Looking at the little Lori with rain who was crying with pear blossoms holding her father's corpse, inexplicably, Su Luo felt related for a while.

"Alas!"

With a sigh coming out of his mouth, Su Luo took a step forward and walked into the small courtyard.

Stepping into the small courtyard means that he is ready to be in the middle of the incident.

Originally, Xiao Dugu made a move, and it would not be difficult to clean up more than a dozen second- and third-rate masters of the Ming Sect, and even the first-rate masters who took the lead, so he had no intention of intervening.

It's just that, looking at the pear blossoms crying with rain in little Lori, he inexplicably remembered the past.

That year, he was only four years old, and his mother was lying in a hospital bed, pale and weak.

looked at himself who was ignorant, and raised his head with great effort, looking at his father with indelible sadness in his eyes.

The mother smiled forcefully, raised her right hand with the tube that had no effect, and rubbed her own head, which was not sensible at the time, but was just full of curiosity, standing in front of the hospital bed and looking at the mother.

"I'm sorry for you, later."

In my memory, it was the last words my mother left in this world.

The last smiling face left by the mother in the memory, there is no fear of facing death, no pain of being tormented by illness, and no regret of life.

I can only wish my husband and children for the future, and I apologize for not being able to continue with my husband and not being able to watch my children grow up by my side year after year.

I remember that after the age of four, every year when winter came, my father would put on a new sweater for himself.

When I was young, I still liked it very much, but as I grew older, the sweaters I wore on my body became more and more old-fashioned and became more and more out of fashion.

Subconsciously, he was a little resistant to the 'new' sweater.

I also thought about refusing my father's kindness, but when I thought of that year, after secretly seeing my father dig out a 'new' sweater that was one size bigger than last year from the cabinet, tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of his eyes, that kind of disgust, he didn't mention it to his father after all.

Later, when I grew up, I became sensible and understood a lot of truths.

Come to think of it, when I know that my life is short, when I think that I can't watch my children grow up year after year in the future, endure the grief and reluctance in my heart, and rely on my own imagination, from the age of four to the age of eighteen, day and night in the last time of her life, the mother who left fifteen last gifts for her children in the last time of her life, before leaving the world she loves, should be more sorry for herself, right?

It's just that at that time, how little did I do?

At that time, I watched my mother's hand hang down weakly, watched the smile on my mother's face gradually solidify, and watched my father's big hand cover my eyes, not allowing myself to see the next picture.

At that time, I didn't have sadness, I didn't feel sad, I just had a curiosity in my heart.

"Where's Mommy? Will Mom come back? ”

At the funeral, following my father's side, looking at the urn with a black and white photo of my mother in my father's hand, did the question asked by my young and ignorant self also hurt my father's heart?

If, when my mother left, I could be more sensible and show more reluctance, would I make my mother happier? Think her son cares about her?

If, at that time, I threw myself by my mother's side and cried because I was reluctant and helpless, could my mother still be so relieved to leave? Leave everything that follows to your once beloved husband, believing that the man you loved with the first half of your life can take care of another man you didn't have time to love with the rest of your life?

He didn't know.

If I hadn't asked like that, if I had felt helpless and heart-rending pain like my father.

At that time, will he be able to share some of the pain in his father's heart?

He didn't know.

It's just that he knows that when he sees the helpless child in front of him who can only cry with the body of his loved one who has just been lost, his heart twitches fiercely.

"Alas!"

With memories, walking to Xiao Lori's side step by step, Su Luo leaned down and pressed his big hand on Xiao Lori's head.

"Next, leave it to me to try, okay?"

Raising his head, Huang Shang met a pair of sincere and encouraging eyes.

I don't know where the courage came from, she raised her slender little hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded vigorously despite the blood on her face.

At that moment, she saw the man squatting in front of her, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and a smile rose on his face.

At that moment, she noticed the flash in the man's eyes that she had never understood in her life.

Then the man lifted her up, handed her into the hands of the boys who had come with him, and told them to retreat to the door.

Then, the man held his father's body, laid him flat, and lay on his back on the ground.

Looking at the wound on her father's chest, which was still spilling blood, she covered her mouth angrily, for fear that she would make a sound.

She remembered the man's explanation before giving himself to the boy who had come with him - next, no matter what happened, don't make any noise.

Looking at the 'corpse' that was laid flat on the ground, Su Luo knew that this man was really dead.

It's just that, for some reason, when he knew that he couldn't do it, he threw away his usual reason and chose to try hard.

Perhaps, it is because of the little face of the pear blossom with rain that I feel compassion, or perhaps, it is the memories of the past that arouse the resonance in my heart.

He didn't know, but he chose to follow his instincts.

Leaning down, a golden pill the size of a soybean grain appeared in Su Luo's hand, put it in the man's mouth, and then clicked on the 'cheek car acupoint' on his cheek, the 'Lianquan acupoint' in his throat, and the 'trembling acupoint' on his chest.

With Su Luo's movements, the Jin Dan rolled into the man's stomach and began to dissolve under the stimulation of Su Luo's pseudo Jin Dan True Yuan.

When the power of Jin Dan was exhausted, Su Luo got up, flicked his right hand, and a peachwood sword was grabbed by him.

The golden pill he fed the man just now is one of the most famous 'elixirs' of the Heavenly Master Dao, called the Innate Creation Pill, which is known as having the effect of reviving the dead.

Of course, the so-called resurrection of the dead is just an exaggeration, it just shows that its healing effect is good enough, not to mention the living dead, flesh and bones, at least it can hang the last breath and let the fatal wound heal quickly.

And relying on a single pill of gold pill is obviously impossible to save a person who can already be judged dead in science.

Simply, in the Great Song Dynasty Imperial Palace, thousands of Taoist collections were included, and while obtaining some Taoist cultivation theories and pills, his database also included some existences that could be called spells.

And the man in front of him, although he has died, is because he has practiced internal skills and has the profound skills of first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

Even though most of his body was dead, the remaining true qi protected the last trace of his heart, giving him a chance to save people.