Chapter 243: Portrait
"So, do you have to go back?" Wushan said to Qiushui with a frown. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
"Yes, there are many others waiting for me to save their lives. Qiushui nodded. From time to time, people with shovels passed them to clean up the wreckage of yesterday's battle. After experiencing this turmoil, the faces of the clansmen were shrouded in a haze, although the snow demon had been removed, but their always beloved patriarch also passed away together. In fact, deep down, people prefer to believe that these are two unrelated things. In the sacrificial hall, the spiritual seats of Huang Xuan and the old patriarch were placed at this moment, and Uncle Xiang, who was unfortunately killed, was also buried in a beautiful manner.
"By the way, Xiaodi has woken up, do you want to go and say hello?" As if remembering something, Wu Shan suddenly said.
Xiao Di was lying on the bed at the moment, looking out the window in a daze. At this time, a familiar voice sounded in my ears: "What are you looking at, so distracted." ā
"Brother Qiushui, I thought you were gone!" Xiaodi turned his head and saw Qiushui, and immediately lifted the quilt and hugged him. You can see tears flickering in the corners of her eyes.
"Okay, it's okay. Qiushui patted her gently on the back and said in a comforting tone.
"Brother Wushan told me that you saved me from the hands of the snow demon, right?" Xiao Di took a few steps back and looked at Qiushui with a pair of big eyes. Seeing Qiushui smile and acquiesce, she actually put her head up, and then pecked lightly on Qiushui's face.
"You are really my protector!" Xiao Di said with a grin, looking at the flushed autumn water.
"Okay, it's time for my brother to go, and in the days to come, you have to protect yourself and don't let others bully you. Qiushui touched Xiaodi's head, and then in her reluctant eyes, she turned around and walked out. At this time, he glanced at it and happened to see a portrait on the wall, and suddenly the whole person was stunned. He had been to Xiao Di's room a few times before, but he was in too much of a hurry and didn't notice the portrait.
"This is Sister Morin, it's beautiful, isn't it?" Xiao Di said with a smile as he looked at the portrait with a smile.
"It's too similar......" Qiushui muttered. The woman in the painting gradually coincided with the Snow Maiden in his mind. Whether it is facial features, eyes, or temperament, they are highly consistent, if you insist on saying that there is any difference between the two, it is that the corners of the woman's mouth are slightly raised in the painting, and she has black hair. And the Snow Maiden did not smile all day long, and gave birth to white hair.
"Can you tell me about this snow ...... Sister Morin?" Qiushui turned around and returned to Xiao Di's bedside again. Seeing Qiushui's serious face, Xiao Di nodded.
"Five years ago, when I was four years old, there was a very big snowstorm in the Dolma Mountains, and that snowstorm lasted for a long time, and it was at that time that my parents ......" At this point, Xiaodi's voice suddenly lowered. Qiushui patted her on the back, but thought in her heart that what Xiao Di and Uncle Xiang said should be the same snowstorm. And it was after that time that Eno inexplicably appeared among the Xin'an clan.
After stabilizing his mood, Xiao Di continued: "That time, we found a cave and hid in it, hoping to survive until the snowstorm passed. But when we came to the cave, we found that there were already people inside. ā
"Is this Sister Morin?" Qiushui thought for a moment, and then asked Xiaodi. I saw Xiao Di rolling his eyes, thinking about it there, and then nodded.
"At that time, I was still young, and I can't remember many things, except that the patriarch asked Sister Morin a lot of questions, but they didn't seem to ask anything. When the blizzard finally passed, Sister Morin returned to the clan with us, and she took good care of me, so the two of us played together a lot. ā
"And what happened later?" Qiushui asked anxiously.
"Three years ago, she suddenly disappeared and didn't say hello to anyone. Sister Morin is very good, and the people in our clan like her very much, so they all went out and searched all the neighborhoods within a hundred miles, but they still didn't find Sister Morin, and they gave up after a long time. Without Sister Morin's care, I was very unaccustomed to it, noisy and noisy, so Uncle Xiang gave me this portrait and hung her on the wall, so that I could sleep peacefully at night. ā
After listening to Xiaodi's introduction, Qiushui nodded, but the doubts in his heart did not decrease but increased. He thought for a while, and then asked Xiaodi: "Is it possible, when Uncle Xiang made this painting, because of the deviation in his impression, the appearance of the painting was different?"
"No, this painting was actually painted by Uncle Xiang before Sister Mo Lin left, and I originally wanted to give it to her as a gift. And as far as I can see, the painting looks exactly like Sister Morin!" Little Di immediately retorted.
"What happened to the blizzard ..... five years ago, if this person is really a snow girl, what is the purpose of her changing her identity and joining the Rain Country Guard?" Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and asked Xiao Di: "By the way, does this Sister Morin have any obvious characteristics that can be recognized at a glance?"
Xiao Di pouted, thought there for a while, then blushed, and quietly leaned into Qiushui's ear and said something.
In Rende Hall, Haodong was pacing back and forth, with an anxious look on his face. I saw patients lying all around, some of whom had ulcerated all over their bodies, and were only relying on medicine to sustain their last breath. Chen Huichun, on the other hand, kept shuttling between patients and providing them with emergency treatment. In the past few weeks, the number of sick people in the rain city has reached nearly 1,000, and here are only some of the more serious ones, while many more are staying at home, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the antidote.
"Alas, I have done my best, and now a day late in the autumn will kill dozens of people. Chen Huichun came to Haodong's eyes and sighed mournfully. Just a few days ago, Zhu Jue and Yun Ze had returned to Rain City with Qilin blood, and now everything is ready, just a little bit of Saint Snow Lotus, there is hope that this disease will be cured. In the past few days, Emperor Yu has also come to visit many times, and every time she comes, she will bring some panacea to renew the life of seriously injured patients. Despite this, due to the large number of sick people, even if all the pills in the alchemy room were taken, it might not be enough. Besides, this can only cure the symptoms, not the root cause, and if you want to completely cure this disease, you have to rely on the three flavors of medicinal materials.
At this time, I saw a guard hurriedly running in from outside. Haodong held back his anger and was worried that he had nowhere to go, and immediately reprimanded angrily: "Didn't I say that no one is allowed to enter here without my order?
"Yes, I'm sorry......" The guard took a breath before continuing, "There is a man in the sky, riding a winged wolf, approaching here, please instruct!"
Haodong's face changed, and he said excitedly: "It's Qiushui back!"