Chapter 1961: The ancient little widow in the rebirth text 10
She has a shadow, so she shouldn't be a ghost, Ding Mao thought.
Don't blame him for thinking wildly, Ding Mao lived so big, he had never seen such a sturdy little girl.
That's seven wolves. Even if there are so many wolves in the group hunting, it's very difficult. A little girl actually killed them all.
Seeing those wolf skulls with their broken heads and blossoming heads, Ding Mao couldn't help thinking about it.
What would it be like if these fists landed on his head.
Don't dare to think, don't dare to think, the little girl is too sturdy.
"How are you, how are you hurt?"
Ding Mao was covered in scars, and his face was covered in blood, both his and the wolf's. In contrast, Shu Ange's body was refreshing and refreshing, as if he had come to the mountains for an outing.
He is always in the deep mountains on weekdays, and he rarely interacts with people except when he goes down the mountain every once in a while to exchange some food with others.
There are very few opportunities to deal with girls of the same age, just now Ding Mao is devoted to his life, and he doesn't think much of it.
Now that Shu Ange was talking to him, he panicked for no reason.
"I'm okay. It doesn't matter if I suffered some skin injuries. Thank you girl for saving your life. Ding Mao can't repay her. She can only remember her kindness and virtue in her heart. You can ask me to do anything in the future."
Ding Mao had never read a book, and his answer was very simple. Shu Ange admired him more and more, and gave birth to the idea of making friends with him: "It's not a big favor, it just happened to catch up, why are you called Ding Mao? "
Dali Dynasty used the stems and branches to record the year, and people took the name of the year to make Shu Ange extra fresh, just like meeting a person called 2019 on the street.
Ding Mao didn't care, no one cared about his name, and no one was willing to talk to him so much: "I was born in the year of Ding Mao, and my father named me Ding Mao because he was illiterate."
His casual answer made Shu Ange burst into laughter: "You are so interesting, it's amazing that you can hunt so many prey at such a young age."
When praised by her, Ding Maoshao's face burned, and he stammered to explain: "I met the wolves by accident, and I never thought of fighting wolves. If the girl hadn't appeared, I would have had the wolves today. If you drag it away, even the complete skeleton will be hard to leave."
He is really a good and honest young man, he is not arrogant or arrogant, and he is very polite.
"You are very powerful. Ordinary people are scared to death when they encounter so many wolves. You can fight them for so long."
"No, not great."
Ding Mao felt pain all over his body and was embarrassed to show it in front of the little girl, so he could only support himself.
Who is Shu Ange, where can't see Ding Mao's pain.
"Did you bring any medicine for golden sore? Wolf poison is very dangerous. You must apply medicine for your wounds in time, otherwise it will easily fester and fester."
Shu Ange was afraid that Ding Mao would not understand, so the word inflammation was useless.
"I brought medicine."
Ding Mao's medicine is prepared by himself, and the hunters in the mountains will prepare some life-saving medicines.
They are all people who want to live in the mouth of the tiger. As long as they are not seriously injured, they are not willing to go to the city to find a doctor for treatment.
"It's good to have medicine. You sit down and I'll give you the medicine."
The original owner is twelve years old this year, and looks like an eight or nine-year-old bean sprout.
Ding Mao was older. At the age of fourteen or five, he already looked like an adult in terms of body size.
He rarely has contact with strangers, and he is even more at a loss when faced with a familiar little girl like Shu Ange: "I, I will just take the medicine myself."
The man and the woman were inseparable, and the other party saved his life. Ding Mao was afraid that her reputation would be affected.
"Hey, why are there so many worries? You're still afraid that I won't be able to eat you. Give me the medicine now. I'm lost, and I expect you to take me down the mountain."
Shu Ange couldn't help but say, and after asking Ding Mao for the medicine, he took him to the creek, where he first treated the filth at the wound with clean water.
Then she raised a fire on the stone and asked Ding Mao for a knife: "The place where the wolf's teeth have been bitten will be cut with a knife, are you afraid?"
Ding Mao was naturally not afraid, he shook his head: "Not afraid."
"Just don't be afraid."
In fact, even if he didn't ask, Shu Ange knew that Ding Mao would not be afraid. He is not an ordinary tiger hunting in the mountains, and Dihua's clone has never disappointed her.
She believed that even if she didn't show up in time today, Ding Mao would still be able to escape, but it would just endure more hardship.
Thinking that Dihua might endure more hardships, Shu Ange was particularly distressed, and when he removed the rotten flesh, he moved very gently.
There is no numbness, no matter how gentle a knife is, it will hurt very much when cut on the body.
Ding Mao clenched his sleeves tightly, clenched his teeth, and just pushed forward without saying a word.
After helping Ding Mao deal with the wound, Shu Ange took out the golden sore medicine and sprinkled it little by little.
The pain when cutting flesh is sharp, and the pain when spraying medicine is like being burned by fire.
Ding Maoren was sweating profusely, and after she finished taking the medicine, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
Shu Ange patted Dingmao on the shoulder and gave him a thumbs up: "Good job, a heroic man like you will definitely be able to beat a hundred on the battlefield."
Ding Mao smiled shyly, he didn't have such big ambitions, as long as he lived his daily life well.
If Dali needs him to go to the front line, Ding Mao will be bound to go to the front line.
After helping Ding Mao with the medicine, Shu Ange washed his hands with the stream, and the pheasants began to chirp at this time.
Ding Mao looked at her back and thought that this little girl was too thin, as if she didn't have enough food every day.
It's amazing how she got so much energy.
"What do you think I'm doing, think I'm weird."
Shu Ange flicked Dingmao's reflection in the water with his finger, and turned back to smile at him.
"I...what's the girl's name?"
Ding Mao's face was thin, and his cheeks seemed to be hotter than a wound.
"My name is Zhou Anle, peace and joy Anle."
Shu Ange put the bamboo basket on his back again, and asked Ding Mao with a smile, "Are you going down the mountain?"
Ding Mao snorted, and pointed to the distance embarrassedly: "I shot some prey, if you don't dislike it, I can give it to you."
The kindness of saving lives cannot be repaid, so Ding Mao always has to do something to express his gratitude.
"Thank you, I took your prey, will you not eat it?"
"No, I have dried a lot of bacon, and it can be eaten for a long time."
Ding Mao was not good at words, explained clumsily, and would not please girls.
"The target character's favorability is +30, and the current favorability is 65."
The system prompt made Shu Ange realize once again that Ding Mao was really sincere, and the grace of saving his life suddenly gained such a high degree of favorability.
On the way down the mountain, Ding Mao didn't talk much, and he didn't cry when the wound hurt, letting the blood seep out of the bandage.
Seeing him being so patient, Shu Ange felt a little distressed: "Do you have a place to live at the foot of the mountain? Why don't you stay at my house for a few days, and then go up the mountain after you recover."
Ding Mao blushed again, he knew that the little girl cared about him and had no other meaning.
But he is a man, how can he go home with the little girl.
(Momada little readers, the previous chapters have changed a lot, not intentionally repeated)