weiwuxian"Xiao Xingchen..."
weiwuxian"Little Uncle..."
Wei Wuxian stared blankly at the people in the coffin, as if the bright moon and breeze were just yesterday, bowing to them and saying hello
The woman in white cried and burst into tears...
lanmengzhuang"Since she can't speak, do you need to ask Ling?"
Wei Wuxian shook his head and said
weiwuxian"No need, we may not be able to ask the questions she wants us to ask"
weiwuxian"And I think her answer will be complicated and difficult to understand"
lanjingyi"Then what should we do?"
Wei Wuxian took two steps, looked at Jiang Ge, and said slowly
jiangge"It's too dangerous. With your current cultivation, you can't empathize at all. If you're not careful, you will..."
weiwuxian"Age, there's no time left."
weiwuxian"We still have to find Hanguang-kun."
Jiang Ge pursed his lips and watched Wei Wuxian sitting on the ground. Wei Wuxian gave Jin Ling the Qingxin Bell and asked Jin Ling to ring the bell when his mind was disturbed. Wei Wuxian put the woman's hand on his palm and cast a spell
Jiang Ge stuck Bai Yu on the ground, forming a protective cover around Wei Wuxian and the woman to block the sounds from the outside world
...
Ten years ago
At the foot of Lingxi Mountain, a group of women in white followed behind the women in white. The difference was that the dress on the leading woman was more gorgeous, and there were many accessories
The woman was wearing a hat and looked only twelve or thirteen years old
songwu"Baizhi, go ask the store if there is any clotting grass. If there is, buy it. Everyone is tired, so you don't need to pick it yourself."
Baizhi brought two people into the store, and the rest of the people dispersed, secretly protecting Song Wu's safety
Song Wu walked slowly down the street, looking at the stalls on both sides of the street
"Save, save me, it hurts..."
A cry for help came from the alley, Song Wu frowned slightly and looked into the alley
He saw a little boy with ragged clothes, messy hair, and a beaten face. This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that the little finger on his right hand had been crushed and rotted into a ball of blood.
Song Wu hurried over, her heart didn't know why, looking at his appearance and painful expression, her heart seemed to be crushed by a thousand catties, and she couldn't breathe
"Help... me"
The boy lost his voice, Song Wu probed the tip of his nose, and he was still angry
songwu"Come on! Come on!"
songwu"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home"
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home." Although Xue Yang heard these words very light and illusory, he heard them very clearly
Home... do you have a home yourself...
...
Lingxi Mountain, Chu Mountain Song Clan
Song Wu looked at the person on the bed worriedly. There was a fried medicine in her hand, but it was already cold. No matter how she fed it, she couldn't feed it in
Fortunately, she had already bandaged his injuries, but... she was unable to reconnect the little finger.
Such a poor boy, probably only seven or eight years old, is he going to become a person with severed fingers?
songwu"Can you drink a little, just a little, or you won't get better"
Song Wu didn't care if he could hear it or not, he comforted softly
Suddenly she thought of something, and her eyes lit up
songwu"Are you... afraid of bitterness? Can I add some sugar to it?"
Song Wu added sugar, scooped out a spoonful, and handed it to the boy's mouth
The miracle is that the medicine was fed in but not spit out. Song Wu smiled happily. It turned out that he was afraid of suffering.
...
...
ciwei"Song Wu and Xue Yang are four years apart"
ciwei"Don't go out, do your homework at home"
