Zhao Xingwu felt good, and Zhao Fei was relieved.

He has five Qi and Blood Pills in his hand, leaving three for himself and the remaining two for his family, as long as they are mashed and mixed together, it is difficult to find that the medicinal powder has become more.

"Aunt Ting, Dao Zai, you should also take the Qi and Blood Pill to exercise. ”

"We don't need to!"

Wuhan University has so many resources, young people are more energetic, and there are more possibilities in the future.

Jing Wenting kept shaking his hand, and said bitterly: "If you want to take the martial arts exam, you have to improve your strength as soon as possible, don't worry about us." ”

"We now earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, don't worry too much. ”

Zhao Fei said so badly that he finally persuaded Jing Wenting.

Chu Xiaodao was originally only one kick away, and he would soon be able to reach the limit of his body by taking the Qi and Blood Pill, and if he succeeded in breaking through and advancing to the bloodline martial artist, he would not have to swallow his anger everywhere.

Seeing the light ahead, people are full of energy.

The family trained frantically, but the three of Jingwenting found that Zhao Fei was different, although he claimed to have taken the Qi and Blood Pill, there were no side effects from others.

Zhao Fei jokingly explained: "Maybe this is a genius." ”

Zhao Xingwu said: "Chu Hao should have been struck by thunder and lightning when his aura entered his body, and his body underwent incredible changes, Teacher Sun said so at the beginning. ”

Zhao Fei smiled and didn't say much.

Human beings are very self-conscious creatures, and they prefer to believe in what their brains make, and sometimes silence is better than sound.

Chu Xiaodao praised with some pride: "It deserves to be my cub!"

"......" Zhao Fei could only despise him in his heart.

On this day, the family went to set up a stall as usual, and the business was so hot that it was sold out in a while.

A few people packed up their things and went home, and as soon as they entered the alley, they were blocked by several people.

Before they could react, a few people followed behind them, sandwiching them in the middle, unable to advance or retreat.

Chu Xiaodao pushed the wooden cart and said vigilantly: "What do you want to do?"

The person who came had bad intentions, holding an iron rod in his hand, and slowly approached: "Don't be too arrogant, you have to understand how many catties and taels you have, and the students of the People's Martial Arts University are what you can offend?"

"Is that kid named Qian Lin?"

"Heh, boy, they are fighting with each other, and it does seem that they are a group of children, but you must be clear, they are bloodline martial artists, and they are promising bloodline martial artists, not waste wood like me who is difficult to absorb talent. ”

The middle-aged man who took the lead, a little younger than Chu Xiaodao, walked up casually: "I'm sorry, I'm also eating with a mouthful, let's have bright eyes in the future." ”

Jing Wenting said indignantly: "It's because he doesn't pay off the debt, and you guys are still unreasonable!"

The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "The truth is told by people who are evenly matched, are you worthy?"

The middle-aged man was majestic enough, and he rushed up with his subordinates and started fighting.

He is also a bloodline martial artist, and there are so many people under him, where can Zhao Fei and the others resist?

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man saw that it was almost over, beckoned his subordinates to stop, and patted Chu Xiaodao's face: "Remember, brother, be careful in the future." ”

He snatched the pocket containing the money, and when he saw Zhao Fei and the more than 20,000 yuan they earned today, his eyes lit up, and then his expression tightened, and he hypocritically admonished: "You can get the goods, I think it has something to do with it, but I warn you, Qian Shaoxia's family is not simple, don't ask for trouble." ”

The middle-aged man gave some of the money to his subordinates, squinted his eyes and glanced at Zhao Fei and the others, hesitated for a moment without saying anything, turned around and left in a swarm.

Zhao Fei was desperately protecting Zhao Xingwu just now, his body was full of injuries, and he was also hit with a stick on his head, and blood crawled all over his face.

Jing Wenting was similar, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and when he resisted, his arm blocked a few sticks, and he couldn't lift it, I don't know if it was broken.

The worst thing was Chu Xiaodao, who was beaten so much that he vomited blood directly, and he couldn't get up when he lay on the ground.

The wooden cart was overturned, things were smashed, and the barbecue grill was smashed.

Zhao Xingwu's injury was relatively light, with tears shining in his eyes, and he helped Zhao Fei to stand up.

"I'm fine, go see the knife. ”

Chu Xiaodao has the best skills, and he doesn't know how to pretend to be a grandson, he is taken care of by a middle-aged man, and his injuries are the most serious, as if he is already unconscious.

Jing Wenting snorted painfully: "Don't look at it, send him to the hospital quickly, the bank card is in the middle of the back on the ground." ”

Zhao Xingwu picked up his waist bag and put it on his body, and went to the outside of the alley to call for a taxi.

Seeing that several people were covered in blood, the driver looked disgusted, decisively pulled down the window, and drove away quickly.

Just kidding, the car is dirty, how else can I pull guests?

Zhao Xingwu had no choice but to carry Chu Xiaodao to the wooden cart with Zhao Fei and push it to the hospital.

"Bleeding from internal organs, need immediate surgery, go to the front desk to pay first. After the doctor finished speaking, he went to prepare for the operation.

In addition to Chu Xiaodao, Jing Wenting suffered a fracture of his right arm and was sent to the orthopedic department for surgery, Zhao Fei suffered a head injury, needed several stitches, and had a slight concussion, and had to go to the neurosurgery department for treatment.

Only Zhao Xingwu, who was protected by everyone, was relatively lightly injured, only some soft tissue contusions, and some medicine was enough.

In the evening, Chu Xiaodao's operation was completed, and there was no danger to his life, but the anesthetic had not yet passed, and he did not wake up for the time being.

After Zhao Fei and the others dealt with it, they came to his ward to guard.

Jing Wenting finished the operation, his arm was bandaged, and he was silent for a long time, and finally spoke: "What now?

Zhao Xingwu clenched his small fists, his eyes were red: "When I become a bloodline martial artist, I must be good-looking in that Qian Lin!"

Zhao Fei was dizzy and wanted to vomit because of the concussion, pressed his temples, and sighed: "Let's change, wait until you recover from your injuries, and go to Jiangcheng Wuda." ”

He turned his head to Zhao Xingwu and said, "You go back and get us a set of clothes." I was a little uncomfortable, so I went back to the ward to rest first, and the knife boy woke up and called me. ”

Zhao Xingwu nodded sullenly, went back to bring the clothes, and bought dinner by the way.

At night, Chu Xiaodao woke up, saw that everyone had turned the corner, breathed a sigh of relief, and said full of self-blame: "I'm sorry for not being able to protect you." ”

Jing Wenting gently comforted: "How can I blame you for this? Don't take everything on yourself, take care of your injuries." ”

Chu Xiaodao looked at the ceiling and didn't let the tears fall: "I'm really useless, I can't help anything." ”

After coming to the city, he felt that he had become a burden, not as good as two children, he could only pestle there every day like a fool, and the only thing he could do was to go out and collect the stall and help him get something.

He wanted to go back to Zhaojiagou.

There, he lived a very strong existence, not so wasteful.

Human nature is cultivated from childhood and is deeply rooted.

Chu Xiaodao is a very good assistant, and the popular point is that he is very good at being a little brother, but he is not suitable for being alone.

When Zhao Fei first crossed over, he felt that Chu Xiaodao had changed, but now he realized that it was all an illusion.

He was just forced to live, and he had to show his teeth and claws, pretending to be fearless.

This big man, who is rude and reckless on the outside and delicate and sensitive on the inside, still lacks a little bit of natural courage, but this is Zhao Fei's familiar hair.

Zhao Fei suddenly felt a sense of intimacy in his heart, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, don't be discouraged, you can." ”

Chu Xiaodao didn't know what this could refer to, but he had a feeling of being affirmed.

He looked at Zhao Fei's eyes, as if he had found the backbone, and after a while, he asked, "What do you call me?"

Zhao Fei said with a hippie smile: "Oh, don't care about these details, after all, I have amnesia!"

Chu Xiaodao didn't scold as usual, staring at Zhao Fei motionlessly, always feeling that something was wrong.

He had a sense of familiarity, not of his own son, but of a very distant familiarity, as if inadvertently, under the bed he had flipped through the dusty diary of his childhood.