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He still remembered that Zhang Xiaosi was still fighting with his face covered in blood.

"I'm fine. Young Master, you are so brave. No wonder the clan leader keeps staring at you. This is really frightening."

Zhang Xiaosi lay weakly on the ground.

Lichu was unconscious and lying on the ground motionless.

Wuxie didn't understand what he said, so Zhang Xiaosi explained: "I rushed forward because my body is bleeding from the Zhang family, so I have a certain resistance to such yin-heavy things, and I have a bronze medal from my clan hanging around my waist." The bell also provides some protection. You are really brave. You have nothing to do but you can rush in and strike with a knife. You are so lucky. Logically, you should be as unconscious as that kid, not have the strength to rush forward. "

In fact, Wuxie was really about to fall into a coma. He felt that all the bones in his body were in severe pain. He had just done it all by willpower.

The little brother noticed his discomfort, picked him up by the waist, put him on the table that had not fallen over, and rubbed his body properly with his hands.

"Brother, did you come here by yourself?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several more people came in from the door, led by Zhang Haike, "Oh, the injury is so serious! I won't have to rest for a long time. Where is Xiaosi?"

Wu Xie was too lazy to pay attention to him. Zhang Xiaosi lay on the ground and responded: "I'm here, help me up quickly, I can't get up."

Zhang Haike passed by Wuxie with a smile. He was startled when he saw Zhang Xiaosi like this, and quickly asked the people behind him to help him up and take him back to the car, and then he started to look at the room seriously.

"When are we going back?" Wuxie asked, "Let's take Lichu and the kid at the gate back to school as well."

The little brother nodded and looked at Zhang Haike, giving a silent command. Zhang Haike immediately arranged a flight back to the village.

The little brother said that Fatty told him. Wuxie glanced at his phone and saw that he didn't reply to Fatty's three messages. Based on this, Fatty knew that something was wrong with him again.

When he got home, the fat man was smoking at the door, with four or five cigarette butts already lying at his feet.

"Fat man! I'm back!"

In order not to worry the fat man, Wuxie reluctantly ran over: "My sister-in-law is pregnant, and you still smoke!"

Fatty: "Look at you like that. You run like a little duck and walk. Where are you injured? Fatty, I know I can't trust you. Don't go play by yourself next time. When I told the little brother, the little brother had a dark face. It’s so scary that I won’t be able to find you anymore.”

Wuxie looked back at Zhang Qiling, who was standing quietly behind him, "Oh, I'm unlucky at the moment, who knew I might meet a puppet! I'm not a big problem, don't worry, besides, there are always Someone named Zhang is following me."

The fat man grunted twice, still a little dissatisfied. He was also startled. He thought it was a small fight, but he didn't expect that there was a puppet.

Wuxie could only say that he was hungry, so Fatty let him go to prepare a meal.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wuxie took off his shirt and lay on the bed, asking his brother to apply medicine to him.

The fat man knew his virtues and had followed him quietly. When he took off his clothes, he was startled. Wu Xie's entire back was covered in dense bruises, as if he had been bitten by something.

The boy was obviously in a bad mood. He frowned and spread the ointment in his palm and applied it little by little.

The fat man sighed and prepared to make some medicinal food to supplement the young master's health.

After applying the medicine, Wuxie took the initiative to go to the kitchen to help. The herbs were used in vain. The fat man felt a little distressed and said: "My young master, don't mess with it. Go and ask the little brother to come in and help. He's done it." are better than you."