"Xiaohu, what's wrong with you?!"
The woman screamed, let go of Xiao Ling, rushed over, and lifted Xiao Hu from the ground.
Turning it over, seven holes bleed.
Trembling fingers sniffed, lifeless.
"what!!"
The woman's scream made everyone tremble in their hearts.
Everyone hurriedly gathered around.
Especially Old Liu, the whole person was stunned.
He is a very traditional man.
All I want in my whole life is that my wife and children heat the kangtou, and there is another field to cultivate.
Now that I saw my son fall in a pool of blood for unknown reasons, listening to his wife's screams, the whole person... almost crazy.
"you!"
He turned his head abruptly, pointed at Xiao Ling, and roared with crimson eyes: "What did you do?! What did you eat for Xiaohu?!"
The master was taken aback, lowered his head and thought for a while, suddenly woke up, and shouted loudly: "You damn stinky girl, you poisoned it?! Is there poison in the bun just now?!"
Old Liu was even more anxious, stepping forward, he was about to lift Xiao Ling up.
Snapped!
Without seeing any movement, Lao Liu was in the middle of the journey, but suddenly made two spins on the spot, and flew out suddenly, lying on the ground with a ravine, and couldn't stand up for a while.
Xiao Ling stood up.
Tilting his head with a charming smile, he whispered: "You are discussing lively and it is about my business, why... why don't you come to ask my opinion?"
"You... who are you?!"
In terms of cultivation base, Lao Liu was considered the top in this group of bandits.
Now she was slapped and fanned by Xiao Ling...
These people don't think that Xiao Ling seems to be very young, just think she is not good, this is all an illusion, or Lao Liu's mistake.
There are geniuses that everyone can only look up to in this world, and there are all those who have a holy rank cultivation base just born!
So they were all frightened. Except for the woman who was still crying and wailing, they all stepped back a long way, looking at Xiao Ling with vigilance.
Xiao Ling sighed, waved his hand, and said, "Master told me before leaving that if I want to leave the capital of the great jade country one day, the first thing I must do is learn to kill."
She rolled her eyes helplessly and said: "It's easy to kill. That's what the master said, but it is very difficult to kill. One is to judge, and the other is to deal with the aftermath, which is very troublesome. The master said that the aftermath should be studied a little bit. , And before every killing, you must understand the price you need to pay. If you can’t accept it, then you don’t have to kill. As for judging... it’s the most difficult thing, so you need to learn. Here you... the master told me A long time ago, there was a natural disaster in the Great Jade Country. You cottage intercepted and killed refugees, cooked their young and eaten their flesh... The master had long been willing to slaughter you all, but you are left behind, just for today Give me a lesson and let me judge for myself, for you... whether to kill or not to kill."
"You... don't deceive people too much! You are just a little girl..."
The master hadn't finished saying a word. He suddenly felt cold in his neck. He stretched out his hand and touched it. It was full of blood. His face was stunned, and then he fell down. He didn't know how he died when he died.
It’s just that the moment of death remembered how many years ago he had just been out of a teacher, and his family happily sent him to a private school, trusted by his family, loved by the town, respected by his disciples... It was a really happy time...
The death of Master Master will not make the people in the cottage angry, but will only make them fear.
Xiao Ling shook his hand and pouted: "This exercise is still not good. It takes so much effort to kill an ordinary person. I know that the master did not teach me the best exercise..."
He muttered, then raised his head to look at everyone present, and said in a deep voice: "What the hell... what should I do? Kill or not, it's really tangled."
Old Liu cried and said, "Even if we deserve to die, then... What's wrong with Xiaohu? Why did you kill him? He is still a child!"
"kill him?"
Xiao Ling frowned and said, "You must have misunderstood this. I didn't kill him."
"Why do you still quibble? He... he's already dead... my little tiger..."
Perhaps because of Lao Liu's cry, the woman awoke from grief and indignation. She was stunned, and then yelled at Xiao Ling and screamed: "Give back my child's life!!"
Xiao Ling frowned, and when she squeezed her hand, the woman immediately knelt on the ground and couldn't move. Xiao Ling stretched her leg and kicked. The woman was not injured, but her body had returned to Xiaohu's side.
Xiao Ling said: "Master also told me that no matter who you are killing, if you are afraid that you killed the wrong person and still have doubts in your heart, then leave a living, leave a guy who can challenge you, and wait. For more than ten or twenty years, if someone comes to kill you and can kill you again, it proves that even the world thinks it is wrong for me to do so. If the other party can't kill me, I killed me instead, then It proves that what I did is right, and Tiandi will not blame me. Since Tiandi does not complain, I can also find a reason to have a clear conscience. So this little tiger... Do you think the buns I eat for him are poisonous? No, no, buns. It’s just an ordinary steamed bun, but the stuffing in it is the pill left by the master. As I said, this steamed bun will not be hungry as long as it is eaten, because as long as the steamed bun is eaten, he has the power , You can guarantee that he will never die from starvation."
"But..."
After listening to the woman, she was taken aback, and she subconsciously touched Xiaohu's nose, but she still couldn't feel any breath, but at this moment, when she only uttered two words, Xiaohu suddenly gasped. , Sat up from the ground.
"Mother, I'm so painful!"
The blood in Xiaohu's seven holes was still flowing, and he vomited more, but it was a little different from the previous color, darker and thicker.
He yelled, looked around, and then ran directly to the well. A three- or four-year-old kid lifted a bucket weighing more than a hundred jin directly out of the well and poured it on himself. Especially in the nose and mouth.
The blood dilutes, sheds, and even a layer of skin on the body fades, becoming a little darker, but more shiny.
Especially the red face peculiar to the child disappeared.
Xiaohu was stunned. He looked at the bucket in his hand, then turned his head, grinning with a few missing teeth, and smiled at his mother: "Mother, I can lift the bucket. Work for my mother!"