Chapter 11

"Ah Yao, come back! Run! " Pei Shuo's eyes were cracked and shouted loudly.

It seemed that a voice called her name from a distance. A mysterious force pulled her. In the blink of an eye, she saw an enlarged ugly face.

In her anger, she raised her head and hit the middle-aged monk's forehead. She rolled aside and got up quickly. She picked up the stool and hit him.

The middle-aged monk was unprepared. Leng buting was hit by a Yao who tried his best. His forehead ached. He didn't get back. It was his turn to greet the stool.

"Ouch, ouch." He was beaten and only had time to protect his head.

"Asking you to eat my mother's tofu will make you have an evil heart and don't get angry. When I'm a sick cat!" A Yao smashed a few times. After venting her evil anger, she put down her stool and couldn't lift it up again.

She forgot that at this time, she was no longer a small white-collar worker in the 21st century, but a malnourished yellow haired girl of six or seven years old. After exerting herself, she suddenly felt that her body was hollowed out.

My heart clicked.

This is not a good phenomenon. She dropped the stool, took out the gauze scissors and untied Pei Shuo. She expected Pei Shuo to take her out of trouble.

The rope was thick and tied with a knot. The cutting was straightforward. However, her yarn scissors were used to cut silk thread. It was too difficult to deal with the hemp rope. After a long time, she finally cut a small strand of thread and opened a hole.

The middle-aged monk stood up shakily, his eyes showing his murderous intention, and picked up the stool.

Do you pay him back in his own way?

Pei Shuo's heart tightened and whispered, "the smelly monk will be bad for you!"

"Click." The hemp rope was cut off, and a Yao also heard his words. He was confused and his eyes were not flexible.

If Pei Shuo lived in modern times, he would be welcome:

Fucking staff!

She didn't understand what was going on, and she wouldn't have a chance to let her understand what was going on. Her head was suddenly hit hard, and the whole person flew uncontrollably to the wall, leaving a dull hum, fell to the ground and didn't move.

A moment later, warm blood slowly flowed out of his forehead.

"Bitch, toast and don't drink." The fake monk lost his stool, kicked ah Yao's body with his foot, and said, "boy, although I'm very unhappy tonight, I promise you, I won't forget."

This sentence is inexplicable and strange. Pei Shuo didn't think about it carefully. He was busy pulling off the hemp rope and looked up again. What he saw was a surge of blood and anger.

"Scum! Animals! "

He picked up a Yao's yarn scissors and rushed to stab the fake monk's back. He wanted to poke him into a sieve.

"Ah!" The fake monk shouted in pain. Ignoring ah Yao, he waved Pei Shuo away. With his other hand, he felt for his back and spread his hand. His fingertips were covered with blood.

Pei Shuo hid cleverly, wrapped around his back and slowly took him away from the range of a Yao.

He also remembered ah Yao and let the fake monk find the flaw. He fooled Pei Shuo with a false move. He jumped off, reversed the victory and defeat, grabbed Pei Shuo's yarn scissors and threw it far away. He held Pei Shuo down, grabbed his neck with one hand, tightened his five fingers, and exposed the green tendons on the back of his hand, trying to strangle him to the ground!

The trachea was oppressed, Pei Shuo breathed heavily, opened his bloodshot eyes and kicked his feet indiscriminately, but he could not attack the fake monk. His consciousness gradually blurred. He saw the angry ah Yao and... His deceased mother.

Grandpa said that people will see what they want to see most or their relatives who have died before they die. Maybe he is going to die?

But why did ah Yao cry? Instead, he should say he's sorry.

If he hadn't dragged ah Yao, he wouldn't have suffered such a reckless disaster and killed everyone.

Consciousness gradually blurred, vaguely heard a "bang", is it the sound of the underground door opening?

"Young master!"

Pei Shuo's servant broke in and saw that the wing room was messy. His young master was pinched by a monk with disheveled hair and untidy clothes.

With a loud cry, the iron mace stabbed him, and the bamboo section on the mace hit the monk on the back.

The fake monk's injury added to his injury, forcing him to let go of Pei Shuo and turn around to fight with his domestic servant.

They didn't notice that a little nun climbed in from the pick-up window and screamed at the tragedy of Pei Shuo and a Yao. She quickly covered her mouth, got up and sat back against the chair. According to his hole, she whispered, "Pei tanyue, Pei tanyue..."

Pei Shuo's eyelashes trembled and woke up.

"Go and see ah Yao..."

The little nun, who was entrusted by a Yao to find Pei's servant, nodded. When she came to a Yao, she almost fell to the ground, trembled, stretched out her fingers and leaned under her nose, and there was still a trace of breath!

It can be saved!

Cut out a long cloth strip and wrap up the wound on her head. Seeing her skinny body, mindless tears poured up. Dress ah Yao, help her up and rescue in the same way.

She's not stupid. She already knows the whole thing, including what happened to her these days.

"The wind is tight, pull!" The fat monk ran in the corridor and shouted, leaving a sentence. He ran away. His vigorous pace didn't look like a fat man.

Fake monks don't like war. They throw messy things at the servants and run away.

"Stop chasing." The domestic servant shouted to another countryman with an iron whip, who looked very similar to him.

He asked Wu Nian, "what should I do now?"

"Qingning nunnery can't go back. You can't go to the city at night. It's better to rest here for one night and go to the city tomorrow." Wu Nian suggested.

"Then I'll go back and get the medicine and call the others left in the guest room." Another said.

"Go and go back."

A Yao woke up first and felt pain all over. The pain made her hum, but she didn't even have the strength to turn over.

The line of sight is also blurred.

"Wake up." Wu Nian helped her sit up and brought a bowl of porridge to her“ Eat something to fill your stomach. "

A Yao was listless and obediently opened her mouth for feeding.

The warm white porridge passed through her tongue, slipped through her throat, instantly lifted her spirit, forgot the pain, turned her attention to it, and longed to stretch her neck: "this porridge is delicious."

Wu Nian said, "you are hungry. Everything you eat feels delicious."

She opened her mouth like a starving chick: "I want more."

The soft and thick white porridge is sweet and delicious. Each one is full and each one has flowers. A layer of fine paste like rice paste floats on the porridge surface.

Good water, good rice and good heat all boil into this bowl of white porridge.

"How long did I sleep?" Ah Yao asked.

"It's not dawn yet. Go to bed later and go to town to see the doctor tomorrow." No thoughts, warm voices, soft words, comfort.

Yes, I have to see the doctor. She has blurred vision. I don't know if it's because she hit her head.

She asked again, "where's Pei Shuo?"

"He's not awake. It's all right. I'll see him early tomorrow morning."

She was frightened and experienced a thrilling night. Her stomach was full. She was sleepy: "OK, sister wunian also went to rest. Teach me how to make porridge tomorrow morning. It's delicious..."