Xiao Bushi's eyes showed firmness and a childish voice shouted loudly, but he had no momentum.

"Brother Xingzhen, I'll help you."

Xing, who was sitting in a trapped beast fighting, didn't give him a good look and replied angrily: "Get back."

Xiao Bushi was struggling for a moment, then made up his mind: "No, Brother Xing Zhen is about to fall down. I want to continue to protect things."

Xing Zhen was exhausted and had no extra strength to sniff, but he practiced it, dragging the four local dogs on his body, taking heavy steps, moving forward step by step, away from the little Bushi and the little thing.

The farther you walk, the blood marks left behind you will be. One person is wide, and it is particularly conspicuous in the white snow fields.

Unfortunately, Xing Zhen was physically exhausted and there were more than ten remaining local dogs besieged. The speed was not much faster, and he was soon caught up by the impulsive little Bu Shi behind him.

Seeing three native dogs rushing Xing Zhen to kill the young Bu Shi. Xing Zhen roared to the sky, and the remaining strength was left to pick up the ragged gourd around his waist.

He took a sip of the clear water in the gourd and shouted angrily: "I'll fight with you."

Holding a short knife in one hand and a tattered gourd in the other hand. The knife cuts the gourd and smashes it, and runs back desperately.

When the water is inhaled, the heat flows instantly flows into the whole body. The heat in the meridians becomes clearer, as if a trickle of water flows through the meridians.

The disappearing force seemed to have returned. He twisted his body hard and suddenly rotated and flew the four native dog wheels hanging on his body.

Then he flew back, punched two local dogs with one foot and one gourd, and threw down two local dogs. He himself threw down the last local dog that killed Bu Shi.

The black short knife pierced into his heart without mercy. After doing this, Xing Zhen stood up hard, like an unfallen city wall, standing in front of Bu Shi. Continue to fight with the remaining local dogs, either you die or I live."

The little Bushi behind him seemed to see the gods and demons standing tall. He was moved and felt more distressed.

Old Man Yang, who had already flown above Xing Zhen's head, stopped after seeing this scene, and quietly returned to the original peak of the mountain.

The old man said to himself in confusion: "No, there is indeed spiritual energy in the gourd that can nourish the body. But it cannot be so effective that it can instantly restore Xing Zhen's physical strength."

After pondering for a moment, the old man suddenly laughed: "Yes, yes, the clear water in the gourd only plays a traction role. The real power comes from Zheng Zhen's will to be unwilling to accept it, and it explodes in full swing after being traction."

"Maybe it can also be called the belief in protecting the Bushi. The human body is a special treasure. Under the stimulation of certain beliefs, it can stimulate infinite potential."

"The punishment is really good, the punishment is really good. It's a pity that Shang Xiao's martial arts strength is not strong enough. The energy stimulated by will cannot last long."

Then Old Man Yang slapped himself hard and cursed: "What are you doing when you come back? You have to run back. It's such a fucking waste."

There are three local dogs left, and Xing Zhen’s consciousness is gradually blurred. His eyelids do not listen to his own orders and slowly close.

Before the young man's eyes were dark, what he thought was: "Zheng is really useless, not strong enough to protect Bu Shi and things."

In the small wooden house in the village, the charcoal basin burned the red flames. On the table beside the wall was a short black knife and a tattered gourd.

The dark boy quietly walked on the bed, and two thin little guys were guarding the side. It was late at night, but the two little guys Bu Shi and Tsai refused to sleep.

We must stick to Xing Zhen's side, but we are too young and are overly frightened during the day. At this time, the two little guys' heads were sinking and their eyelids were fighting each other.

Outside the wooden house, there was an old man with gray hair, two middle-aged men and two middle-aged women. He was surrounded by an anxious look.

The gray-haired old man Pang said, "Damn Old Man Yang, it's not serious. He really made a little trouble for Zheng Zhen and insisted on kneeling in the ancestral hall for a year."

A middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to Xiao Bushi responded and said, "Now, Old Man Yang should be kept in the ancestral hall. Those who are not serious must be punished."

The father asked Cheng Cheng: "No, it's too cheap for a year to kneel down. I think we'll beat him first, and he can't take care of himself, and then send him to the ancestral hall to regret it."

Bu Yuru, the mother of Bu Shi, shook her head helplessly: "You two can really beat Old Man Yang, so you won't grind your teeth here."

Xiliu even said directly: "Go and go, you two will go now. The men who are standing tall in their nest will be embarrassed at home."

After saying that, Xiliu rolled up her sleeves and left, the direction was exactly where Old Man Yang lived.

Old Pang stopped the woman and sternly said, "What are you going to do now?"

Nishiliu said with confidence: "What else can I do? I will scold Old Man Yang for being so bloody. The eighteen generations of his ancestors were uneasy underground and jumped out to deal with this unfilial descendant."

Mr. Pang snorted coldly: "Nonsense, Mr. Yang did nothing wrong. He was just right in his position. Zheng Zhen just looked serious and did not hurt his muscles or bones. There would be no serious damage."

Xi Liu was not grateful and pointed at Xing Zhen’s wooden house and shouted: “You go in and take a look, it’s like a bloody man, not serious.”

"A thirteen-year-old child suffers this. The feelings are not your biological children, and the blood is not your own. You are not in a hurry, right?"

Question Cheng was dissuading him: "Don't mess around, only in this way can Xing Zhen grow faster. Don't forget how heavy the burden of Xing Zhen is. If you don't grow up faster, you will sooner or later be crushed by the burden."

Xiliu glared: "You dare to talk back to me, right? The elbow is useless, the man who turns his elbow out. Let's see how he deals with you when he gets home."

Asked, he immediately became weak, and he shrank his neck and took a step back, and honestly did not dare to talk to him.

The solemn atmosphere was a little relieved by the two of them.

Bu Yuru held Xiliu's arm and comforted him: "Sister Xi is relieved, they are also good for the punishment. Every woman doesn't understand this, just look at it and don't really hurt the punishment."

Xiliu was dejected: "I understand Sister Yuru's words, and I also know that these stinky men have good intentions. They are so angry that they can treat a thirteen-year-old child like this."

As I was talking, I was still very fierce just now, looking like my eldest son and my second son. My eyes were slightly red and tears were spinning in my eyes.

Mr. Pang spoke at the right time: "No one in the village was broken by Daoshan Jianyu. If Xing really wants to take on the burden, he must do what others cannot do and do what others cannot do."

"You can rest assured that there will be no accident in the punishment."

Cui Mingfu and Wencheng nodded repeatedly and agreed: "Old Pang is right."

The feelings are because these two people dare not touch Xiliu's brows, so they had to follow Mr. Pang's words and follow them.

Xi Liu didn't give the two of them any face. After blanching his eyes, he said fiercely: "Useless man."

Mr. Pang dissuaded: "Okay, okay, hurry up and see how the chicken soup is cooked. I guess Xing is about to wake up, and now I need to take more supplements."

Bu Yuru nodded and said, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Suddenly, two little guys could only say in the wooden house: "Dad, mom, come quickly, Brother Xing Zhen is awake, Brother Xing Zhen is awake."

The five people were no longer as calm as before, and they rushed into Xingzhen's wooden house. They surrounded the bedside and said something.

"How is the child doing? Does it hurt?"

"Tell uncle what hurts and give you more painkillers."

Mr. Pang interrupted everyone's concern and ordered: "Xi Liu and Bu Yuru, you two go and bring the chicken soup."

Xing Zhen responded in a daze: "I'm a little hungry, I want to eat rice."

Old Pang's eyes were wet, and he nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, everything is there."

Then he glared at the two girls: "What are you two doing when you stand there? Why don't you go and get it?"

When the second daughter left, Mr. Pang carefully checked it and looked thoroughly. After repeatedly confirming that there was no major problem, he was relieved.

"The child suffered."

At this time, Xing Zhen's dark face turned slightly white, and his lips were not much bloody. He spoke as thin as a mosquito.

He said intermittently: "Zheng is really useless, and Xing really cannot protect Bu Shiyou."

The two little guys mentioned did not mind being called "not something". Bu Shi grabbed Xing Zhen's arm and held Xing Zhen's palm.

The two of them spoke in unison: 'Brother Xing Zhen is the best, thank you brother Xing Zhen."

Mr. Pang said: "You all say less. Now Xing really needs to rest. Take a few more days of rest."

Then he looked back at Cui Mingfu and asked, "You two reminded your wife to take good care of Xing Zhen these days. Take out all the delicious food and drinks, and don't save them for the village. You can think of ways if you lose them. In short, you can't make the children suffer."

The two nodded and said yes.

Xing Zhen was so embarrassed: "Old Xie Pang is worried. Xing Zhen is fine, so you don't need special care."

Mr. Pang interrupted his words: "Children talk less and rest more. These days, they don't have to practice boxing, nor do they have to go out to understand the traps of the mechanism."

Xing Zhen could see that everyone had worried and sincere concern on their faces. When Xing Zhen grew up, such expressions were only seen in his father, mother, Mr. Su, Su Mother, Uncle Shang and Shang Mother.

Now there are a few more people, although their bodies are inexplicably painful, their hearts are inexplicably happy. This kind of warmth is even more intense than the brazier in the room.

At this time, Xiliu and Bu Yuru, one of them brought a bowl of chicken soup and the other of them brought a bowl of white rice into the room.

Xiliu was still angry: "You big men are leaning aside, I have to feed Xing Zhen."

The two middle-aged men, one old and two middle-aged men, really leaned aside and gave up the place.

Xiliu and Bu Yuru sat by the bed, and put a mouthful of chicken soup and rice into Xing Zhen's mouth in small mouthfuls.

Every time Xiliu feeds chicken soup, she will blow it gently a few times, for fear of burning the teenager on the bed.

Zheng Zhen is like a dream, as if he is finding the feeling of being taken care of by his mother. He chews every bite very seriously, for fear that he will never come back if he misses it.

A long-lost sense of happiness sprouts in the heart.

Seeing that Zheng really could eat without any serious injury, everyone was determined.

Bu Yuru looked at the Bu Shi and things with saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, and whispered: "There are steamed buns and pickles in the kitchen. If you two are hungry, go and eat something yourself."

Xiliu added: "Yes, yes, go quickly. Only Xingzhen can eat chicken soup and rice. You two are not injured, so don't think too much."

The two little guys complained deeply, wondering if they were their biological sons. Why do they look at Xing Zhen more like their biological sons?

Fortunately, the latter helped to plead, which made the two little guys cry back that they were about to be in a state of discomfort.

Xing Zhen said: "I can't eat much, so I'll give Bu Shi and some food. They are still young and have been frightened a lot today."

Xiliu and Bu Yuru said in unison: "No, there are not many white rice and chickens in the village, so we have to keep them for everyone to eat during the Spring Festival. We can't afford these two little things,"

Mr. Pang asked, "You really did the only one who was Xing Zhen, right?"

Xiliu rolled her eyes: "What did you say?"

Bu Yuru chuckled: "Okay, okay, don't scare these two little guys. You can go to eat in the kitchen by yourself."

The Bu Shi and the guy cheered and jumped out of the wooden house. The child was just a child. He just cried and wiped his tears, but he instantly smiled.

Mr. Pang continued: "Xing Zhen will practice boxing in the copycat these days. Xiao Nian is an important day for the copycat. You must participate in the collective worship of the ancestral hall."

Xing Zhen felt like he was struck by lightning in his heart, and the little New Year was an indelible wound in the boy's heart.
Chapter completed!