Qingniu felt warm all over his body, and there was a hot current from his back, reaching his heart to the dantian, and then flowing through the dantian through the limbs and hundreds of remains, driving away some discomfort and recovering some spirits. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When he opened his eyes, his face was still pale, apparently bleeding profusely. Moving slightly, the wound hurt badly, and when he looked down, he didn't know when he was stripped of his shirt, and the strips of rags wrapped around the wound on his chest were simply used as bandages. The strip of cloth has been soaked with blood and spread into a blood mass, one, two, three...... There are five blood clumps scattered in exactly the shape of the five fingers.

Qingniu lost his mind, and suddenly felt happy in his heart that he was not dead. After thinking about it, he turned his head slightly, the left and right sides were empty, there was no figure, and he shouted with a sigh in his heart: "Xiang Niang, Xiang Niang?"

Seeing that no one responded, he endured the pain of the wound and struggled to get up and get out of bed.

Someone behind him: "Don't move. ”

Old man Zhang seemed to be settled, sat cross-legged, put his palms against the back of the green cow, and slowly lost his true qi. The ears, nose and eyes were already sweaty, and they had a faint luster. I don't know if it's the volatilization of sweat, or the internal force penetrating the body, and there are curling green smoke rising above the head, wisps after wisps.

He gradually withdrew his palms, holding the ball in the dantian, the green light in his palms converged, scurrying in it, the qi went slower and slower, weaker and weaker, and soon reincorporated into the body and disappeared. Only then did his eyelids move and he opened his eyes.

"What's it called, you're not afraid that your true anger will break your veins, and I'm afraid of going mad. Fortunately, the old man has deep internal strength. ”

Qingniu heard someone talking, turned his head to see, old man Zhang got off the ground at the right time, walked to the table, picked up the wine gourd and poured it into his mouth, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, caught a glimpse of Qingniu looking at him, raised his hand and said, "Take a sip?" ”

Qingniu shook his head.

Old man Zhang took another sip of his own aces, then put down the wine gourd, burped loudly, and spit out a mouthful of wine.

"You don't have to pretend in front of me, old man, I know you're not dumb. ”

The green cow flashed and said, "Who are you?"

The old man sneered: "It is said that it is not a family, and it is not a family, and it is true." Your wife also asked me who I was when she saw me, but she didn't know how to thank me, an old man, for all the effort she made to get you back. So it's not polite, and it's a perfect match for the two of them who are rude to get together. ”

Why couldn't Qingniu listen to him, and asked, "You saved us?"

"Who else is it not me?"

"Then I'm here to thank you. The green bull clenched his fists.

Old man Zhang said: "At the critical moment of life and death, is it because my help is not critical enough, or your life is not valuable." This method of thanksgiving is simple. He paused: "But I like it a lot, life is in the world, but this kind of simplicity is precious." ”

Qingniu asked again: "I don't know the name of my predecessor, he will be thanked in the future." ”

"If you don't have a name, you're serious. ”

Qingniu seems to be honest, but his mind is very secret, since others don't want to say, then he won't ask anymore.

A few simple sentences of dialogue are not painful or itchy, but the doorway is very deep. made Old Man Zhang impress him, and said secretly: What a smart person.

Thinking of this, thinking of Xiang Niang again, I compared these two to a piece, they are both very good young people, although there are some small flaws in their bodies, they are indeed a tight match. I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"What are you sighing for?" asked Qingniu.

"I lament that the world is impermanent and fateful. ”

"Ill-fated? ill-fated. After listening to it, Qingniu muttered repeatedly, and the more he chewed the words, the stronger the flavor became, only talking about his heart, and couldn't help but think sadly: "It's a good word, to describe my current situation, but it's also appropriate." ”

For a while, the atmosphere was a little cold, and the cold was biting, chilling the blood of the whole body and cooling the heart.

Just remembering something, Qingniu hurriedly asked, "Do you know where my wife has gone?"

Old man Zhang hung for a long time, stared at him for a long time, and said slowly: "You really want to know?"

Qingniu said: "I really want to know." ”

"Then I'm not going to hide it from you? she's going to find you an antidote. ”

"Looking for an antidote?" Qingniu was puzzled, and instead smiled bitterly: "How easy is it to find an antidote, I can already feel that the poison has been deeply rooted in my body, although it is suppressed, it can only be for a moment." ”

Old man Zhang said: "It's really difficult to detoxify you. It also depends on what the antidote is. What if it is the antidote to your poison?"

"Huh?" Qingniu's face was happy, and he seemed to see a little light, and hurriedly said, "Where can I find this antidote?"

Old man Zhang smiled: "You should be able to think of it." ”

"Can I think of it?" Suddenly Qingniu was stunned, a bad thought rose, but it was the result he didn't want to think of the most, for a while, it was cloudy, his expression flickered quickly, and all kinds of emotions came to his heart together, some were panicked, some were uneasy, and more were unbelieving, and said: "Is it the poisoner?"

Old man Zhang didn't speak, just nodded.

This point contains many meanings, but for Qingniu, he can't care so much, he bounced up from the bed, and the action was so big that the wound that had just coagulated was torn again, and a lot of blood flowed out, wetting a large strip of cloth.

His steps were afloat, his feet weak, and he was obviously greatly affected, and although he walked slowly, he kept approaching the door without stopping.

"You want to go?" said Old Man Zhang.

"Hmm. ”

"In your current situation, you're just going to die"

"Then what do you call me? Let me watch Xiang Niang fall into the tiger's mouth again?" Qingniu's eyes were round, his snort was very heavy, he was really angry, and he didn't care that it was an old man in front of him, or his own life-saving benefactor: "Why don't you stop her, is your heart so vicious, you want to see people seek death?"

Old man Zhang said: "She has made up her mind, and I can't stop it." ”

"Then why didn't you know to stun her?" roared the green bull.

In the face of his blame, Old Man Zhang was very calm, and said quietly: "If people can keep it, how can they keep their hearts." ”

Yes, people stay, their hearts are absent, and the saddest thing for people is nothing more than this. Xiang Niang knows very well, and Qingniu also knows it, so Xiang Niang is gone, so Qingniu is desperate. That roar used up the little strength left, and the powerlessness in the body was always unable to withstand the weakness in the heart, and the feet couldn't support it, and the person fell to the ground, and he couldn't get up again.

Maybe he didn't want to get up either.

Sometimes people live and have no thoughts, which is not much worse than the walking dead.

Now the green cow is still alive, but it is just like a corpse that can breathe.

His eyes were still open, but there was no light, his anger was spreading, and his dead air was slowing down.

No one could persuade him, and no one could persuade him, Old Man Zhang knew that only he could save himself at this time, so he didn't speak, just stayed aside.

He was waiting, waiting for the green cow to speak. He was waiting because he believed that the green cow would wake up on its own.

For a long time, in short, for a long, long time, when a ray of remnant sun penetrated through the leaky window, shone on half of Qingniu's face, and on his already gray pupils, he seemed to ease up a little, and said with a pout: "I, how long can I live?"

Old man Zhang said: "Three days at most." ”

Qingniu muttered to himself: "That's quite long. He asked, "I want to live less." ”

"What do you want?"

"I want to be healed. ”

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