Old state

It wasn't until Yang Zigui finished stealing the money and found the only inn in the town with the child in his arms that he realized that Yang Caiqiong had been acupunctured by him.

He hurriedly asked the waiter in the shop to lead the way, the child has been exposed to the cold, the wound must not get worse.

Although the inn is small, the room is clean and tidy, at least the quilt does not smell like the stinky feet of the last guest.He put the child on the soft bed, looked into the child's eyes and said seriously: "I want to unlock your acupoints, you have to promise, don't beat me, don't bite me, and don't use my hand to dig out my heart!"

The child looked at him, blushing.

Yang Zigui stretched out three fingers: "I will count down to 'three, two, one'. If you don't answer, I will take it as your agreement. Three, two, one! If you agree, then I will unlock your acupuncture points."

He shot like lightning, quickly unlocked the acupoints and then dodged, avoiding Yang Caiqiong's heart-throwing hand.

I don't know where to pull out a fan, Yang Zigui slapped it a few times, looking lucky: "Fortunately, I hid quickly, otherwise you would have killed me!"

Yang Caiqiong didn't really want to kill him, it's just that this person's mouth is really cheap, so she wanted to scare him, but she was taken aback by his hiding-how could it be so fast?

His unique mind was activated, and he moved to the other side in a blink of an eye, leaving only an afterimage on the spot.

Regardless of his strange words, Yang Caiqiong said eagerly: "You, you" He said two words, then stopped, and even blushed in embarrassment.

Yang Zigui looked at him with such a shy expression in surprise, and couldn't help but said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you trying to do something to me?"

Yang Caiqiong took a deep breath, lowered her head and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I want, I want, I worship you as my teacher."

As soon as this sentence came out, Yang Zigui was really startled.

This person in front of him is the founding father of the Devil's Cult, his master's master's master, and now he is going to be worshiped as his teacher?

He frowned, the thought of rejection written all over his face.

After saying that, Yang Caiqiong raised her head expectantly, staring at him fiercely with her swarthy eyes, and naturally saw the reluctance on his face.

His face turned cold, just now he looked like a child of his age, but now he has an indifferent expression, which does not match the cruelty and maturity of his age.

"Since the hero is unwilling, then I won't force it, and I will leave." He imitated the Jianghu people, turning over and wanting to get out of bed.

He was covered with scars, and it was inevitable that he would be scratched when he got out of bed, and even the wounds that had healed began to ooze blood again.

Yang Zigui looked at the child's stubborn face, and felt annoyed and funny.Hastily stepped forward to hold him down: "You child, you are young and thoughtful. With so many injuries, you are so cruel to yourself? I didn't say I didn't want to take you as an apprentice," he looked into the child's eyes, Seriously said: "I just feel that I can't and I'm not worthy to be your master. I can teach you martial arts, but you can't call me master."

Of course not, let his master's master's master call him master instead, he can't afford this blessing.

But he was really reluctant to let this little brat treat his wound like this.

Now, he can only use this expedient measure to find him a new master after a while.

The child was originally full of grief and indignation at his rejection, but now he can't speak.

You should be happy, but he was still angry just now; if you say you should be sad, but he is not refusing.

Yang Caiqiong was born a bit worse than other children, not a born traitor and traitor. The only eight years in his life were full of hatred and shame. .He just lost his innocence and became mature, not and not too deep.

If he was really a deep-minded person, he would not just trust a stranger who knocked him out and tapped his acupuncture points, just because of that little bit of tenderness.

So now the child looked at the serious eyes of the person in front of him, feeling a little at a loss.

Yang Zigui smiled softly: "Then if you don't speak, I'll take it as your agreement." He reached out and stroked the child's head: "Then lie down obediently now, and I'll ask the second brother to boil some hot water, and we'll take a bath OK?"

He was born with a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes, staring at him with such tenderness would almost drown a young child.

Yang Caiqiong nodded stupidly, he just nodded now.

Yang Zigui laughed, rubbed his head, turned around and urged the second brother to get hot water.

In fact, this bath was extremely difficult.

The child was seriously injured. The wound was treated by the old doctor before, but after he went out for a walk, it started to ooze blood again, not to mention the movement of him gritting his teeth to get out of bed just now, which caused all the wounds on his body to burst open , the blood clotted the clothes, even though it was a thin gown, it was extremely difficult to take it off.

Yang Zigui has never raised a child, he thinks that children are really troublesome, they will shatter if they are soft, and he also has a big killer, tears.

But Yang Caiqiong is no ordinary child.

No matter how much he tossed, the child remained silent.

He carefully bathed the child with gentle movements. In order to prevent himself from hitting too hard, he even used floating fingers.

This martial art emphasizes the word soft, and using softness to overcome rigidity is most suitable for the current scene.

After all, he is a long-established demon leader in the Jianghu. Most of the demon sect's martial arts are strong and mighty. He is afraid that if he uses his inner strength casually, the child will die.

So use 12 points of caution.

About half an hour passed before the long and arduous bathing was finally over.

By the time Yang Caiqiong was washed clean and carried to bed, he was already sweating profusely, even soaking through his clothes.

Yang Zigui found the ointment that Doctor Wei had given them, carefully applied the medicine to the child, wrapped up the wound, then stuffed the child wrapped like a rice dumpling into the quilt and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's not easy.