Chapter 47: He's Dead.
"Sang'er, Sang'er, how are you?" Zhao Tiantian called out to the person on the bed very anxiously.
Wen Sang slowly woke up, "I... Am I alive? Talent, how did I see you? β
"It's me, you're alive, you're okay."
As soon as he hugged the person into his arms, Zhao Tiantian burst into tears, "That little guy really saved you, it's great, it's great." β
"Is Sisi here?"
Wen Sang raised her eyes weakly and saw Sisi, she coughed excitedly, "Sisi, cough, cough, Sisi is here?" Come to my aunt's place. β
"Auntie, I'm coming!" Long Sisi threw herself to the side of the bed, looking at her with big eyes flickering, seeing that Wen Sang couldn't help but wanted to reach out and touch but had no strength.
"Sisi, thank you."
Zhao Tiantian thought of something, and knelt down again, "Sisi, little divine doctor, please save our family Yuan'er too, please." β
"What's wrong with Yuan'er?" Wen Sang was anxious.
Then she thought that she was suddenly so sick, Yuan'er must have been worried, he had always been in poor health.
"Talent, what's wrong with Yuan'er? I'm going to find Yuan'er, you can take me cough cough cough..."
She was weak as if she had been drained, Zhao Tiantian pressed her on the bed, "Don't move, the little divine doctor is here, Yuan'er will definitely be fine." β
"Sisi, please, please save Yuan'er, even if you let your aunt be a cow and a horse for you, aunt beg."
Wen Sang was out of breath crying.
Long Sisi wiped her tears with her little feet, and said crisply, "Auntie doesn't cry, Sisi will go and see Yuan'er pot now, Yuan'er pot will be fine." β
Everyone was worried about Zhao Yuan, and no one thought of Zhuang Rongrong.
She had been locked up in the dungeon for two days, with no one to bring her food to eat, let alone water, and she was hallucinating as she felt hungry.
"Anyone..."
Zhuang Rongrong slapped the wooden door of the dungeon, clanging, and the sound spread far away.
It took a long time for an impatient sound to appear outside the door.
"Knock what? Isn't it a soul shout? β
Zhuang Rongrong pulled her lips bitterly, and said in a low voice, "Can you give me a little water to drink, please, if I don't drink water, I'm going to die of thirst." β
"Huh, you want to drink water when you are so short of water? We still want to drink water, it's your turn! β
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Zhuang Rongrong was lying on the dirty ground, the resentment in her heart was getting stronger and stronger, why was Dudu so unfair to her?
At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly opened.
A shriveled little old man walked in with a slurp, "Girl, are you hungry?" β
Zhuang Rongrong, who was about to faint from hunger, hurriedly raised her head and looked at him with a very pitiful expression, like a kitten that had been thrown away.
Someone warned him not to let him kill, but he didn't say that he shouldn't play tricks on people, this dungeon is lonely and boring.
Who let her idle and shout, it's no wonder that he is.
The old man stretched out his hand to her, Zhuang Rongrong was inexplicably frightened, she shook her head and shrank in the corner, and the old man's face changed.
"Didn't you say you were hungry? I'll take you to eat, won't you go? There is roast chicken, and there is egg soup. β
Zhuang Rongrong swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, and stretched out her hand to him hopefully, "Why are you so good to me?" β
"Because I want to play with you."
The old man smiled, "You don't have to be afraid, I'm so bored, let's play a game and then go eat, okay?" β
"What game?"
"A very fun game."
The old man led her to a large vat, and Zhuang Rongrong felt a great uneasiness, and she struggled to shake off the old man's hand.
"I'm not going to eat, let go of me, let go of me!"
"I can't help you."
The old man held her and stuffed her into the bucket with force, and under Zhuang Rongrong's struggle, he ruthlessly closed the lid.
clapped his hands as if watching a play, "Female doll, here are the rats I caught this month, they are all hungry, if you can beat them, I will definitely serve you with good food and drink, hahahaha." β
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When Zhao Tiantian led people to Zhao Yuan's courtyard, the maid knelt in the courtyard, crying and crying, he was shocked, and he went in in a panic to take a look, and suddenly fell to the ground.
"What's going on?"
You Rong was about to go inside, but Lan'er, the maid who took the first step, hurriedly pushed her out, "Madam, you can't enter, it's unlucky." β
"Could it be..."
Lan'er sighed and nodded.
Zhao Tiantian shouted in collapse and despair from inside the room, "Sonββ! β
Qin's heart was not a taste for Sisi.
They were late, and if they had been one step earlier, they might have been able to save the child, but he was so young.
Long Sisi didn't understand, and wanted to go in to see it, but was held down by Xie Yi, and said in a deep tone, "Don't go in, he's dead, and I don't need you anymore." β
Dead?
Long Sisi pursed her lips, feeling very uncomfortable, "Five pots, Sisi's heart is uncomfortable." β
"What's going on?"
Xie Yan squatted down, the little guy rubbed his heart, and his mouth was pouted as if he would cry out in the next second.
"Sisi doesn't want Yuan'er's pot to die."
"Life in the world, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal." Xie Yan rubbed her head.
But she didn't want Yuan'er to die, and Aunt Yuan'er must be very sad and sad when she died.
"Little Miracle Doctor!" Zhao Tiantian suddenly fell to his knees violently, his eyes swollen like copper bells.
"I beg you, little miracle doctor, please, you think of a way, you save my Yuan'er, save my child!"
Long Sisi tugged at the hem of Xie Yan's clothes, "Five pots, let's try it, in case we can save Yuan'er pot." β
Sister Guanyin's things are very powerful, maybe she can bring the dead back to life.
Zhao Tiantian kowtowed even more violently when he heard this, "Please, please!" β
Xie was moved, "Are you afraid?" β
Long Sisi shook his head, "Don't be afraid!" β
She'd seen the ghosts of the underworld, and the demons with long tongues, and she'd dragged them to play with them.
Xie Yan carried her in, and did not approach the bed, but placed her on a stool in the distance.
"You give me something, I'll go."
"Now."
A white porcelain bottle was stuffed into his hand, and Xie Yan walked over with something, and no one saw his slightly trembling legs.
It's just a five-year-old child.
Xie Yan also sympathized with this Yuan'er very much, and when he saw his pale and bloodless face, he felt even more uncomfortable.
He died at such a young age.
When Xie Yan was afraid and carefully poured the Lingquan Jade Dew into Zhao Yuan's mouth, Long Sisi suddenly stood up.
She rubbed her eyes and looked at the air in disbelief, and the soul of Yuan'er's pot ran away.
No, you can't let the soul of Yuan'er pot run away, and if the soul runs away, he will never be able to live again.
Long Sisi ran over with his calves, grabbed the soul's feet, and roared in a fierce little milk voice.
"Don't run, get back to this princess!"
The soul trembled, as if he didn't expect someone to catch him, he turned his face, and Long Sisi was stunned.
Roar? How could it be him!