"My lord mythical beast, this man is injured, did you save him?"
Lan Yuan nodded hard, and said in his heart: Yes, yes!
"Then you, be kind, you won't hurt us..."
Lan Yuan nodded again, and said in his heart: You can't make it...
"Then, Lord Beast, would you like to live in our village? All the people in our village will treat you well!"
The dark middle-aged held his breath, waiting for Lan Yuan's answer.
Lan Yuan sniffed again with his nose, feeling the smell of the mountain spring really getting closer and closer to it.
Lan Yuan nodded again subconsciously.
The dark middle-aged immediately stood up straight, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He immediately said to the villagers happily: "I understand, it turns out that what the children said is true, the mythical beast is really psychic. Don't be afraid, this is a good mythical beast! It won't hurt people, but it will save People!"
"Haha... I was scared to death! It turned out to be a false alarm." All the villagers felt a sweat suddenly, and they all relaxed.
After that, they began to shout to Lan Yuan enthusiastically: "My lord mythical beast, go to my house, kill a chicken for you!"
"Yo-yo-yo, stingy, I will slaughter my pig and stew ribs for adults!" An old man hunched his waist, his lean face revealed a kind of generosity.
"Go and go, old man Zhang, aren't you the only pig? It's a shame to kill you?" A woman rolled her eyes at him, "Huh, I have three pigs and a fish pond. Master Shen Beast boil a pot of ribs and then a pot of fish soup to drink!"
"Come and come, go to my house!"
A group of people put down their guard, laughed and went up to hold Lan Yuan's limbs and pulled them over, but unfortunately they couldn't pull them.
Lan Yuan was as steady as Mount Tai, glancing at this group of ignorant humans with a vain sweat, and muttered in its heart: What mess, will I eat those things? Don't break the subject, it's important to do business!
Immediately, Lan Yuan had a majestic look and let out a low growl twice, frightening everyone and quickly dispersed.
I saw it seriously pointed at Luo Xingchen with its chin again, and made its own final gesture.
These people understood immediately.
"Oh," the dark middle-aged slapped his brain, "haha, I almost forgot, it turns out that the lord of the beast wants us to save this young man! Hurry up, I will carry him home, you all give me the healing medicine ready , I will use it later!"
The dark middle-aged bends down numbly, wanting to carry Luo Xingchen up, it doesn't matter if he carries him, his face turns blue in an instant.
"What's the matter, his second uncle?" a woman wondered.
The dark middle-aged stretched out his hands and said with a wry smile: "This kid looks thin and thin. Why is he so heavy! Let alone two hundred catties! I can't carry it by myself!"
"Oh, it's really stupid!" The other guys leaned forward, and their faces turned green as soon as the body of Laluo Xingchen, and they were really heavy, not normal, let alone two hundred catties, even five hundred catties. !
This is because Luo Xingchen cultivated the Great Zhou Tian Divine Body, tamping his bones to be extremely solid, becoming more concentrated every time, which naturally has a lot of weight.
Therefore, a dozen young and middle-aged people used a stretcher to shout chants, and it took a long time to finally move Luo Xingchen to the dark middle-aged yard and put it in his room.
"Crack!" As soon as Luo Xingchen was put on the floor, the board-made bed board immediately collapsed.
Finally, as a last resort, Luo Xingchen was placed on the floor, and his dark middle-aged wife wiped his body.
This busy day begins like this.
Lan Yuan lay at the door of the family, staring at Luo Xingchen motionlessly.
The little children ran out of their own house curiously, just to see Lan Yuan, touch Lan Yuan, and hug Lan Yuan.
Their adults are helpless. Fortunately, Lan Yuan was not angry at all.
At noon, Luo Xingchen was wiped all over by his dark-skinned middle-aged wife with a rag.
Villagers, sent me the herbs.
"Oh... This kid, who is so cruel, beat him like this, it's really pitiful." Someone sighed, wiping his tears.
"Stop talking, just put it on him!"
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Immediately, the wounds on Luo Xingchen's body were all covered with the externally applied herbs.
He just lay quietly on the floor, covered with a quilt.
This dark middle-aged person is the steward of the village. His father was the village head. He had passed away a few years ago and he became the successor of the village head. He was invited to take care of the big and small things that the village can't usually handle.
Brother Dong is his own son, this dark middle-aged man is affectionately called Uncle Li.
The setting sun is like a shadow, and the sky is getting late.
Lan Yuan was still lying at the door of Uncle Li's house, neither disturbing nor leaving.
The villagers brought it the cooked wine, meat and food, and it shook its head, and it didn't even smell it.
The villagers had to sigh and walk away.
At this moment, in the yard, young brother Dong is sitting quietly on the small pier, weaving a broom with straw.
The poor man’s child headed home early, even though he was only twelve years old. He was a little expert at work, making brooms and fishing nets. The villagers praised him well.
He was quiet and did not speak. He glanced at Lan Yuan from time to time, lowered his eyebrows thoughtfully, with a straw at the corner of his mouth, and then continued to knit.
Until the sky was completely dark, candles were lit in the yard, it was lustrous, not necessarily so translucent.
Brother Dong has a pair of shrewd eyes that can discern everything in the dark.
His hands were still knitting, and at this moment he started to weave a fishing net with rope.
"Brother Dong, it's time to eat!" As his mother shouted, Brother Dong replied: "Good!"
He immediately folded the unwoven fishing net, placed it in the corner, patted the dust on his body, washed his hands, and entered the waxy yellow room.
A pot of fragrant food was cooked by his mother.
There are fish soup, chicken, two plates of green vegetables, and several bowls of rice.
For them, this kind of food has already improved their lives.
That's because today there is a distinguished guest—"the beast" Lan Yuan.
Uncle Li was carrying a bowl of rice with a large chicken leg in it. Uncle Li was reluctant to feed it for himself, and he was reluctant to feed it to Brother Dong, because they also had a little girl who was only five years old and was growing up.
At this moment, Uncle Li held the chicken legs, hesitated for a moment, his eyes were fixed, and then he walked to the door, and said to Lan Yuan with a smile on his face: "Hehe... My lord beast, you can eat something, although it may not be enough for your teeth, but It is also our heart!"
Lan Yuan looked at Uncle Li lightly with a calm gaze. He shook his head, then lowered his head feebly, with two faint blue eyeballs spinning around, scanning the ground aimlessly.
Uncle Li stood there for a while before finally smiling bitterly, turning around reluctantly, carrying his rice bowl and going back, saying, "Maybe this thing doesn't suit the adult's appetite..."
Brother Dong is an introvert and doesn't like talking very much.
He eats rice with vegetables and fish soup. He doesn't hold the chicken with chopsticks, but his five-year-old little sister is carefully fed bit by bit by his mother.
Brother Dong glanced at a pot of chicken on the table from time to time, swallowed, and he was still holding the rice silently.
Not to mention that Uncle Li is the village head, but their family is not even as good as others. At this time, the clothes worn by their family are all with a lot of patches, and the five-year-old girl Wah Xuan'er is the same.
Because Uncle Li usually gave all the extra items to those in need in the village, he always remembered his father's words before his death, that no one can cheat the villagers.
He refused to take the chicken, duck and fish that others sent to his family. The reason was always that the child of whose family was growing up, and the elderly of whose family was too skinny, he should make up for it.
Therefore, Brother Dong knows that his home is not easy, and he rarely sees chicken on the table once in half a year, which is simply a rarity for him.
Now he saw it, but he didn't dare to eat it. He wanted to leave it to his sister Xuan'er, who was growing up.
"Come on, Brother Dong, don't just eat fish, eat some chicken!" His mother personally picked up several chopsticks for Brother Dong, and Brother Dong hesitated for a long time before finally starting to eat.
Uncle Li looked back at Lan Yuan from time to time, a little absent-minded.
"Hey..." He sighed slightly, looking at Brother Dong who bowed his head silently picking up the rice, his eyes were full of guilt.
He handed the chicken thigh that Lan Yuan hadn't touched just now and handed it to Brother Dong, "Eat it, I haven't seen big meat for a long time, I'm tired of eating fish, eat more!"
Brother Dong was taken aback, then looked at his father, and then at his cute five-year-old sister.
He shook his head and pushed the bowl back, smiling: "I'm full, keep it for Xuan'er!"
With that, he stood up, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and went out.
The moonlight shone on his darkened face. He lit a candle and began to weave a fishing net. Uncle Han at the head of the village asked him to use this fishing net. It will be used tomorrow.
Uncle Li and his wife both looked at their children distressedly, and his wife was rubbing her moist eyes in silence.
The five-year-old little sister still used chopsticks to poke and poke in the food. She was already full, patted her belly, but still wanted to eat...
After the meal, Aunt Li filled a big bucket with boiling water and soaked a lot of herbs in it. After a while, the bucket had turned milky white with a faint fragrance of medicine spilling out.
Uncle Li called out a lot of men, they gritted their teeth, moved Luo Xingchen's body into the bucket, and soaked it. The water happened to cover most of Luo Xingchen's body, causing him to expose his shoulders.
Not long after, the villagers left, and when they left, they all waved goodbye to Lan Yuan with a smile.
Lan Yuan stared at these simple people quietly, and his heart was full of emotions.
It understands everything, but can't speak.
That night, Uncle Li's family fell asleep, because the bed board was crushed by Luo Xingchen, they all slept on the ground, sharing an old quilt.
Lan Yuan looked at them for a long time, then, he shook his head, and walked to the wood room. Luo Xingchen was in the medicine barrel with smoke all over his body. He slept peacefully and comfortably.
This night, Lan Yuan ran lightly with strides, and according to his perception, ran towards a forest with many spirit beasts hundreds of miles away...