When Wang Ye picked up the future brain master

Zhang Ping, dressed in snow, came in as if no one was there, walked to a dry straw mat and sat down cross-legged.

It was only then that Mu Yao noticed that Zhang Ping was different from the last time he saw him. Zhang Ping had a lot of wounds on his face, and it was already showing a tendency to ooze pus and become inflamed. Every moment is tense, and the slightest disturbance will break the tense nerve.

Zhang Ping started his wandering life when the Monan bandits entered Yangliu City more than a month ago.Their general was just replaced by a newcomer named Qi Feng who heard that he was some kind of ever-victorious general. This is good. The handover has not been completed yet. Both of them were killed when they faced the Monan people. I was caught off guard.

There is no one to lead the army, and the army has become headless chickens. Everyone starts to run for their own lives.

And when he couldn't escape in time, he was scratched all over his face by a drunk and nonsense Monan man.

Zhang Ping squinted at them, and stopped when he saw Ye Qianqiu again.

Mu Yao pushed Ye Qianqiu back to protect him.

Seeing him like this, Zhang Ping relaxed instead, showing an inexplicable smile: "This little rabbit master is yours?"

Mu Yao suddenly kicked him with a cold face.

How dare he say that about Ye Qianqiu!

Zhang Ping was kicked by him and rolled backwards on the extremely dirty muddy ground, and he didn't get up all at once.

Ye Qianqiu calmly watched Mu Yao turn around and walk towards him.

Mu Yao's whole body was filled with an aura of "who dares to provoke me, I'll kill him", with frowning black brows, sharp eyes, and slightly pursed mouth corners.

Ye Qianqiu actually wanted to laugh at such a time.

The kind that comes from the heart.

Ye Qianqiu frowned suddenly: "Be careful!"

Mu Yao also felt the sound of breaking wind behind him, so he quickly turned around and kicked, and the dagger in Zhang Ping's hand was kicked away!

Zhang Ping's body was unstable, and he was about to fall, but a burst of strength came from nowhere, he turned over and staggered to pick up the dagger.

He has nothing to worry about, so he might as well kill these two people who have embarrassed him before to relieve his anger!

Mu Yao strode over, but before Zhang Ping got it, Zhang Ping got the dagger, and the flying hand slid towards him. Mu Yao immediately ducked down, but who knew that Zhang Ping's target was not him!

I saw him roll over, stepped on a piece of melting snow under his feet, just borrowed his strength, and slid to Ye Qianqiu's side, raised his hand, and stabbed Ye Qianqiu with the dagger!

Ye Qianqiu saw the sharp blade stabbing at him with a silver light, and was stunned for a moment.

Looking at this scene, Mu Yao felt unstoppable anger rising in his heart, but no matter how angry he was, Zhang Ping had already arrived in front of Ye Qianqiu, no matter how fast he was, there was no time to protect him.

Ye Qianqiu suddenly thought of something, touched behind him with his hand, and touched a long and hard object, his heart trembled, he pulled out the object and waved it at Zhang Ping!

It was too late to say it, and it was so fast, Zhang Ping only felt a cold thread climb up his neck, and the next second, hot blood spurted out, which happened to be sprayed on the face of Ye Qianqiu who was closest to him.

With the last of his strength, Zhang Ping slashed the dagger fiercely on Ye Qianqiu's thigh, before falling to the ground again.

Seeing Zhang Ping face falling down at his feet, Ye Qianqiu felt as if his heart had fallen on the cold snow, and his hands were still in the waving posture.

Mu Yao walked over in silence, pulled away Ye Qianqiu's cut pants, and looked at the wound. Although the wound was deep, it was fortunately not very long.Mu Yao tore off a piece of his own clothes, wrapped Ye Qianqiu's wound tightly, and managed to stop the bleeding first.He turned Zhang Ping who was motionless with his feet.

Ye Qianqiu looked at the bloody face, there were still a few unhealed wounds on the face, and pus-like liquid was coming out, how could it be scary?

My heart seemed to be grabbed by a strong hand, and then I twisted a knot and then loosened it. A gust of sour water surged up from my stomach, and Wusi in Ye Qianqiu's hand fell to the ground with a "crack". Stretching out his hands to cover his mouth, his eyes seemed to be split open, full of horror and disbelief.

Everything happened too suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Ye Qianqiu actually killed Zhang Ping, although Zhang Ping did deserve to die, but he was not guilty of death, let alone Ye Qianqiu killed him with his own hands.

Stomach churning unceasingly, Ye Qianqiu tilted his head and vomited out.

Mu Yao quickly turned Zhang Ping's body back again, and patted Ye Qianqiu on the back again: "You... are you okay?" It looks like this is the first time to kill someone, maybe it is also the first time to see a dead person.

As a soldier, Mu Yao was used to life and death on the battlefield, but it was the first time he killed someone like Ye Qianqiu, but the hurdle in his heart was still difficult to overcome.

Later, he didn't have much reaction to this feeling, as long as he could come back alive and kill a few more enemies, it would be fine.

He absolutely cannot die, he still has his younger sister, Mu Ai, to take care of.

And now, there is Ye Qianqiu.

After Ye Qianqiu got better, Mu Yao took out a cloth towel and wiped his face. Ye Qianqiu had no strength left, so he could only let him move with a white face.

At some point, the snowflakes outside the door were already as big as goose feathers, falling down one after another.

A thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and although it was only past noon, the sky was already turning gray.

"It's going to be a big snowstorm soon." Mu Yao said with a hoarse voice.

Ye Qianqiu looked weakly at Zhang Ping on the ground, then at Mu Yao who was expressionless, and pointed to Wu Si who was still lying on the ground.

Mu Yao picked up the dagger, wiped it with a cloth towel, and handed it to Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu glared at him and took it over.

Mu Yao wrapped him in the winter clothes, pushed his wheelchair, and the two walked into the snow without looking back.

Snowflakes fell on his head and body, and the blood that hadn't been wiped off his face mixed with the cold snow water.

Ye Qianqiu touched his wound with trembling hands. He is the most afraid of pain, but the fear and shock before far exceeded his cognition, and the pain was not so obvious.

At this time, snowflakes fell on his face, and the coldness made him wake up a little bit, and the pain showed its power.

Mu Yao looked down at his movements: "If you are afraid of pain, don't touch it, it will hurt even more."

Ye Qianqiu shivered for a moment, this sentence was too lethal, so he took his hand back again.

After a while, Ye Qianqiu said sullenly: "Mu Yao."

"Huh?" I will soon arrive at the inn where I made an appointment with Guan Hao.

"I killed someone." Ye Qianqiu said tremblingly, "I killed someone."

Mu Yao paused, and said softly: "If you don't kill him, he will kill you. You did a good job." This world is so cruel, but you have to accept it and get used to it.

Ye Qianqiu was about to cry: "Is there anyone who comforts people like you?"

Mu Yao could already see Guan Hao standing at the door: "I'm not comforting you."

"..."

"Ye Qianqiu?" Mu Yao called him when he heard that he was quiet.

Still nothing.

He stopped, walked around to Ye Qianqiu, and found that Ye Qianqiu's eyes were tightly closed, a lot of snow had fallen on his head, a small part had turned into water, and Ye Qianqiu's black hair was wet.

He touched Ye Qianqiu's face, the skin of his tentacles was hot.

have a fever.

It was probably frightened, and it was also covered with snow.

Mu Yao simply pushed him and quickly ran towards Guan Hao.

Guan Hao was dispatched by Mu Ai, and the two of them had gone to nowhere, depending on the weather, they couldn't run away after a heavy snowfall.

Just as he was thinking, two familiar figures ran over there, they were Mu Yao and Ye Qianqiu.

"Brother Mu, you..." As soon as he raised his head, he saw Mu Yao pushing Ye Qianqiu and running in from him without taking his eyes off it.

Guan Hao also quickly followed in. Mu Yao had already hugged Ye Qianqiu horizontally. Guan Hao only realized that Ye Qianqiu's expression was not right when he got close.

"What's the matter?" Guan Hao asked, "You guys are going out now, how did you make it like this?"

The person in Mu Yao's arms had already passed out from the burn. Like an ant on a hot pot, he anxiously said to Guan Hao, "Go to the doctor!"

Zhu Song stood beside Guan Hao, and immediately turned around and ran out to find the doctor upon hearing this.Guan Hao was about to tell him, when he turned around and saw that the person had disappeared.

"Hey, this kid runs really fast...Come on, I asked for a room upstairs, put him on the bed first." Guan Hao said as he led Mu Yao upstairs, and met the inn on the second floor Boss, Guan Hao stopped him: "Hey, boss, my friend is sick, and my servant, the one you met, will bring a doctor in later, don't stop him."

The innkeeper repeatedly agreed.

Just as Mu Yao was about to kick the door, Guan Hao hurriedly opened the door first. Mu Yao carefully put Ye Qianqiu on the bed, took off his winter clothes, and covered him with the quilt.

Guan Hao took the time to ask him: "What happened to you?" He saw that there was blood on both of them.

Mu Yao found the cloth towel on the shelf, dipped it in water again, and wiped the blood on Ye Qianqiu's face carefully. Hearing his words, he replied simply: "I met a robber and got into a fight. Who knows the blood on Ye Qianqiu's body? With a knife, Qianqiu was injured." He omitted Zhang Ping's death.

"Where is the injury? Is it serious?"

"On the legs, but he has no feeling in his legs." After Mu Yao finished speaking, he suddenly thought of a question. Ye Qianqiu said before that he didn't feel his legs, so why did he feel pain before?

He was momentarily stumped by the question.

At this time, Zhusong also came with the doctor.

The old doctor with a gray beard bypassed Guan Hao and Mu Yao who were blocking the way, and sat tremblingly on the wooden stool beside the bed. Mu Yao quickly took Ye Qianqiu's arm out of the quilt and put it by the old doctor's hand .

The old doctor felt his pulse, and his thick white eyebrows twitched up and down: "This young man is frightened, he is so angry, and the weather is cold, that's why he got the wind chill."

"Doctor, he also has wounds on his legs, please take a look." Mu Yao said and lifted the quilt again, and untied the strips of clothes that had been tied to Ye Qianqiu before, revealing the hideous wounds.

Guan Hao went up to take a look, then silently walked aside.

He seemed a little dizzy.

Slightly dizzy, not very dizzy.

The old doctor's eyes were not very good, so he moved closer to look at it for a while, and then said, "It's a bit deep." He got up and took the medicine box and came over, "But it will be fine soon. It's okay."

Mu Yao helped the old doctor to apply medicine and bandage Ye Qianqiu's leg injury, only to find that Guan Hao and Zhu Song had already withdrawn.

He looked at Ye Qianqiu and pursed his lips: "Doctor."

The old doctor agreed.

"He is a man with disabled legs, and he didn't feel any sensation in his legs. But I clearly saw him in pain before, why is that?"

Hearing this, the old doctor turned around again, and squeezed Ye Qianqiu's leg through the quilt: "This is normal, there are indeed some people with disabled legs, although they can't move their legs, but the nerves on their legs can feel it. Pain, this is much more painful than those who are completely unconscious." The old doctor sighed, packed his things, left two prescriptions, and left.

After Mu Yao waited for Zhu Song to come in and took the prescription to grab the medicine, he sat down beside the bed in a daze, looking at Ye Qianqiu's furrowed brows, wondering what he was thinking.