Chapter 1281

Xiaoqing gently patted her hand.

"let's go. It's a blessing, not a disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. If you run, you can't run away. If you're dead or alive, you can only look at your life." In fact, don't say Xiao Huang herself, even she is the same.

Don't look at her surface calm now, in fact, her heart is broken, there is a kind of inexplicable fear.

But then what, not to mention anything else, they went to the place again, and the bowls on the table.

And now needless to say, after experiencing once, they all know what they are going to do. They are going to be bloodletting.

Let's start. The woman in red swept these people one by one. In the middle of her flat red lips, you can probably see the unhappiness in her eyes and the discontent on her face.

Several women came forward and directly pulled them up. Even Xiaoqing's was the same. The woman directly pulled one person's wrist, and her face was full of flesh. She also picked up a cold and cold knife, and then heard a shrill cry.

Then a flash of cold light, Xiaoqing felt a pain in his wrist.

Suddenly, she and her eyes opened with fear, and her voice seemed to be hard in her throat. She couldn't say a word, just her body, trembling slightly, and then she didn't know why.

Even if there is no memory, even if she does not remember anything before, but some fear is embedded in her heart, some things can not touch, some things can not be hurt.

She could only open her eyes and look at the blood red color in front of her eyes, and then the wrist that she was tightly grasped

"Ji..."

The little fox suddenly kicked the plate to one side, as if it was frightened by something. It ran over in a hurry, but also got into the arms of brand Heng. Two small claws tightly grasped his clothes, and his small body was shaking.

"Do you feel it, too?"

He put his palm on the little fox's head.

"Ji Ji..."

Small fox is a cry, can not help is that shaking into a ball of small body, this feeling is to shake off the hair on the body in general.

Brand Heng care to stand up with the little fox in his arms.

It's a very bad feeling.

Every year, he felt that

"ah Ning, wait for me."

He pinched his hand tightly. "No matter how, to live, we must live."

He loosened his finger slightly, and then the blood trickled down his fingertips from time to time.

Drop by drop, that kind of bloody smell, is also an instant overflowing the room.

Gee, the fox licked his finger.

It's OK.

Brand Heng care is to pat its small head gently, people only feel pain, can hold some, and only in the most painful, can remember something?

Little fox didn't understand. He put his little sharp mouth on his master's arm habitually. His mouth also made that kind of noise from time to time.

Soon after, they were all standing outside, waiting for the doctor inside to deal with the wound. At this time, almost all of his hands were bloodshot. The injuries were very painful, but as far as brand Heng was concerned, he didn't seem to feel any pain.

Instead, he took the frozen dried fish and fed it to the little fox. This kind of freeze dried fish is one of the characteristics of Changlin. In the past, Miaomiao liked it very much and ate it every day. Now the little fox has stepped into Miaomiao's afterlife and regarded this kind of freeze dried fish as a snack.

There are not many things here. The frozen fish is the most popular. Every family has its own food. Mo Li has a pile of fried fish, which is prepared for the little fox.

I just want to make it grow faster and eat more fat. Then I will see if I can raise her ears and eyes and my nose will be more flexible. In this way, I can find my wife earlier.

There is no water in the wound these days. It's just a skin injury. It will get better soon.

As if he had not heard it, he took out a dried fish and fed it to the fox.

The doctor didn't talk much, even the rest of the corner of his eyes was afraid to give more.

Changqing kicked one of the pillars.

"At this time, I would like to peel off the skin of Mo Fei. How come when I use him, he is missing. When I don't use him, he runs faster than a rabbit."

"It's a waste of money to raise him."

"I want to skin him, too."

Changgeng also said that, but pickling, where to pick up the skin, the lady is in trouble, and the person who is hard to protect will not have bad luck. Before they come and pick his skin, the grass on the grave head is beginning to grow high.

They both looked at each other, and then, could not help but sigh.

At this time, on an official road, a carriage was also heading for the capital.At this time, in front of a few children are beating a person, the man dressed in rags, shrunk on the ground, his face and body are covered with mud, or there giggling.

The children are all smashing mud on his body. The more he smashes, the more he laughs.

Otherwise, how can it be called a fool, a fool, a fool who can't smirk, is called a fool?

A carriage stopped not far away, and then an old coachman came.

When the child saw that an adult was coming, all of them ran away. Only the fool was still sitting there, with mud in his mouth.

Don't eat, don't eat.

The old coachman hurriedly passed by and took his hand.

"It's mud. You can't eat it. You'll die if you eat it!" And he said, also from his body took out a piece of PA, helped the fool wipe the mud on his hands.

"Hungry."

The fool still wants to put mud in his mouth.

Ah, the old coachman sighed. It's all evil. It's really hard for this man to live.

When the old coachman thought of his experience along the way, he couldn't help but feel sad from his heart.

"Hungry. "

the fool is still talking about hunger.

Seeing him like this, the old coachman sighed again, "forget it. Even if it's because of your fate, I met a noble man, and you deserve the kindness of that noble man. It's said that in the capital city, the people who die suddenly can get a thin coffin. I can take care of you as long as I can live. Even if we are not here, at least there is A corpse collector. Otherwise, if you are like this, you may not be starved to death, and you will be eaten clean by the wild animals in the mountains here. "

"We are a companion, too."

The old coachman took out a steamed bun from himself and gave one to the fool.

"The little lady in my carriage used to like to eat steamed buns. I don't know why she likes to eat steamed stuffed buns so much. She always eats them every day, and she has never been tired of eating them. I also asked her why she doesn't eat anything else? She said that when people are extremely hungry, the first thing they eat will never be forgotten. She said that when she was most hungry, she ate steamed buns. Now I know that it is really. "

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