behind her.

Well, Wu Zheng admits that he thinks too much again. Although he didn't quite understand what Xiaohua meant, he didn't have the heart to guess. Wu Zheng pouted aggrievedly, but obediently ran to the side of the villagers. He put his finger next to the mouth of a villager, then gritted his teeth and cut it with a knife.

That's it, it also made Wu Zheng grin in pain, and the hand holding the knife trembled vigorously.

Xiaohua looked at all this indifferently, and wanted to laugh when she saw Wu Zheng's skillful movements. To be honest, Wu Zheng really didn't bleed less with him, and there were always a few days a month when there was some blood.

Wu Zheng raised his severed finger, and then the blood slowly dripped onto the villager's lips.

The villager seemed to have a feeling, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Wu Zheng holding a knife and shaking it in front of his eyes. Suddenly, he was so frightened that he wanted to escape. But his body was weak, so he had to crawl on the ground in terror.

He grinched his fingers on the ground, and his stomach strained. He was already scared to the extreme, he thought that it would be a big deal to get sick and die, but looking at the other party's sharpening appearance, he should not give himself a good death. At this moment, all the potential of his body was stimulated, as if he had turned into a crocodile and began to crawl away frantically.

When Xiaohua saw it, his heart was full of surprise, but he naturally couldn't let the other party run away easily. So Xiaohua squatted down, reached out with both hands and grabbed the man.

The man began to struggle, writhing like a dead serpent. He was already on the verge of despair, for he found that his body was so weak that Xiaohua's two hands were like two large iron tongs, holding them in place.

Seeing the other party struggling, Xiaohua couldn't bear it, so she had to bite the bullet and comfort: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, just a knife." ”

When the villager heard this, he was even more frightened, and the extent of his struggle became greater. While struggling, I heard him say, "Please, spare me, let me die." ”

Xiaohua couldn't help frowning, and commanded Wu Zheng: "Why are you still stunned, bloodletting." ”

"Bloodletting?" the villager was horrified, this was really not allowed to live.

Wu Zheng no longer hesitated, and stabbed his finger again, and in order to prevent the wound from recovering quickly, he directly inserted it into the other party's mouth. However, what Wu Zheng never expected was that the other party actually bitten.

"Ahh

hands. He had a feeling that he had done Lu Dongbin, and at this time, he just wanted to say: "Why is it always me who is hurt." ”

After a lot of effort, Wu Zhengcai finally pulled out his fingers. According to Wu Zheng's habit, if he accidentally injured his finger while chopping vegetables, he would suck it with his mouth. Only this time, Wu Zheng hesitated. He stared at the fingers that were full of the other's saliva, and he couldn't get his mouth down for a long time.

As for Xiaohua, she also let go of the hand that grabbed the other party. Still frightened, the man stood up and scrambled to move far away.

Xiaohua observed the man's performance and couldn't help but feel happy. Because just now, he clearly saw that the man was crawling, and at this moment, he actually stood up and was able to run. So, a smile appeared on Xiaohua's face. It seems that Wu Zheng's blood is indeed useful.

"Wu Zheng. Xiaohua shouted at Wu Zheng again, and then said with a smile: "You are of great use." ”

Wu Zheng was still full of doubts, but he knew one thing, he saw Xiaohua smiling again, and he smiled brightly.

The following morning, Wu Zheng began to bled non-stop. The bearded man tied Wu Zheng to a tree, and kept comforting Wu Zheng, saying something: "You have to be strong, you are sacrificing yourself for others, and you have no regrets in death." ”

Wu Zheng was so cool in his heart, he said that the bearded man was a comfort or a curse, and he even used the words "death without regrets".

Xiaohua and Mo Qing are also two-sided. Xiaohua was in charge of making a cut for Wu Zheng and collecting the blood. And Mo Qing took turns to let those villagers drink Wu Zheng's blood.

The knife kept slashing across Wu Zheng's fingers, knife after knife. Until the end, Wu Zheng was even a little numb. You say it hurts, but he still hurts. You say it doesn't hurt, but there is a little stinging. At the end of each knife, before the next knife arrived, Wu Zheng even had a faint sense of anticipation.

After a busy morning, the sick villagers didn't know how much blood they had drunk. In short, their faces had gradually become rosy, and they were no longer as pale as before. In contrast, Wu Zheng's face is much paler.

Wu Zheng looked up at the noon sun and let out a final roar: "Xiaohua, you want to invite me to dinner." ”

"Good, good. Xiaohua comforted Wu Zheng with a smile, and then asked the bearded man to put Wu Zheng down from the book. As soon as Wu Zheng was unrestrained, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. He is really anemic, he has never heard of such bloodletting, Xiaohua is really not ordinary black to his own people.

At this moment, those sick villagers all bowed down in front of Xiaohua, including the patient who was overly frightened before, and said gratefully: "Thank you for saving your life." And they all bowed and bowed.

Xiaohua's heart blossomed, but seeing so many villagers kneeling down for herself, she was always a little embarrassed and couldn't look at it. For a person like Xiaohua, who is used to being talked about and abused for a long time, this kind of treatment is unattainable.

So Xiaohua hurriedly went up to help, and kept saying: "It's not enough to worry about it, and I can't afford such a generous gift." ”

"Eun Gong's life-saving grace, we have written it down. And when he had spoken, they were to bow down again.

Wu Zheng looked at all this in front of him, his hands were trembling, and he wanted to say: "I am your father-in-law, you drank my blood!"