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1906 The fat sheep to be slaughtered 3

The young man in front of him had an impatient look on his face. He had a clean and harmless face, but he acted like a robber.

The man opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to react. He quickly took off the money bag from his body and said, "Here, here you go! Please spare your life, hero!"

"Go and take the others', one less, and be careful with my fists."

This is really about to be wiped out. The Ma's Gang has been robbing houses in this area for so many years. Who would have thought that one day someone else would rob them?

Ling Xuewei received a bunch of money bags and a few storage bags, and her depressed mood finally improved. She directly put the loot into the spirit ring and left in a swaggering manner.

Unexpectedly, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Save...me..."

It turned out to be the one who was besieged.

The bloody hands tightly grabbed the hem of her clothes, leaving five bloody fingerprints on her clothes. Ling Xuewei frowned, and suddenly, she let out a sigh.

He knelt down, turned his face over, and then smiled.

We are really enemies on a narrow road. I didn't expect to meet again so soon.

It turned out that the little man being besieged was the mustache who had defrauded her of fifty topaz outside the city!

But if you look closely, you will see that instead of a mustache, he is just a young man who has changed his appearance! If you give it a try, he will definitely not be over 20!

She was deceived by a brat with no hair on her head, and she really got better and better!

No wonder you are being chased and beaten, and you are lying to people everywhere, but you are going to be beaten!

"Please... the ruined temple outside the alley end street... take this... back..."

With difficulty, he took out a packet of medicine from his pocket and handed it to Ling Xuewei, "Please... my brother is still waiting..."

After saying that, his hands dropped.

Ling Xuewei frowned.

She's not a nosy person, she's just... that's all, just treat it as nosy today.

"Snowball, you carry him."

"Hey Lord Silver... I don't want Snowball! He's so dirty!" A certain Qiuqiu, who has a mysophobia, expressed his disgust.

"Do you want to carry it?" Ling Xuewei narrowed her eyes.

The threatening voice of a certain unscrupulous master came, and Snowball was so excited that he immediately surrendered and carried him on his back. In a flash of light, he transformed into a leopard shape, picked him up and threw him on his back.

"Let's go to Alley Street."

After a stick of incense.

A ruined temple appeared in front of us. There was a small figure walking anxiously in front of him. He looked like he was about twelve or thirteen years old. When he saw a stranger coming, his dirty little face revealed his warning, "You are

Who?"

Suddenly, he saw the person on Snowball's back, "Brother! What's wrong with you!!"

It turns out that he is the younger brother of this "mustache".

"What did you do to my brother? Are the injuries on his body caused by you? I will fight with you!"

The little boy rushed up like an angry little leopard. Ling Xuewei held his head down while his arms kept swinging on both sides.

"If you keep making trouble, he will lose his temper. Are you sure you want to waste your time here?"

"you!"

"I didn't cause his injury. It's better to say that I saved him."

Seeing the boy's disbelief, Ling Xuewei could only explain.

"real?"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask him when he wakes up."

The young man still looked at Ling Xuewei suspiciously, but he let go, turned around and hurriedly helped the unconscious mustache into the ruined temple. Ling Xuewei looked at the medicine bag in his hand, frowned, and walked in anyway.

"Brother! Brother, wake up!"

The young man looked at his elder brother who was covered in blood. He was so anxious that he almost cried. He untied his clothes. When he saw the bruised and swollen body, he was even more helpless.

Ling Xuewei couldn't stand it anymore, so she came over and said, "Get out of the way!"

The coercive voice made the young man subconsciously step aside. Ling Xuewei's hand crossed his chest and abdomen, "Four broken ribs, but fortunately there was no bleeding in the internal organs, the left leg was fractured, and the right wrist was slightly bruised..."

The injury was indeed serious, but it was not fatal.

"Will my brother die?"

There were tears in the young man's eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall. This look suddenly reminded her of Xiaoyu.

"You can't die. How can you die from such a minor injury? It will heal in a month or two."

"Really? You... know medicine? Then save him quickly! As long as you can save my brother, I will do anything you want!"

"What can you do?"

Ling Xuewei glanced at the young man's thin arms and legs, her expression self-evident.

The young man gritted his teeth, "No matter what, as long as I can do it, even if it is... murder and arson, I will agree! But you must cure my brother first!"

Ling Xuewei raised her eyebrows.

Although the young boy is only a teenager, there is already a hint of determination between his brows.

It's just murder and arson... I dare to say that.

"No need. When he wakes up, I still have some accounts to settle with him. If he dies now, I will be the one in trouble."

The young man opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out.

Ling Xuewei began to treat him and clean his wounds. After a stick of incense, the unconscious man slowly woke up.

"Brother! Great, you're awake! Woohoo, you scared me to death..."

The young man rushed over and burst into tears.

"Xiao Xia..."

His voice was still hoarse as if he had just woken up. Soon, he remembered that he was chased and beaten, and then injured, and then...

"woke up?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from his side. He turned his head and saw the young man he met outside the city yesterday. He thought what happened before he fell into coma was a dream, but it turned out that this man really saved him.

At that time, he almost thought he was going to die, so he chose to beg the young man in a desperate move.

But he didn't hold out much hope at all. After all, he had lied to him before and cheated him severely. If it were someone else who would have just beaten him up, how could he have saved him?

But he is still alive now.

It was really this person who saved him.

Looking at the person in front of him, he felt a little complicated.

"A second-grade hemostatic pill, a bottle of golden sore medicine, some herbal hemostatic ointments, and three rolls of bandages, in total, twenty-seven citrines. Plus the fifty citrines you took from me before, a total of seventy

Seven, bring it."

Ling Xuewei spread her hands towards him.

These words made both brothers startled.

"elder brother……"

"I, I can't take it out now..."

He was a little stunned.

Ling Xuewei raised her eyebrows, "Looking at your proficiency in deceiving people, it doesn't look like you are short of money."

His face turned redder.

I felt very embarrassed and guilty in my heart.

"It's not my brother's fault! All the money was spent on buying medicine! Dad was seriously injured, so we..."

"shut up!"

The younger brother didn't want to see the elder brother he admired being humiliated, so he spoke angrily, but was interrupted by him and could only shut his mouth in grievance.

In fact, after Ling Xuewei came in, she smelled a strong smell of medicine. There was a room in the innermost part of the ruined temple, where the smell was the strongest, and there was also a faint stench of decay.

She guessed that the people inside must have been seriously injured.

At this time, the person on the ground suddenly struggled to get up and knelt in front of her, "Please save my father!"


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