Chapter 670 I’m a villain
Before the boy had time to retract his head, Xiaolan rushed to him, pressed his mouth accurately, and covered the call that was enough to attract the attention of the whole village.
She looked down, and under the door was the boy’s own bed. The boy put a small table on the bed, stepped on the table and climbed up. The table shook on the bed and was about to collapse.
Xiaolan tried to drag the struggling boy to the roof, but was persuaded by the boy’s chubby figure. The boy’s feet were already off the table, he was hanging in the air and thumping hard. With a bang, the boy’s foot kicked. At the corner of the table, the little table crackled off the bed.
The boy’s eyes widened, trying to push Xiaolan away, but helplessly tugging at her sleeve, struggling and sliding down.
The height is not too high, there should be no problem.
Xiaolan also squeezed to the door, took a good position, and jumped down holding the chubby boy.
Within that short one-third of a second, there was a pig-killing sound in the boy’s throat, Xiaolan forced the mute button, and soon the two fell on the small bed, and the boy heard the back of his head. There was a “crack” sound at the location, followed by a cushioning feeling of hitting a hard object.
“Hmm…” The woman in black in front of her frowned and snorted softly.
Something moved away from the back of his head, and the boy saw that it was the woman’s other hand.
She put her hand behind her head.
The boy squinted his eyes and took a look. Under the back of his head was the head of a mahogany bed. He should have hit the head of the bed just now.
“You…” The woman withdrew her hand, shook it, staring at herself fiercely, “You are not allowed to yell, have you heard?”
Xiaolan clearly felt the pain from her finger, God, is this a broken bone? Is it a broken bone? It hurts so much…The other hand has to cover the boy’s mouth. Fortunately, the boy is lying on the bed obediently looking at him in horror. He should be frightened by his own aura.
After hearing what Xiaolan said, the boy nodded quickly.
“Then I let go of my hand?” Xiaolan was sweating with pain, “If you dare to shout, I’ll…I’m going to clean up you.”
Although these words had no deterrent effect, the boy nodded.
Xiaolan slowly moved away his right hand hesitantly.
The boy stunned, swiftly manipulating his round Gulongdong body, and shrank into a ball next to the bed, looking rounder.
Xiaolan looked at her left hand. When he fell just now, the back of the boy’s head almost hit the head of the bed. Although Xiaolan didn’t understand brain science, she vaguely understood that that was the most vulnerable part of the human brain.
Of course, the moment she reached out and hugged the boy’s head, she didn’t think so much.
The ring finger and little finger of her left hand were already swollen. Xiaolan wanted to touch those **** to see if she was conscious. The moment she touched her, Xiaolan’s pain mask vividly emerged, so she knew the answer. .
The boy curled up by the bed and watched the woman in black who was alone in pain, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Confusion, curiosity, and a trace of fear.
“You…you are a ghost.” He said, his voice not much louder than the buzzing of mosquitoes.
Xiaolan’s movements suddenly stopped.
is over, this kid also knows Huolian.
“I am not a ghost,” Xiaolan continued to observe her fingers, but did not look at him, “I am a human being.”
The boy was silent for a while.
“I know.”
This time it was Xiaolan’s turn to be upset.
Why is this kid so calm? What’s going on with the children in this village?
“Just know it.” Xiaolan replied briefly.
“That…my house…” The boy tremblingly raised his arm and pointed to the bedroom door, “I have medicine at home.”
this…
Xiaolan raised his eyes, and looked at the boy suspiciously.
“Aren’t you using medicine?” the boy asked Xiaolan, looking at Xiaolan’s eyes.
The sweat on Xiaolan’s forehead dripped onto the collar, and she swallowed, “Where is the medicine?”
“I’ll get it for you.”
“I’ll take it myself…” Xiaolan just thought of getting up, looking at the boy’s innocent appearance, thinking about it, and then sitting back, “Then… please help me take it, thank you.”
The boy ran out of the bedroom happily. After a while, he ran back barefoot with a wooden pill box in his hand.
He put the open medicine box next to Xiaolan, then sat back to the original place, holding his chin, looking at Xiaolan.
The two of them sat quietly on both ends of this single bed, the atmosphere was weird.
Xiaolan flipped through the pill box.
Although it is not the first time that I have broken a bone, it is the first time I have dealt with a broken wound.
What to use? Iodophor? Or… what is this? Gauze must be used…but it hurts to wrap gauze.
Looking at Xiaolan’s picky look, the boy couldn’t hold back, and said again, “It should be disinfected first.”
“I know,” Xiaolan said dissatisfiedly, “Isn’t I choosing this?”
“But the one in your hand…”
Xiaolan feels that her credibility has been scorned.
“You stay honestly,” Xiaolan waved the unknown medicine bottle in his hand, “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Scared,” the boy shrank his neck, “My mother said you are a ghost.”
Xiaolan curled his mouth, put the medicine bottle back in disdain, and chose another bottle.
“They all say you are a bad guy,” the boy continued, “but Ermao and I don’t think you are.”
Hearing Ermao’s name, Xiaolan’s head buzzed.
“You gave us candy before.” The boy buried his face between his curled knees, showing only a pair of eyes. “Er Mao forgot, but Er Mao’s memory is not good. We were both kids at that time. .”
Now you are also a kid.
Xiaolan put down her hand and looked at the boy seriously.
“Do you think I won’t hurt you?”
The boy hesitated, “You put your hand under my head just now, it’s that hand.”
The boy pointed to Xiaolan’s fractured left hand.
Xiaolan felt an inexplicable tenderness, but Ermao’s body immediately appeared before her eyes.
“Do you know where Ermao has gone?” the boy asked softly.
There was a bitter taste in her chest, Xiaolan swallowed hard, feeling that her mouth was also bitter.
“I have no idea.”
“Then he must have gone to play in the mountains,” the boy said, “Er Mao can hide cats and cats. Adults never find him, even I can’t find him.”
Xiaolan stopped speaking. She moved her gaze back to the pill box, but her attention had already drifted to the place behind the ancestral hall that concealed the truth.
“May I ask you a question?” The boy sat up straight.
What do you want to ask?
Did the prophet be killed by himself?
Are you a witch who can curse yourself?
How did you escape?
Seeing that Xiaolan did not refuse, the boy cleared his throat, as if worried that Xiaolan would not understand him, he spoke every word.
“Prophet, can you really live forever?”
(End of this chapter)