"What did Qiao Sheng eat today?"

"Uncle Fang," Zhou Dong suddenly raised his head, "Uncle has been acupuncture and moxibustion today, and he has also used medicine. ”

He told me everything about the situation at today's medical competition, and also said what kind of medicine he used, thanks to which he wrote down those medicines.

"What?" Uncle Fang was shocked and helpless when he heard this, he was old and had difficulty moving, so he didn't go to watch the game. I didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"Uncle Fang?" There were no tears in Zhou Dong's eyes, only blood red, he wanted to know the truth.

Fang Bo looked at Zhou Dong's eyes, but hesitated when the words came to his mouth. He watched this child grow up, and he couldn't be clearer about his temperament. Filial piety, stubbornness, kindness, if you tell him the truth, is it good or bad for him?

Zhou Dong looked at Uncle Fang's expression and had already guessed probably: "Uncle Fang, you don't have to worry, my aunt is still here, I have to take care of her for my uncle." ”

Fang Bo nodded: "Qiao Sheng's meridians are disordered, and his blood and qi are retrograde, because the blood-invigorating medicine is too heavy, and after acupuncture, the acupoints are greatly opened, and the blood travels ......too fast."

Hearing Uncle Fang's answer, Zhou Dong's eyes turned red again. He knew that the problem was with today's treatment. He kowtowed to Uncle Fang, and then took all the money in his purse to Uncle Fang: "Uncle Fang, this is the medicine money just now." ”

Uncle Fang didn't want to accept it, but when he saw the child's firm eyes, he nodded and accepted it. He explained a few words, and then left first to help Zhang Luoren, who always needed people to do the aftermath.

"Auntie, I'll go fetch water and clean it for my uncle." Zhou Dong whispered, and then went out with a basin and towel, but Aunt Qiao still looked stunned and did not respond.

Zhou Dong walked to the well, threw the wooden bucket down, and fell into the well with a "bang" sound, just like six years ago, he mischievously threw the bucket into the well, making the same echo.

He was only four years old at the time, and he had just been picked up by his uncle. Because he is mute and he is an orphan, he is always ridiculed and bullied by his friends. After another fight with his friends that day, he deliberately threw the bucket into the well in a fit of anger and hid in order to scare his uncle.

His uncle couldn't find him, and he couldn't speak, so he could only bury his head in searching, and later found his shoes and buckets by the well.

He doesn't remember the grievances and anger at that time, he only remembers that day, the figure that went down without a trace of hesitation. It was that leap that finally regarded him as his father in his little heart. Because he couldn't speak, it took a lot of effort to get him up. After being rescued, his lips were frozen purple, and people trembled involuntarily.

But even so, he smiled when he saw him standing in front of him with his red eyes and his head bowed. He understood his smile, it was "it's okay".

He tried to call his father, but he refused. He said that he was not worthy, and that if there were good people, let him follow them. However, he has already regarded him as a father and Aunt Qiao as a mother, how can he be willing to leave. How can he give up!

"Ahh He bit the corner of his mouth to keep himself from crying, but the heartache was so great that he couldn't even bite his lip.

"Uncle...... It's me, it's me......" He blamed himself again and again, and slammed his fist into the edge of the well. If it weren't for him, my uncle wouldn't have wanted to be treated. If he didn't go for treatment, he would still be fine and smile at himself kindly every day. Touching his head and making an "ahh

"Ah......h

"A-Dong!" In a trance, he seemed to hear his uncle calling his name again, a little shy, and a little expectant. He is looking forward to the day when the family can finally talk in the future, and looks forward to him finally not being bullied.

"Dad......" Zhou Dong was tired of crying, leaned against the well and whispered, "You're gone, I'm without my father, and they're going to bully me again......"

"Our Adong has grown up!" He seemed to see the words in his uncle's eyes when he first made money and helped his uncle and aunt buy shoes.

"Dad, when I grow up, I will protect myself and my aunt!" Zhou Dong stood up with his feet propped up on the ground, fetched water to wash away the flesh and blood mixed with mud and sand on his hands, and then washed his face. He still has an aunt to take care of, and he can't let his uncle go uneasy.

He walked into the house with a basin, "Auntie......"

"Bang-" The basin fell, spilling water all over the room, mixed with blood from all over the house.

On the ground, Aunt Qiao's body was still sitting on the ground, her head hanging down on Uncle Qiao's chest. On her chest, the black scissors reflected red blood, cutting off her life and all Zhou Dong's hopes.

"Ahh

This night, Zhou Dong knelt on the ground alone with a towel, helped Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao scrub it off little by little, and then talked to them all night.

As the sky grew brighter, he picked up the black scissors and stabbed them hard in the palm of his hand. The scissors pierced through the palm of his hand, but he didn't shed another tear. All the pain and hatred turned into blood and water, and fell down on Uncle Qiao and Aunt Qiao.

"Father, mother, the child will come back!" Zhou Dong pulled out the scissors and turned to leave, leaving only a fire and his blood oath behind.

When Fang Bo brought people over, the Silk Inn had already burned the sky overhead. The guards of Dongzhou City quickly arrived and cut off the burning materials around the inn in time, but they did not spend any effort to save the fire that could not be extinguished. After all, this fire only burned two people and burned down a home.

And Qianmo and Qian Scarlet Moon, which were hidden in Dongling Mountain, were also surrounded by fire at this time. It's just that no matter how fierce the fire is, it just keeps Qianmo from being frozen. Because of the blood crystal, he hadn't been poisoned by the cold for seven years. But as soon as the blood crystal broke, the outbreak of cold poison exceeded their expectations.

Tens of thousands of ice cubes in flesh, bones, and veins grew and elongated little by little, and even Qian Mo, who didn't snort when he was crushed all over his body, fainted in pain.

Qian Feiyue didn't know about the drastic changes that had taken place in Zhou Dong's family in the city, she felt a deep uneasiness at the moment, the extent of Qianmo's cold poison attack was too strong, and the blood crystal seemed to help him suppress the toxicity and delay the attack, but there was no sign of detoxification at all.

She kept communicating with Xiaohuo in her consciousness, and she wanted to know if Xiaohuo could cure him. This time Xiaohuo woke up, not to mention the size of the circle, and even the flames released made her feel higher heat. She thought that Xiaohuo could surprise her, but Xiaohuo did not respond.

Just when she was worried about Qianmo's cold poison, Xiaohuo sent an urgent message: "Go down!" ”