After a long time, he had the urge to cry, but he quickly held it back and whispered in his mouth: "Man, big husband, what are you afraid of if you look ugly, ability is the most important thing." ”

But after a while, tears were dripping down his cheeks, and he wiped his tears hard, and said to himself fiercely: "He Lang, this is the last time you cry in your life, in the future, you will live to the sky, even if you are disabled, you must be strong, damn, where is Lao Tzu disabled, your grandmother is a bear, anyway, you have to live well in the future, and you can't be looked down upon!"

After doing psychological construction for a long time, I finally slept peacefully.

He had a strange dream, in his sleep, as soon as his orange peel face appeared in front of Mo Fei'er, the other party screamed, and ran away, so he chased after him, still shouting in his mouth: "Fei'er, don't run, I'm He Lang, don't you know me?"

He woke up sweating profusely, short of breath, his hands on his lower abdomen, the pain hit again, this place had been many times, as long as he thought of Mo Fei'er, it hurt, tearing.

This night he tossed and turned, it was dawn, and he never fell asleep again, in a daze, he suddenly thought that he should be able to exercise now, and the backlash of the Demon Emperor Yuan Shen didn't seem to need him to worry anymore.

He really wanted to ask Brother Jing, but Brother Jing must be in the process of recovering his vitality at the moment, and he knew that every time Brother Jing left the Fairy Spirit Mirror, he would not be able to recover his vitality within a month or two.

I also thought about what Brother Jing would do if he saw his strange appearance, and I hoped that with Brother Jing's well-informed mind, he would not disown his strange-looking friend.

After that, he sat cross-legged on the simple bed, began to close his eyes and breathe, after an hour, not only was he full of energy, but the discomfort in his body gradually improved, and the spiritual flow had not been swimming in various parts of his body for a long time, and now he suddenly felt that life still had a good side, but it was just to see how he dug up.

He clenched his fists, raised them high, and shouted, "You are the best!"

In his previous life, he had always disdained this kind of self-motivation, but now he felt that it did have a certain effect, and under the constant hints, he finally walked out of the grass hut and bravely showed his ugly side in front of everyone.

Of course, the only audience at the moment is the old man, and the old woman has gone to the town to buy food and has not yet returned.

"Old man, I'll help you chop wood, you can rest on the side!" He Lang hurriedly snatched the machete from the old man's hand and slashed at the wood on the ground.

"Young man, are your injuries healed, don't make a big move. The old man said kindly.

"Old man, you are a young man, how old do you think I am?" He Lang finally squeezed out a smile on his face and asked stubbornly.

"You look at most in your forties, if you take care of your body and your face is more ruddy, some people believe it when you say you are in your thirties. The old man said with a smile on his face.

After He Lang heard this, he was like being struck by lightning, and the movements in his hands stopped, and the person squatted on the ground and couldn't get up.

He said secretly: "It turns out to be true, I'll just say it, people believe it in fifty or sixty, and look at most forty or forty, uncle, you are too good at comforting people, and you still call me a young man, don't you bury me?" He Lang had the heart to find a crack in the ground at this time.

He lived to be in his thirties in his last life, but because he always paid attention to appearance, if he wore casual clothes, he was often regarded as a recent college graduate.

He Lang smiled helplessly in his heart, it seems that the first thing he has to face is himself.

The old man saw that He Lang was squatting on the ground and couldn't get up, thinking that he was uncomfortable again, so he hurriedly came over and asked with concern: "Young man, where are you unwell?, let's go to the house first to rest, here my old man can come by himself." ”

Now He Lang was very resistant to hearing the old man call him 'young man', he nodded his head, and rushed back to the thatched hut where he lived.

What He Lang thinks about the most now is, what will Mo Fei'er think when he sees him like this? Although it is not as exaggerated as the scene in the dream, if it is replaced by himself, there will be a shadow in his heart.

Don't say whether the other party will dislike him, now even he himself is beginning to dislike himself, he secretly scolded in his heart: "Your grandfather's Qilin King, did I rob your wife or kill your son, you persecuted me so much, can't you give me a pleasing face?"

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he slammed his fist into the makeshift bed, and with a 'boom', the room was full of dust.

In the courtyard, when the old man heard the sound, he hurriedly ran over, and when he saw He Lang in close contact with a piece of broken bricks and tiles, he was also dumbfounded, and said hurriedly: "Young man, you didn't knock it, this bed shouldn't be so unstrong." As he spoke, the old man approached Ho Lang.

He Lang lay in the pile of rubble and frowned, he realized what was happening, and did not immediately hold the hand that was reaching out to him.

Instead, he whispered in a very firm tone: "Old man, you can call me He Lang in the future, it sounds more cordial." ”

When the old man heard this, he was extremely happy, and said happily: "Okay, this is very good!"

He Lang got up from the ground by himself, patted the dust on his body, and seemed to be in a better mood.

It wasn't until later that He Lang knew that the people near Chunhua Town, as long as they looked like a man who was more than ten years younger than him, had always had the habit of calling each other a young man.

However, the old man should be old, and his eyes are not very good, so he called him that as soon as he opened his mouth.

The old man helped He Lang repair the bed again before he said, "Young man...... By the way, He Lang, you better rest first, the fall just now must not be light, I will go first to see if my wife has come back, it should be back after so long. ”

The old man's wife did not come back, and it was a neighbor who came to his house under the corner of the hill behind the house, also an old woman in her sixties, she entered the courtyard in a panic, and walked to the old man in a few steps and said loudly: "Oh no, old Wangtou, Huzi and her mother have an accident in the town, you go and see." ”

The old king's head, the name is the old man, his surname is Jinshan, he has an only son, his nickname is Huzi, but he hasn't seen anyone for more than ten years, and the old couple still don't know whether the son is dead or alive.

When Wang Jinshan heard this, he immediately stood up, took his coat casually, and was about to go out with the old neighbor.

This made He Lang hear, although he had never felt good in his heart, but as soon as he heard that the old woman who had saved him had an accident, he stepped out of the grass hut with a strong walk and came to the old man: "Old man, I'll go with you." ”

So He Lang followed Wang Jinshan and the old neighbor, and after walking for less than an hour, he came to a place called Chunhua Town.

On the way, the two also probably knew the cause of the incident, it turned out that the old woman and her neighbor wanted to go to the town market, but they didn't want to be targeted halfway.

The cause was the hidden blade that He Lang gave to Wang Jinshan.

The old woman took the things to the pawnshop first, but she didn't expect to get eighty taels of silver, which is a lot of money for Wang Jinshan and his wife, and they have never seen so much silver.

As soon as she came out of the pawnshop, she was targeted by street thugs, and she went to a remote street with her, and robbed the eighty taels of silver in broad daylight.

The old woman refused to let go, and was stabbed in the stomach by one of the thugs.

Now it's in the pharmacy hall.,Now it's life and death unknown.,Because of the lack of money.,Others only bandaged it simply.,Eat some inferior medicine.,In short, the situation is very bad.。

When He Lang and the others entered the pharmacy hall, they saw the old woman being placed in a consultation room, lying alone on the bed, with no one to take care of her.

A guy immediately followed behind the three of them, and said to a few people: "Please hand over the money for treatment first, otherwise people can't take it away." ”

When He Lang heard this, he was angry, and he stared at the guy fiercely and said, "You still want money, if there is anything wrong with you, I will demolish your entire pharmacy hall first!"

As soon as the young man saw the other party with a black face and a vicious appearance, he knew that he was not a good stubble, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to squeak.

He Lang still had some wound medicine on his body, he asked the young man to quickly bring water, and he took out a white porcelain bottle from the space of his left palm, poured out two green pills from the bottle, and put the porcelain bottle away.

He saw that the old woman was still a little conscious, and when the man brought water, he bent down and carefully stuffed the two pills into the old woman's mouth one by one, and then fed the saliva again, and said to the old woman while doing this: "Old man, you drink a few more sips of water, so that the pills can be absorbed by the body faster." ”

After feeding the medicine, He Lang was going to inject some spiritual qi into the other party to see if this extremely effective repair method for the monk would also be useful to ordinary people.

Not only did it work, but the old woman's wound miraculously stopped bleeding and showed signs of healing.

As soon as Wang Jinshan saw that his wife was hopeful, his tense nerves relaxed.

He Lang said to the old neighbor who brought them here: "Auntie, can you still have an impression of the little gangsters you mentioned earlier?"

The old neighbor saw that Wang Jinshan's wife was out of danger, and knew that the black-faced man in front of him had some means, but after thinking about it, he frowned and said: "It is the snake in this town who robs the money, and the subordinates of Heiba, the silver that is robbed will eventually fall into the hands of that person, and their power is all over this town, I think it is better not to provoke them, so as not to have a greater disaster." ”

When He Lang heard this, his eyes rolled and asked, "Auntie, where is the old nest of the Black Ba, you just need to tell me, and I will do the rest myself." ”

So the old neighbor told He Lang about the places where they often frequented, and said that the words of the Black Dragon Gang were engraved on their forearms.

When Wang Jinshan heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed He Lang, and said worriedly: "He Lang, don't worry about this matter, they are all local snakes, and we ordinary people can't afford to mess with them!"

"Old man, don't worry, I have a way, I will let him swallow as much as he wants, and repay it a hundred times! You are waiting for me here, and I will go back as soon as I go." ”

He Lang secretly thought, now that he doesn't have to worry about the exercise exercises, those scoundrels are not handy?

He comforted Wang Jinshan with great confidence, and went in the direction that the old neighbor said.