Wen Cuo stood at the window of the thatched cottage and looked out, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, except for a few dead trees, there was nothing outside.

It has been snowing like this for three days without sleep.

The winter in Liyang City is always very difficult. It is cold when it snows, and it is even colder when the snow melts, especially when they have nothing to protect against the cold.

A gust of cold wind mixed with Xue Xingzi blew towards his face, Wen Cuo shivered from the cold, and wrapped his thin clothes tightly.

When he went to the city to buy medicine yesterday, he saw the children in the city wrapped in jackets writhing in the snow, and he couldn't figure it out. Why would some people like to play in the snow? Wouldn't it be cold?

"Wrong." There was a slight call from the bed, and after hearing that, he came back to his senses, quickly took down the wooden stick supporting the window, and closed the window.

After closing the windows, the room became dark at that moment.

Wen Cuo walked to the bed and said in a low voice, "Mother."

"Mother, how long have you been asleep?"

"Slept most of the day."

"Show mother, have you used your heart and soul to relieve mother's Gu poison again?" The person on the bed walked down, opened the closed door, and the light from outside seeped in, covering her eyes. The pale face was clearly photographed, but what was more clearly photographed was the wet blood on the left chest on the thin layer of clothes.

"How many times has my mother told you that if the mother's poison is committed, you will tie up my mother. Why are you so disobedient?" The woman looked at the blood on her chest and helped her up with trembling hands. On Wen Cuo's shoulder, she burst into tears, holding Wen Cuo in her arms, looking at Wen Cuo's pale face, she was so distressed that she almost passed out.

Wen Cuo's hand hanging by the side was turned into a fist, and his voice was very low, and he said very softly: "Mother, I don't hurt."

The woman looked at the wrong smell, looked at the blood on her chest that she dared not even look at, and closed her eyes in pain.Can it not hurt?She was only eight years old, and every time she smelled the poison, she would take blood from her. The wound on her chest has never been better since they were poisoned by the poison.

"When will our days be over? If it weren't for the mother-child Gu, mother really wanted to die."

His eyes flickered when he smelled it wrong.

Mother-child Gu, as the name suggests, is divided into child Gu and mother Gu. I heard from my mother that every time the mother Gu's poison occurs, it needs the heart and soul of the child Gu's victim to suppress the mother Gu's poison.

The mother-child voodoo connects two voodoo victims together, and if one dies, a pair will die.

"I went to the city yesterday to buy medicine, and a fortune-teller, Huang Banxian, told me that the person who will get me out of the sea of ​​suffering will come soon. From then on, I will be spared all the troubles in my life. Mother, we will all be fine." I don't believe it, but it's good to comfort his mother.

From a very young age, those children of the same age pointed at him and said that he was a bedbug in a mud pit and a bastard without a father. Did you use your own hand to pull him in the mud pit?

"Mother only hopes that this Gu can be solved, so that my fault can be fine." The woman tremblingly kissed Wen Cuo's head, and when she touched Wen Cuo's hot forehead, she touched it with her hand. Touched Wen Cuo's face, Wen Cuo's small face was flushed, she was wearing very little clothes, but this face was very hot, she quickly said: "Quo Er, are you sick?"

He shook his head wrongly.

"Then why is your forehead so hot? Go, mother will take you to the doctor."

"Mother, the city gate is closed now, we can't get in." Wen Cuo pointed to the city gate far away, where a shadow could be vaguely seen, and said flatly.

The city gate of Liyang City is a dividing line. Inside Liyang City, singing and dancing are peaceful.

Outside the city of Liyang, there is desolation everywhere, how many people escaped here, and then died here, those who did not die, came and went in a hurry, Liyang city was never for them to enter.

The woman hugged Wen Cuo to the bed with tears all over her face. The eight-year-old Wen Cuo was much worse than children of the same age in terms of height and weight, no different from children of six or seven years old.

"Mother, go make some porridge for you."

Smell wrong head dizzy, lying on the bed and fell asleep.

Not long after, he felt drowsy that he was being helped up, and then what was considered porridge was poured into his mouth.

It was already the second day after waking up again, Wen Cuo got up from the bed, looked at the person who fell asleep on the table, and covered his mother with the thin quilt.

He went out and closed the door.

The snow that had been falling for three days finally stopped, but this stopped, and when the snow melted, he felt even colder.

Stepping on the snow that hadn't melted, Wen Cuo rushed into the city early, and as soon as he entered the city, he ran directly to the pier.

On the wharf, you can get money for unloading the goods on the ship. He often moves things here. He got the money for medicine and the money for buying rice at home.

He straightened his back and stood on the edge of the pier, and the unloading guy put a bag of goods heavier than him on his back, and gritted his teeth, because it was not completely melted on the road, Some slipped and he would fall if he walked too fast, so he had to slow down.He can't fall, and he can't stand up when he falls.

"Why are you here again? Didn't I tell you not to come here?"

Wen Cuo raised his head with sweat on his face, looked at the person standing opposite, his eyes were slightly cold, he ignored it, and carried another bag of goods from the unloading guy.

Looking at the person standing in front of him, he whispered, "Get out of the way."

"Hey, you brat, you don't know who he is when you work here, right? He is the young master of the Xia family, and the younger brother of the Patriarch of the Liyang Immortal Sect."

"Get out of the way!" Wen Cuo said coldly.

Xia Chao would come to the pier every time to take a look around, and every time he could see these people respecting him, but this poor brat in front of him turned a blind eye to him every time, didn't he know that he If you want to process money, do you just say a word to yourself?

"Hey, kid, how about if you learn a few words of dog barking, I'll give you extra money?"

Wen Cuo put the goods on his back into the warehouse with a sullen face, and looked at the person standing over there who seemed to be displeased by his neglect, he walked over with a sneer, and said: "Hey, boy, you learn two things." How about processing money for you if the dog barks?"

Xia Chao squinted and heard the mistake: "Why are you imitating my speech? I want you to bark like a dog!"

Wen Cuo turned around and went to the master in charge of the pier to pay the bill, leaving Xia Chao who couldn't figure it out thinking there.

Seeing Wen Cuo's gone back, the people around Xia Chao suddenly realized that he clapped his hands and said angrily, "Young Master, that brat called you a dog just now!"

"Didn't he say nothing? Why did you call me a dog?"

"Didn't you tell him to bark like a dog... Then he started talking to you." Seeing Xia Chao's darkening complexion, the servant's voice also became softer.

Xia Zhao squeezed out a few words from the crack of his mouth: "Go block him." This kid didn't go to Liyang to inquire, who is Xia Chao!

Wen mistakenly took a few copper coins and left. The money for the drug grab was not enough, and the goods on the dock were limited, so he was going to buy some rice to go back. The money for the drug grab might be enough to carry it again tomorrow.

If it wasn't for his mother's worry, he didn't even want to grab the blood-enriching medicine. After so long, he seems to have discovered that he is different from others, that is, the wound heals much faster than ordinary people. Such a relieved blood, I am afraid that he would have died long ago.

I bought rations for two or three days at the rice store at the intersection, and when Wen Cuo was about to go back, a big hand grabbed his arm.

He looked back and stared at the signboard of the living god for a while.

"Young master, let's meet again, how is it? Is the person who came to take you away here?"

He shook his head coldly.

"It's okay, it's probably coming soon, I'm counting, it's just these two days."

Wen Cuo's stiff expression loosened for a moment. Looking at the fortune-teller Huang Banxian, he pulled his arm out of his hand.He said, "I have no money to give you."

"I don't need money, but you have to promise me one thing."

Wen Cuo glanced at himself, skinny, if he was not forced by his livelihood, he would be a sick man who couldn't carry his shoulders or hands, and really didn't know where he could be trusted or entrusted by others.

"I can not do it."

"You will definitely be able to do it in the future." Huang Banxian looked at Wen Cuo with bright eyes, his eyes were firm and stubborn.

Ignore him, he said: "If you think what I said is right, one day, Liyang City will be in trouble, and I hope that the young master can help you, and this will be regarded as my reward for divination for you today." ,what do you think?"

Wen Cuo didn't speak, but just glanced at the misty Zijin Mountain not far away.

Zijin Mountain is where the Xianmen of the Xia family is located, and all the monks there can fly with their swords. If one day, if there is any trouble in Liyang City, it should not be his turn to take care of it.

As a person, he never believed in these things, the reason why he said it was just to comfort his mother at home.

"Mister, my mother is still waiting, so I'll go first."

The fortune-teller Huang Banxian saw that he had heard something wrong, shook his head and sighed.

He looked along the Zijin Mountain that Wencuo was looking at in front of him, and sighed, if the Zijin Mountain was still there, he would naturally not need him to save the people of Liyang City.

As soon as Wen Cuo reached the gate of the city, he saw Xia Chao standing in front, throwing the whip in his hand on the ground with a crackling sound.

Xia Chao saw that Wen Cuo was about to leave, and flicked the whip in his hand, it fell directly at Wen Cuo's feet, Wen Cuo didn't raise his eyes, and continued to walk forward.

Xia Chao, who has always been the proud son of heaven and is praised by everyone, has never been so ignored by others.

Looking at the back of the wrong person, he suddenly became annoyed, and poured spiritual power into Chang Teng's whip in his hand continuously. After Chang Teng's whip was filled with spiritual power, he was about to strike, but was caught by the person next to him. I was held back.

"Young master, look at that kid's sickness, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand this whip from the young master."

"It deserves it! Who told him to mess with me!" Xia Chao is used to doing whatever he wants in Liyang. If you provoke him, don't you have the courage to accept his whip?Besides, if you can't bear it, why can't you bear it? Will you die?

He still didn't believe it.

When the whip was still one meter away from Wen Cuo, Wen Cuo seemed to feel something, turned his head suddenly, looked at Chang Teng whip who was close at hand, Wen Cuo opened his eyes, and hurriedly ran to the side. Unsteady, he fell to the ground and escaped Xia Chao's whip.

He got up from the ground, clutching his chest, the feeling of being torn apart, he is very clear now, he can feel those scab wounds being torn apart again, exposing the flesh and blood inside.

"You still dare to hide?!" Xia Chao was completely blown up. Seeing Wen Cuo's pale face, he swung his whip up. The ivy wrapped around Wen Cuo's waist, and then threw him off. go out.

Even if he didn't throw it out, when the whip was strangling him, he only felt that his body was being strangled in half.

Wen Cuo's dilapidated body was like a candle in the wind. At this moment, he almost gave up on himself and let himself fly into the air, and then landed heavily.

How can there be any ferrymen? This world obviously has a lot of people like Xia Chao. When he sees you swimming in the sea of ​​bitterness, he insists on holding you down in the sea of ​​bitterness to drink a few sips of water.

"Wrong smell!"

With a shout, Wen Cuo, who was curled up in a ball, opened his eyes, and what he saw was a red figure.

A person flew over from Yujian in the distance, and just landed in front of him. The person was dressed in a fiery red dress with fluttering sleeves, so chic and at ease.

Then he watched the man squatting in front of him, hugged him up, and his eyes met.

His pupils are so dark that it feels as if he will be sucked in after looking at him for a long time.

Under the sword eyebrows that were neither thick nor light, a pair of long and narrow eyes seemed to be staring at him with spring water.

Her lips are crimson, her skin is as white as snow, and her angular face is soft and handsome.

Wen Cuo's eyes darkened, and he was about to push away the person who was holding him, not wanting to pollute the person in front of him with his dirty body.

"Don't move, you're hurt, I'll heal you."

Then, he heard a gentle voice in his ear, and he frowned slightly when he heard the mistake. He, who is small and inexperienced, still had no idea what the situation was.

Jiang Shen looked at Wen Cuo's blank face, feeling distressed and wanting to laugh.

"After the wound is healed, I will help you call back."

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