Chapter 89

After staying up late, my heart thumped. Seeing that the little girl's expression was like entering a magic barrier, I hurriedly made a salute and even called out, "little master!"

The tree's eyes fell on the old woman's flesh and blood. There was no human shadow in the dark eyes.

"Little, little master." Stay up late, slightly change your expression, slightly raise your voice, and pull the tree out of your mood.

She turned to look at the anxious young man in black and nodded, "I'm fine. You've dealt with the body. Don't show any trace."

"Yes." He stayed up late and nodded. He picked up the old woman's body skillfully. His left hand moved and sprinkled a little white powder on the ground.

A pool of blood quickly dried up and then disappeared, and the courtyard seemed to regain its former calm.

But the heart of the arbor is always calm.

She looked down at the little tiger lying in the corner, closed her eyes and fainted. She closed her fists on both sides and held them tightly subconsciously.

She was very clear that the hemostasis on the surface of her chest was of little use. The old woman's face-to-face blow caused a lot of trauma to tiger's internal organs. I'm afraid no one in this small mountain village can cure it.

"Little master, this little brother is seriously injured. Maybe he can't live..." Staying up late knowing that the little girl was not well, I wanted to comfort her.

But the tree nodded and interrupted him, "you can deal with it."

"Yes." Stay up late and take two steps with the old woman.

Just listen to the little girl's whispering voice, "here you are I'm in trouble. Next time Be careful. "

Stay up late a Leng, stop foot piece second, somehow, mood unexpectedly some inexplicable complex. When I was young, I could not help but look like I had experienced dozens of years of vicissitudes, which made me feel sad.

Staying up late and throwing fists, he left a sentence: "subordinates are not afraid of trouble". Then he took the old woman's body, swished up the eaves, and several of them disappeared.

The tree moved the unconscious Qiao Hu into the room. A man sat at the head of the child's bed and silently froze for half a day. The cold little hand grasped the boy's slightly rough palm.

"Tiger." The voice of the tree could not help choking. She was holding the boy's hand to death, mixed with a touch of sadness. Is that life? In the last life, Xiaohu was bitten to pieces by the corpse puppet. The second uncle joined the action team and killed the corpse puppet for revenge for his son. However, he died in a five level mission.

I thought of this life, and I would try my best to change the fate of their father and son, but I didn't expect

It's her fault. She shouldn't let tiger stay outside the door, let alone take out the heart of the peach garden. The prince has reminded her before. It's her ignorance that harms others and herself. It's her that all blame her!

The tree sat on the edge of the bed with its small head hanging down, clasped the boy's hands, closed its eyes and put them in front of his forehead. It couldn't help knocking on his forehead with its small hands. It didn't notice that it was scattering a light green light when holding the boy's small hands.

"Master, don't abuse yourself any more. This boy's little wound can be cured with a gold needle before."

The tree raised its head and looked around for a while. In the room, she was the only one except Qiao Hu, who was dying in bed. Who? Who's talking!