Gu Qingyan half-squatted down and pulled his clothes beside the black ash.

She had seen this dress, it was a coarse cloth dress only owned by the Gu family, and there was a small 'Gu' word embroidered on the inside of the clothes.

"Son, looks like we're going to have to go home." She patted the dust off her hands and looked back at Gu Tingmo with a light eyebrow.

Gu Tingmo stared at her in a daze and didn't speak.

She thought he was frightened: "This thing is weak, you can't hurt you with a mother." ”

It's just an ordinary ghost, and there's nothing to be afraid of.

Gu Tingmo's lips moved, and his little hand was slowly raised and pointed at the back of her head: "Blood.... It's still bleeding...."

With this reminder, Gu Qingyan touched the back of his head again, and touched the warm blood on his hand.

"Oops, my head!" She was so anxious that she covered her head with her hands and walked out of the courtyard: "I have to find a doctor, the devil will follow quickly." ”

After saying that, she took the lead in running out.

Gu Tingmo stood in place, did not move, looked at the door fixedly, and pursed his lips.

"Hurry up, if you don't hurry up, your mother's blood will run dry!" Seeing that he didn't keep up, Gu Qingyan quickly turned back and roared.

This time, Gu Tingmo finally took small steps and slowly followed.

Long after they had gone, the dilapidated courtyard was surrounded by water, and a man in a dark green robe stepped into it, his beautiful eyes looking at the stable and the bright red blood on the ground.

He half-squatted down, his slender fingers dipped the blood that had already dried up on the ground, and his eyebrows frowned: "Let's go." ”

It's late.

……

Fortunately, Gu Qingyan was able to find a few taels of silver from his body to see the doctor.

Originally, the doctor bandaged her, but she picked up the sand cloth and wrapped it around her head again and again, making it look like she was seriously ill, and wrapped it so slippery that even her black hair was covered in it.

Gu Tingmo pursed his thin lips and did not speak.

Dark eyes stared at her mummy head unblinkingly.

The doctor said that although there was a lot of blood, it would be fine if the bleeding stopped.

But she .....

Well, really seriously ill, not physically, but mentally.

Gu Qingyan moved the only braised egg in the bowl to Gu Tingmo's bowl, and his face hurt: "I hurt you for my mother, eat quickly, don't do bad things in the future, listen to my mother's words, little devil." ”

He didn't move, let alone move his chopsticks to stare at her, still cold and wary of her.

Gu Qingyan took two bites, and seeing that he didn't move, he put down the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the bowl in front of him and moved it in front of him: "Starve you little devil, forget it, lest you settle accounts with me in the future!" ”

"......" Gu Tingmo.

He looked outside, and there was a crowd of people on the street, all riding sweaty and bloody horses, wearing swords.

Gu Tingmo's gaze was fixed on the person riding on a horse with red eyebrows in the front of him, and he must have stared at him uncertainly, and his little eyebrows frowned more and more.

"Little devil, how can you hate me if you don't eat and starve! Eat quickly, eat enough and have the strength, and only then will you have the ability to kill me in the future, and you won't grow up if you don't eat. Gu Qingyan handed the noodles to him again, and his tone was vicious.

Seeing that he didn't react, I followed his line of sight.

I saw that man, dressed in a pure dark green robe, looked extraordinarily stunning, with delicate facial features, and his eyes were also extraordinarily cold, revealing the light of death that could freeze people to death.

"Look at it, he's not your father, you only have a mother, no father!" Gu Qingyan forcibly pulled back Tingmo's gaze.

The man on the white horse turned around and saw a mother and son, dressed like beggars, bowing their heads and eating noodles in front of the dilapidated noodle stall.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong?"

Di Feiyuan retracted his gaze and shook his head lightly: "It's okay, let's go." ”