Chapter 36: remember
In the small bathroom, in the sound of rushing water, Ruan Qingmu murmured: "His whole family was killed by bad guys, and he was the only one who hid in the pyre and survived. I happened to be passing by, and when I rescued him, the yard was full of blood."
The little mute looked up at him blankly.
Go to another farmhouse and save some money. Guess what?"
The little mute couldn't understand, so he lowered his head and began to play with water by himself.
Outside, Mu Wanli lay at the door and listened for a while, but she couldn't hear what her son was muttering inside, so she walked away.
Ruan Qingmu said to herself: "He was only ten years old at that time, and he could not stand upright with a hatchet, but he still cried and tried **** each enemy. After four or five stabs, I personally killed all the **** of the Qinglu faction."
He raised the little mute's head and touched the little guy's nose with his hand: "If it were you, you would never dare."
The little mute didn't know what he was talking about, but he could sense whether the stranger was kind or vicious, and stared blankly at this beautiful little brother's mouth opening and closing.
"Unfortunately, since this incident, he has not been able to speak. The doctor said that he probably hid in the haystack that day and kept suffocating, not daring to shout. Heart disease. Unlike you, you are born with it, right?"
Ruan Qingmu sighed lazily: "It's even more pity that he still didn't kill all his enemies, he left one. The Qinglu faction ran into the young master of the Demon Sect—killing peasant girls, slaughtering innocent peasant families, and killing all of his brothers who acted bravely—tsk tsk, look, isn’t this person’s heart much worse than your uncle and his family? ?"
The little mute stared at him with wide eyes.
"But I'm not mad at this. I'm a bastard, I'll kill it again." Ruan Qingmu shook her head, "I'm mad at another fool."
His eyes fell on the quiet mobile phone, and his teeth itch with hatred.
On the basis of a few so-called famous and upright frame-ups, he chased him with a sword for more than ten days, saying that although he did not know those villagers who were killed, he had no relationship with the Qinglu faction. It doesn't matter, but he can't sit idly by and let a wicked person like him go unpunished.
What's the matter with him, he knows a ghost!
"You said, he is not a neuropathy?" He gritted his teeth and popped out a sentence.
The little mute was startled by his suddenly stiff face, and flashed back.
Ruan Qingmu stretched out her hand angrily, took the little mute into the basin, and helped him wash his feet.
The little mute's feet were itchy, and she couldn't help laughing again.
Ruan Qingmu looked at him, suddenly a little sad.
That is to say, he is young, he has not learned hatred yet, yet he can still laugh so innocently.
Unlike the child in my previous life, I never laughed again.
I took him by my side, taught him martial arts, provided him with food and clothing, not so much a bodyguard as a personal servant.
That kid is so loyal to him, I can't wait to give him my life.
That's why I hate Qin Yuan so much. Seeing him chasing and killing him for so long, he can't say anything to help him justify.
What a fool. How did he know that even if he could speak, how could anyone believe in the person next to him, the young master of the Demon Sect?
The more Ruan Qingmu thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and looked at the little mute: "So you say, if this kind of stupid person is poisoned, if I ignore him, or just kill him, right? It should also be?"
The little mute was frightened by his sudden fierceness, and shook his head in a panic.
Ruan Qingmu looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed softly, the corners of her eyes raised tenderly: "If you shake your head, that means you don't agree. Well, listen to you, we won't kill him. "
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