"Do as I say, quick!" The little boy frowned, too, in a commanding tone.

I can't help it!

The grey bodyguard bit his teeth and glared at the people around him.

"Didn't you hear him? Come on

The guards went to the steamer to look for firewood and started to make a fire.

Soon, the room was steaming hot, stove and firewood, and the heat made everyone sweat.

The little boy's white face is also full of sweat, he drank water, while staring at the man on the steamer.

"There's not enough fire. Add more wood."

"There's less water. Add more water."

The grey bodyguards and the bodyguards all have a stiff face, like a walking corpse, meticulously carrying out the orders of the little boy.

Now the dead horse is the living horse doctor.

Maybe this little kid can really save their master?

But people also know that this hope is too small.

But they are like holding on to the last straw, and will not let go of this last glimmer of hope.

"The master's face seems to turn red."

"It seems to be getting more and more popular."

"Eh, can this method really save the master?"

As soon as the bodyguards who burn fire and add firewood look up, they send out the man's gray face and begin to turn red. Although they are still shivering, sweat is on their forehead, and they are all happy.

The grey bodyguard had already discovered the change of the master, and his vague hope had expanded countless times.

"Keep on burning. The more you burn, the better." The little boy's crisp childish voice called again.

Now all people regard the voice as sacred.

The guards do what he says.

"Give me a glass of cold water, the cooler the better." Said the little boy.

A bodyguard immediately ran out and quickly got a large glass of cold water. Then he handed it to the little boy with both hands respectfully. He opened his eyes to see what he would do next.

The little boy took it, gulped it dry and wiped his mouth.

"I'm so thirsty."

The guards were stunned.

It turns out that the little devil wants to drink cold water for himself. They thought it was to save the master.

"What are you all staring at me for? Get to work!" The little boy glared at the round eyes.

In addition to the appearance of cute, or lovely.

But the guards soon turned their attention to the master.

At this time, the man's face has become more and more red, breathing has become strong and strong, sweat on his head, no longer shivering.

It seems that the cold poison is finally over.

All the bodyguards were in a good mood and had a faint smile on their faces.

"Well, he should be all right. You can take a bath, change into dry clothes, and let him have a good sleep, and wait for him to wake up."

The little boy puffed out two mouthfuls of hot air and opened his hand to the grey bodyguard.

The grey bodyguard was stunned and didn't understand his meaning.

"Hold."

The guards couldn't help laughing.

It's such a lazy little thing.

The grey bodyguard was grateful in his heart. Although he had no experience of holding the child, he still stretched out his arm and held the little boy stiff.

The little boy twisted uneasily.

"Well, you go down there." He held out his little fat hand and pointed to a bodyguard.

The guard was stunned and looked at his feet.

"Down, down? There's nothing down there? "

Let yourself go downstairs?

He ran down and then came up again.

The little boy saw him come back empty handed and frowned: "where's my face?"

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