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Chapter 34 Because...he is willing
Seeing the pear-blossoming and rainy little Lolita hugging her father's corpse and crying, Su Luo felt a sense of sympathy for a while.

"Ugh!"

With a sigh in his mouth, Su Luo took a step forward and walked into the small courtyard.

Stepping into the small courtyard meant that he was ready to be involved in the incident.

Originally, if Xiao Dugu took action, it would not be difficult to deal with more than a dozen second- and third-rate masters of Mingjiao, and even the leading first-rate master, so he had no intention of intervening.

But, looking at little Lolita crying with pear blossoms raining, he inexplicably remembered the past.

That year, he was only four years old, and his mother was lying on the hospital bed, her face was pale and her voice was weak.

Looking at the ignorant self, he raised his head with difficulty and looked at his father with indelible sadness in his eyes.

The mother smiled forcefully, raised her right hand that was tied with a tube of unknown purpose, and rubbed her own head, which was still naive at the time, but stood in front of the hospital bed and looked at her mother curiously.

"I'm sorry you guys, from now on."

In my memory, those were the last words my mother left in this world.

The last smiling face left by the mother frozen in memory, without the fear of death, without the pain of being tortured by disease, without regrets about life.

There are only blessings for the future of her husband and children, and an apology for not being able to accompany her husband to continue walking, and not being able to watch the children grow up year by year by my side.

In my memory, after the age of four, every year when winter comes, my father will put on a new sweater for himself.

When I was young, I still liked it very much, but as I got older, the sweaters I wore became more and more old-fashioned and out of fashion.

Subconsciously, he began to resist the 'new' sweater.

I also thought about rejecting my father's kindness, but thinking of that year, I secretly saw my father dig out a 'new' sweater that was one size bigger than last year from the cabinet, and the tears could not stop falling from the corners of his eyes. After all, he never mentioned that dislike to his father.

Later, I grew up, became sensible, and understood a lot of truths.

Thinking about it, when I knew that my life was short, when I thought that I would not be able to watch my children grow up year after year in the future, endured the grief and reluctance in my heart, and relied on my own imagination, from the age of four to the age of four. The mother who left fifteen last gifts to her children in the last time of her life day and night, before leaving the world she was attached to, should be more apologetic to herself, right?
It's just, how young and innocent was I at that time?
At that time, I watched my mother's hand hang down helplessly, watched the smile on my mother's face gradually freeze, and watched my father's big hand covering my eyes, preventing myself from seeing the next scene.

At that time, I had no sadness or sadness, but only a kind of curiosity in my heart.

"Where did mom go? Will mom come back?"

At the funeral, I followed my father and looked at the urn with my mother's black and white photo in my father's hand. Did the question I asked when I was young and ignorant hurt my father's heart?
If, when my mother left, I was more sensible and showed more reluctance, would it make my mother go happier?Do you think her son cares about her?
If, at that time, I threw myself at my mother's side and cried because of reluctance and helplessness, would my mother be so relieved when she left?Leave the rest to the husband I once loved, and believe that the man I have loved deeply for the first half of my life can take good care of another man who I have not had time to love for the rest of my life?

he does not know.

If I hadn't asked that question at the beginning, if I had felt helpless and heart-piercing pain just like my father.

At that time, could he share some of the pain in my father's heart?
he does not know.

However, he knew that when he saw the helpless child in front of him who could only hold the dead body of the loved one he had just lost and cry, his heart twitched violently.

"Ugh!"

Accompanied by memories, he walked step by step to the little Lolita's side, Su Luo bent down, and pressed his big hand on the little Lolita's head.

"Next, leave it to me to try, okay?"

Raising his head, Huang Chang met a pair of sincere and encouraging eyes.

Not knowing where the courage came from, she raised her slender hand, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, ignored the blood all over her face, and nodded vigorously.

At that moment, she saw the corner of the man squatting in front of her slightly raised his mouth, and a smile appeared on his face.

At that time, she noticed the flashing look in the man's eyes that she had never understood in her whole life.

Then, the man lifted her up, handed her over to the boy who came with her, and told them to retreat to the door.

Then, the man supported his father's body, straightened his father's body, and lay on his back on the ground.

Looking at the bloody wound on her father's chest, she covered her mouth angrily, for fear that she would make any sound.

She remembered the man's explanation before handing himself over to the boy who came with him - next, no matter what happens, don't make any noise.

Looking at the 'corpse' lying flat on the ground, Su Luo knew that this man was really dead.

However, for some reason, knowing that there was nothing he could do, he threw away his usual rationality and chose to make a hard attempt.

Perhaps, it was because of the pear blossom's rainy face that aroused compassion, or perhaps, it was the memories of the past that resonated in my heart.

He didn't know, but he chose to follow his instincts.

Bending down, a golden pill the size of a soybean grain appeared in Su Luo's hand, he put it into the man's mouth, and then tapped the 'Jianche' acupoint on his cheek, the 'Lianquan acupoint' on his throat, and the 'Zhanzhong acupoint' on his chest .

Following Su Luo's movements, the golden core rolled into the man's stomach, and began to dissolve under the stimulation of Su Luo's fake golden core.

When the power of the golden core was exhausted, Su Luo got up, swung his right hand, and he grabbed a mahogany sword in his hand.

The golden elixir he fed the man just now is one of the most famous "elixir" of Tianshi Dao, it is called Xiantian Good Fortune Pill, and it is said to have the effect of bringing the dead back to life.

Of course, the so-called resurrection is just an exaggeration, it just shows that its healing effect is good enough, not to mention the living dead, flesh and bones, at least it can hold the last breath and let the fatal wound heal quickly.

And relying on a golden elixir, it is obviously impossible to revive a person who can be judged to be dead scientifically.

Simply, thousands of daozangs were recorded in the Great Song Dynasty Palace. While obtaining some Taoist practice theories and alchemy formulas, his database also included some existences that can be called spells.

And the man in front of him, although he is dead, but because he has practiced internal skills, and has the profound skills of a first-class master in the Jianghu.

Even though most of his body was dead, the remaining zhenqi protected the last trace of his heart, giving him a chance to save people.

Only this possibility made him willing to try.

It has nothing to do with the Virgin Mary or not, it doesn't matter whether you can kill people without blinking an eye, and whether you can save people from death or not is too impermanent.

Just because, he followed his heart, because... he was willing!

ps: La la la, the third update, where is the recommendation ticket?

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