No matter how smart Guo Xiaoshan was, he was frightened by the blood in the crack of his younger brother's palm. He was stunned when he heard the boy's words, but he still got up and moved away.
The boy squatted down and looked at Guo Xiaohe, as if he was looking at something as hot as he was unable to start. For a while, he raised his hands and stretched out his index finger and thumb to lift Guo Xiaohe's face into a straight-up state and fixed it.
Guo Xiaohe did not cooperate and kept bowing his head. However, after using a lot of strength, he could not stop the four fingers pressing against his head. He could only reluctance to compromise and let the other party hold his head.
"Don't be afraid!" The boy stared at the blood between Guo Xiaohe's fingers, and his tone was much more kinder than when he spoke to Guo Xiaoshan. "Let's open your hand, let me see the wound on your face." After saying that, he felt the power of his fingers shaking his head.
He let out a humming smile, "Hmph! Do you want to grow your hands on your face and be a monster?"
Although Guo Xiaohe did not answer him, the boy also felt the power of the difference between his fingers stagnation. As the power between his fingers gradually disappeared, then he continued to talk, "I'm afraid of pain, so I'll put my hand down slowly, I'll take a look
Your wound.”
Guo Xiaoshan, who was standing aside, calmed down some of the fluctuations in his heart, and his rationality gradually turned back, "Look? Do you know how to cure it?"
The boy looked at him coldly, and laughed and hummed out of his nose, "How can I know if I can cure it if I don't look?"
Can it be cured? Still can it be cured?
Guo Xiaoshan felt a sudden thrill when he heard it, and then he felt guilty when he saw it. Although the other party didn't say anything, he still saw mockery from the other party's eyes, and felt that the other party's self-righteousness made his brother laugh at him.
Seeing that the other party's gaze fell on his younger brother again, Guo Xiaoshan looked over nervously.
Guo Xiaohe's hands were still covered on his face and didn't take them off, but the blood on his chin seemed to be without feeling wet, as if it was a little solidified.
The boy naturally noticed it. He raised his hand and gently touched the blood on Guo Xiaohe's chin with the tip of his fingers. He looked at his clean fingertips and relaxed his tense expression, "Your face is no longer bleeding,
Put your hands down and see if it will be distorted.”
Hearing the word "destroyed" and "not only Guo Xiaohe himself, but even the companions standing beside him looked the most ugly. The companions cast sympathetic eyes at him were extremely hot, which made Guo Xiaoshan extremely angry--original
They were so worried that they came to make things difficult for themselves and then glared back without hesitation.
Guo Xiaoshan was not in the mood to pay much attention to his friends, and was more worried about his younger brother's disfigurement. Before he met his parents, he felt that his flesh was hurting all over his body. At this moment, he faintly hoped that his family would be.
The second uncle, who was crooked his elbow, advised his parents to stop beating him less.
"Although you're wiping your face so scary, fortunately, there's only a little skin on your face. When you're squeezing your scar, you won't have a single seal!"
After hearing that the children were fine, the onlookers dispersed after listening to them with a few words of "Going home" and so on. Some people also felt that they should be careful when they saw this situation.
Only by causing less trouble will the adults at home will they worry less.
Guo Xiaoshan heard the boy's voice and came back to his senses from the sad situation he imagined was about to face. He heard that he would not break his face after just scratching his skin. He was immediately overjoyed, but before he could wait for his joy to be released from his expression.
After coming out, I heard the boy turn his head and say, "Just--"