It feels very bad to be targeted, I don't know why Wendonna and they are entangled in this matter, they are just a passerby, they are already very low-key, but they still don't let go of themselves, do they really want to force themselves to leave early?

The rain is still falling, it has been raining all night, and there is no sign of stopping, so it seems that today's selection will not be held as scheduled.

The air in the rain is very fresh, and the air is not polluted on the grassland, and the air looks at the fragrance of grass. Without the noise of Chenxu, the whistle, or the noisy shouting, only the sound of the war horses chewing in the trough, all seemed so calm and serene.

It feels like returning to a mountain village, the same green, the same air, making every pore stretch.

The raindrops hit the stable, gathered into a silver-white silk thread and fell, forming a huge rain curtain hanging at the door of the stable, out of the stable, took a deep breath of fresh air, and exhaled the turbid gas in the body.

"How is Zhuoma?" Lu Ziming hesitated, feeling that he and Zhuoma were too close, which caused Wen Donna to cause a misunderstanding, last night's incident may be both a temptation and a warning, "Let's take a look first."

He walked around the camp and found that he seemed to have nothing to do, and on a rainy day, the people in the camp were hiding in their tents and didn't know what to do.

Unconsciously, I walked to the middle of the camp, and suddenly thought, why should I be cautious? The more this happens, the more suspicious it becomes, why don't you do whatever you want, go your own way, and let others talk about it.

"Did I remember misrenownly", standing by a pile of charred ruins, he felt as if he was sleepwalking, everything became unreal, yesterday's tent was gone, and only a pile of ruins remained. It was like this last night, and it's like this now, could it be that I remembered it wrong, and I won't see the hell.

He grabbed a child who was fetching water, pointed to the ruins, and said, "Didn't there be a tent here yesterday, why is it gone?"

The child blinked at the person in front of him, as if observing the legendary alien, and muttered a bunch of words that he did not understand, making exaggerated gestures, as if he was in a hurry to tell him something, apparently in vain.

"No matter, find someone to ask?"

The poorer the more generous, the richer the more stingy, this sentence is not entirely wrong, only if you have money, you are afraid that others will steal, and thieves who have no tile at home are not willing to come. Lu Ziming poked his head into a tent, and immediately attracted a burst of chickens and dogs to jump over the wall, for fear that the male owner who recruited the thief would rush out with a knife and prepare to fight with Lu Ziming in the exclamation of his wife.

"Stop, I'm passing," he said, in order to show his innocence, he raised his hand and surrendered to the man.

"You're Han!"

Why does every Mongolian say this when he sees himself, doesn't he say that the fifty-six nationalities are one family? Why don't they feel at home?

In order to show respect for the master, and at the same time a transfer of his reckless behavior, he actually shook hands with the male host and said: "Yes, I just want to ask, how did the tent next to you become ruins, I came here yesterday, did I move again."

He knew that herders liked to move around, but the speed was still a bit fast, and it was difficult to accept it for a while.

"You mean the family that just moved in yesterday, hey!" said the man with a strange expression: "It was struck by lightning!"

The man's thinking was too jumpy, and he obviously didn't keep up, "What was struck by lightning!"

"I don't know if it has provoked Changshengtian to be angry, isn't it good to stay in the back camp? No, I was struck by lightning...... ”

What kind of mess, there are only a few people in the world who are struck by lightning in a year, how can there be such a coincidence?" "Uncle, what the hell is going on, where is their family now?"

The male owner is obviously very excited, it is difficult to know whether he is scared or excited, after talking for a long time, Lu Ziming only understood a little, and the specific things The male owner is not clear, in short, he is very disdainful of the fact that Zhuoma hen has become a phoenix, thinking that the fart people should have the consciousness of the fart people, and should not be squeezed into the upper class, this is not an accident?

Although I couldn't figure out what the man was thinking, the matter was clear, Dolma's family was in trouble, and Windona took Dolma's family away.

Next, Lu Ziming found that his situation became embarrassing, and he finally cultivated a Zhuoma, and in a blink of an eye, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. What's even worse is that the relationship between himself and Wen Donna is still entangled. The more he didn't want to have anything to do with Windona, the more things came to him, what should he do?

I'm going to find Dolma? I'm sure I'll meet with Windona and them, it's too late to hide now, isn't this sending it to the door myself?

Lu Ziming gritted his teeth: "No matter what, let's go see Zhuoma first, how can I say that the two of them are also Anda, and they can't be ruthless."

Their shelter was not hard to find, not far from the Taiji Tent, and there were four tents connected together, and there were not many such tents in the camp.

Lu Ziming found that his appearance seemed to be expected by them, and without even asking, he was directly taken into a small tent, and there were two people in it, one was Zhuoma's mother, and the other was Zhuoma, who was still in a coma.

Looking at Dolma, who was a little blackened on the ground, he asked a question that was not a problem: "How is he now".

"Won't you see for yourself?"

I'm not a doctor, can I see it? I don't seem to be dead, don't think about it, if I did, I wouldn't be here. Touching Zhuoma's forehead, it was a little hot, and there was breathing, but it was very weak, there was a heartbeat, a pulse, at least the life characteristics that should be there were still there, which Lu Ziming could be sure of.

But what can be done? Now this way is completely laissez-faire, there is no doctor, no potion, and I don't even know if I can at least survive, which is similar to being a human body, a little cruel, but helpless.

In this case, Lu Ziming often saw it in Yangjiaji, obviously the wounded's legs could still be saved, but no one had any way, and in the end it turned out to be a pig killer who sawed the wounded's legs, this is the end of the world, the cruel reality.

"You don't want to say something?"

"Damn! What can she say at this time, is her brain flooded", Lu Ziming looked up at Wen Dona standing beside him, this woman looked at herself condescendingly, did she want to put pressure on herself?

"Don't you have medicine, you don't have a doctor, he's a capable man, and that's how you treat him. Don't you herdsmen say that you are kind, straightforward, and kind all day? Why don't I see it at all now?" he said unceremoniously.