Seeing that a bottle of liquid medicine was drunk by the little milk tiger like that, and watching the little milk tiger stretch out his tongue and lick the corners of his mouth, the hair on his whole body seemed to become more and more supple and shiny, and they couldn't help but feel envious.

Sometimes, people are really not as good as little pet beasts, and this treatment is really not comparable to ordinary people.

They rested in the forest for one night, and continued to walk down the next day, along the way, Mr. Lu wanted to pester Feng Jiu to ask about his master, and Mr. Lu told him a lot of things here.

Two days later

In the evening of this day, the Lu family lit a fire and rested, Master Lu and Feng Jiu sat by the fire, and after handing the barbecue to Feng Jiu, Master Lu smiled and said: "I will be able to go to the city at noon tomorrow, I have been here for so long, and I can finally rest well when I return to the city." ”

"Well, I've been eating barbecue for the past few days, and I don't have much appetite for barbecue now, and when we get to the city tomorrow, we'll find a better restaurant to have a good meal." Before she could do it, she laughed again: "I'm going to treat you to a big meal!" ”

"Hehehe, in that case, then we're welcome." Master Lu didn't shirk either, laughed with him, and didn't rest against the big tree until late at night.

However, this night, Feng Jiu, who was resting with the little white tiger in his arms, heard the sound of coughing, followed by the panting of breathlessness, as well as Lu Lao's anxious voice and Lu Jiming's exclamation.

She opened her eyes and saw that the people of the Lu family were all surrounding the big tree where Master Lu was resting, and their faces were full of worry and anxiety, so she put the little white tiger down and walked forward by herself.

"Master, master, medicine, swallow the medicine quickly." Lu Lao's anxious voice carried a hint of panic, and his hand trembled slightly and poured the medicine for him to take.

"Father, how are you, father? Father, don't scare me......" Lu Jiming said in a trembling voice, while gently smoothing his back, trying to help him smooth out.

Feng Jiu took a look, and saw that Master Lu was sweating on his face, his face was pale and he looked like he was prostration, his hands were tightly clutching the placket of his chest, and the expression on his face was painful, he seemed to be out of breath in pain, his whole person was tense, and then he passed out.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu hurriedly shouted to them: "Quickly put him flat!" ”

Seeing that it was Feng Jiu, Lu Lao was busy listening to his words and flattening the person, the white-haired old man looked helpless and flustered at this time: "Little Brother Feng, what should I do?" What to do? My lord's illness this time is more serious than the previous times, what can I do? ”

"Father, father!"

Lu Jiming shouted in a trembling voice, looking at his father, who was motionless as if he didn't even breathe, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and the whole person fell to the ground in fright, muttering in distraction: "Father, father is out of breath......"

"What!"

Lu Lao was startled, stepped forward to probe, and immediately panicked: "How could it be, how could this be?" How could it be ......"

Feng Jiu was stunned when he saw them, so he even squeezed forward and knelt beside Lu Lao, pressed his hands crossover on his chest to give him first aid, and commanded: "Brother Lu, come over and blow into your father's mouth!" ”

"W-What?"

Lu Jiming stayed there, unable to understand Feng Jiu's words and what he meant. When people are dead, why do you blow into his mouth? What does he want to do?

"Hurry! Do you really want your father to die? If you don't do what I say, your father will really be hopeless! ”