Chapter 89 1.089 Self-Blame
Aoye's heart froze for a while, seeing the little girl's expression like a demon, she hurriedly bowed and called several times, "Little master!"
Qiao Mu's eyes fell coldly on the bloody old woman on the ground, and there was clearly no figure in the dark eyes.
"Little, little master." Aoye's expression changed slightly, he raised his voice slightly, and pulled Qiao Mu out of his emotions.
The small hands that were holding the ruler tightly loosened in an instant, and the cold little face eased a little. She turned her head to look at the anxious-looking black-clothed boy, nodded and said, "I'm fine, You dispose of the body, don't show any traces."
"Yes." Aoye nodded, picked up the old woman's body skillfully, moved his left hand, and sprinkled a little white powder on the ground.
The puddle of blood quickly dried up and disappeared, and the yard seemed to have returned to its former calm.
But Qiao Mu's heart never calmed down.
She looked down at Brother Tiger, who was lying in a corner with his eyes closed and unconscious, and subconsciously clenched the small fists on both sides.
She knew very well that the hemostasis on the surface of the chest was of little use. The old woman's head-on blow had caused serious wounds to Brother Xiaohu's internal organs. I'm afraid no one in this small mountain village could cure it.
"Little master, this little brother is seriously injured, maybe he won't survive..." Aoye knew that the little girl was in a bad mood, and wanted to comfort him a few words.
Qiao Mu interrupted him with a nod, "Go ahead and deal with it."
"Yes." Aoye took two steps with the old woman.
I just heard the little girl's almost babbling voice from behind, "I'm sorry to cause you... trouble, I'll... be careful next time."
After staying up late for a moment, he stopped for a moment, and somehow, his mood was inexplicably complicated. At a young age, the expression he showed inadvertently, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life for decades, made people feel a little uncomfortable.
Aoye clasped his fists in a salute, and dropped the sentence, "My subordinates are not afraid of trouble." He carried the old woman's body and swooped up to the eaves, and after a few fells, he disappeared.
Qiao Mu moved the unconscious Qiao Hu into the room, and sat alone on the child's bedside for a long time, his cold little hand holding the boy's slightly rough palm.
"Little tiger." Qiao Mu's voice couldn't help but choked, she held the boy's hand tightly, and there was a touch of sadness in her heart. Is this life? In the last life, Xiaohu was bitten into pieces by the corpse puppet. The second uncle joined the action team and took on missions to kill the corpse puppet to avenge his son, but he died in a fifth-level mission.
I thought that in this life, I would try my best to change the fate of their father and son no matter what, but I didn't expect...
It's her fault that she's suddenly her fault, she shouldn't let Xiaohu stay outside the door, and she shouldn't rashly take out the heart of Taoyuan. The crown prince has already reminded her before that it's her ignorance that hurts others, it's her, Blame her!
Qiao Mu sat on the edge of the bed with his small head down, clasped the boy's hands tightly, closed his eyes and placed it on his forehead, knocking his forehead hard with his little hand, completely unaware that the little hand he was holding the boy was smearing lightly. Green glow.
"Master, don't abuse yourself any more. You could heal this boy's little wound with a gold needle."
Qiao Mu raised his head in shock and looked around. She was the only one in the room except for Qiao Hu, who was dying on the bed. who? Who is speaking!