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"Is it OK to take out the Gu? Uncle San."

Zhao Changyuan frowned, and his wife Yao Yao couldn't help crying. Seeing the child crying in pain, he felt as distressed as a knife.

Zhao Shou smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"The Gu insect and Awu's spine have merged into one. If you take out the Gu insect, you have to cut off Awu's spine. How can you survive?

Alas, even if you survive by chance and cannot sit or stand for the rest of your life, you will suffer a lifetime of torture.”

"Uncle San, please save Awu. Any method is OK. Isn't there a way to exchange life for life on the way of medical treatment? Changyuan can exchange my life for Awu's life..." Zhao Changyuan grabbed Zhao Shou's arm tightly, his eyebrows were begging.

Zhao Shou sighed:

"I'll go to the Medicine King Valley. Maybe Brother Sun has a solution. You can take good care of Awu in the past two days."

"I'll go with you, Uncle San." Zhao Changyuan said.

Yao Yao has been crying all day long recently, and her cheeks are a little swollen:

"I'll go, too."

Zhao Shou nodded first, then shook his head:

"Ah Wu should not be exhausted by the boat."

The scene in front of him gradually collapsed, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled. He actually had a way to save Zhao Wujiang in his heart, but he knew that this was in memory, not reality.

Xiao Zhao Wujiang has been saved and grown up and become him.

Suddenly, the fog surging violently, and the fog trampled under Zhao Wujiang's feet continued to dissipate, and his body began to fall.

The wind whistled beside my ears, and there was an endless and vast world beneath me.

Finally, he fell into a deeper mist.

"Uncle, I'm here!"

Zhao Changyuan was happy and tired, and his voice rang out.

The fog in front of Zhao Wujiang dispersed, but it was still in Zhao Shou's house. It was just a scene. It seemed that a while had passed, and I don't know how long it took.

Zhao Changyuan's cheeks had grown messy beards, his eyes were exhausted, his gray long gown was broken and covered in blood, but he still looked happy and he was holding a wooden box in his arms.

When Yao Yao saw Zhao Changyuan's appearance, she couldn't help but she burst into tears.

"Let's go." The third uncle Zhao Shou picked up Xiao Zhao Wujiang and walked out the house first.

The scene changed constantly as Zhao Shou walked quickly, and soon they arrived in a thatched hut.

The scene inside the hut made Zhao Wujiang's eyes tremble suddenly. The wide ditch passed through the hut, the stream was rushing, the stove where charcoal matches kept burning, the iron frame standing beside it, the bellows, and the wide stone slab platform made of unknown material...

Is this a blacksmith shop? There was a faint sound of bellows stimulating in Zhao Wujiang's ears, and the sound of a woman crying...

The scenes outlined by the sounds in my mind before coincident at this moment.

Xiao Zhao Wujiang was placed on a large stone slab platform, removed from the cradle, revealing her thin body, not crying or making a fuss, her big eyes were tired but with a bright light, and she reached out to Zhao Shou and others.

Yao Yao looked worried, and couldn't help but turn her face and raise her hand to wipe her tears.

"If you want to save Awu, as I said before, you can only use divine weapons to forge bones..." Zhao Shou's eyes trembled:

"But, Awu is very likely to die prematurely if he can't bear the pain..."

Zhao Changyuan's eyes drooped down and opened the wooden box. In the wooden box, a piece of iron lies quietly.

It's inappropriate to say it's iron sheet.

To be precise, it is a long sword without a hilt.

The sword is smooth on the upper and lower sides, with silver light flashing, and the sword body has small patterns, like characters and talismans.

The moment the wooden box was opened, everyone felt the vast sword energy.

"The terrifying shock of the sword tomb..." Zhao Changyuan took out his magic weapon, his eyes flashed, and he nodded. The meaning was self-evident. In this situation, he could only try to save Awu.

"Let's start." Zhao Shou sighed, and the silver needle appeared in his hand, slowly piercing it on the acupoint behind Zhao Wujiang.

"Ah!" Xiao Zhao Wujiang started crying suddenly.
Chapter completed!