The world's number one shadow guard

seven years ago.

Zhao Dabao stepped into the main hall of Qingjiabao for the first time. The hall was as luxurious and spacious as a palace. Standing in the empty hall, Zhao Dabao felt that the surroundings were gloomy and he could not see his head, only his feet could be seen. The side of the distance.

"Are you the only descendant of the God of Medicine?" The cold voice of the person sitting on the main seat in the hall made Zhao Dabao, who was standing with his head bowed, feel as if he had been splashed by a spring of ice, and his whole body trembled.The owner of Qingjiabao is so intimidating that he dare not even raise his head.

"I am." Zhao Dabao muttered.

"Save my son, he's not going to live, and you don't have to." The castle owner Qing Yunzong's tone was emotionless, but the content was really scary.

Zhao Dabao felt dizzy, oh my god, castle master, why don't you just kill me directly!

So he was taken to Fifth Young Master's room in a daze, and saw the dying young man on the bed with his eyes closed. The young man was born extremely beautiful, but his face was pale and ashen, and blood kept spilling from his mouth.

Zhao Dabao was told that the fifth young master had been poisoned by the most poisonous poison - "Heaven Bites the Heart of the Orchid".

That boy is only 12 years old, what a pity.A trace of pity flashed in Zhao Dabao's eyes. He sat on the bedside, stretched out his hand to stroke the young man's black hair, and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you." If Fifth Young Master died, the Castle Master would let him be buried with him.

"My father wants to kill you?" The young man suddenly opened his eyes, those eyes that were like stars in the dark night lit up Zhao Dabao's eyes in an instant - how beautiful this child's eyes are!What a poor child!

"I've been poisoned by the heart of the orchid." The young man paused for a moment, and it was obvious that even talking was extremely laborious, "I used my kung fu to temporarily suppress the poison, and you come to help me detoxify. I will explain the method to you. "

At that moment, Zhao Dabao felt that he would never be able to break away from this boy for the rest of his life.

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Half a month later, Qing Wu finally struggled back from the death line, his life was saved, but his legs were crippled.

For half a month, the boy sat in the recliner without speaking.

Zhao Dabao didn't know what to do, he said a lot, but the boy didn't know if he listened.

Time seemed to freeze around him.

On that day, Zhao Dabao went out to buy some items, so he handed the Fifth Young Master to the care of his servants.But as soon as he left, Qing Wu dismissed all the servants and sat silently on a reclining chair in the courtyard. There was a stone table next to him, and there was medicinal tea on the stone table.

Qing Wu picked up the herbal tea and stared at the pond, watching the birds land on the edge of the pond, jumping up and down.

Suddenly, a trace of irritability came to my heart.

leg,

No strength at all.

He gritted his teeth, and suddenly smashed the teacup in his hand hard towards the pond, causing the tea to ripple.

The clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds at this moment, and after a while, raindrops drifted down.

Qing Wu's throat twitched, he struggled in his heart, and finally called out: "Come here."

Somebody, get me into the house.Qing Wu swallowed those words back.

In no mood!I don't want to just be like a piece of trash!He frowned tightly.

I don't know if it's because the nearby servants have something to leave for a while, and they didn't respond to Qing Wu's call.

It rained more and more.Qing Wu sat alone in the rain, holding the armrest of the recliner more and more tightly.

He gritted his teeth and exhausted all his strength, but his feet were lifeless and did not move at all.

Do not!

Do not!

Do not!

I can stand up!

The young man tried his best to hold on to the armrest, and with great perseverance and the strength of his waist and arms, he was able to slowly leave the reclining chair.

However, it was only a short moment, and soon, the limp feet made the body which had finally left the reclining chair lose its center of gravity, and fell heavily on the ground.

His knee hit the hard slate floor, and the pain was excruciating, but he bit his lip tightly, never uttering a moan.

There is more and more rain.

The body becomes cold.

He fell on the ground, closed his eyes, and even the breath he exhaled gradually cooled.

I don't know how long it took.

The footsteps stopped slowly in front of him.Snow-white boots, snow-white clothes.The person who came was holding an umbrella, but he didn't cover the rain for Qing Wu who fell on the ground, nor did he help him get up.There was no emotional ups and downs in his cold eyes, he just looked at his son who was lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

"Father..." Qing Wu cried out weakly.

"Do you want to lie here like a dog for the rest of your life?" Qing Yunzong said coldly, "I'll wait for you in the room and come here by myself. If you can't make it through, you'll just die there like a waste!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around and entered the room, without even looking at him again.

Qing Wu gritted his teeth, stretched out his fingers, which had been soaked in the cold rain, and barely felt them, and slowly grabbed the gap in the stone floor in front, dragging his body desperately.

His body has only just come back from the brink of life and death, and his physique is still weak, not to mention that after falling down and drenched in winter rain for so long, he is already angry, but he is stubborn and refuses to give up, just dragging his weakness The painful body moved forward inch by inch.

His hands were shaking so badly that he was actually unconscious. His fingers were red and swollen, covered with mud, and his nails were broken from scratching the edge of the smooth slate. Blood and mud mixed together.

How long?

Others are only a few dozen steps away, how long has he been climbing?

When he held the threshold tightly with bloody hands, he saw the snow-colored clothes at the door.

He tried his best to raise his head, wondering if it was because of the rain, his vision became blurred, he couldn't see his father's face clearly, his ears were buzzing, but he could still hear his father's always cold voice: " Remember, you are my son, no matter whether you are disabled or not, you cannot show weakness! In this cold world, you can only rely on yourself!"

The roar in his ears became louder and louder, his vision became more and more dizzy, and his body became colder and colder. Finally, he could no longer hear his father's words clearly, and when his eyes went dark, he was no longer unconscious.

Qing Yun looked at the young man who passed out at the door, and a trace of sadness finally climbed into his eyes.

"Shu Yun... I'm sorry... I didn't take good care of your son. He... is still disabled after all." A low sigh escaped his thin lips, "But don't worry, he is very firm."

After saying that, he bent down and picked up the boy.

When Qing Wu woke up, he saw himself lying on a big warm bed, wearing new clothes, and his fingers and knees were well bandaged.Turning his head to look, he saw Zhao Dabao with an anxious expression on his face.

"Thank you for treating me." Qing Wu smiled slightly, which immediately stunned Zhao Dabao—it's such a beautiful smile, if he grows up, this smile will definitely be overwhelming.I was so distracted that I forgot what I was going to say.

What he wanted to say was—in fact, he was blocked by the mountain rain. When he came back, Qing Wu had already been resettled. He didn't know how Qing Wu made it like this. He asked his servants and left without authorization. The servants are also inexplicable.

Who took good care of Qing Wu?

Perhaps some servant who happened to be passing by.

Zhao Dabao thought to himself.

Qing Wu looked at the dazed Zhao Dabao, and couldn't help but return to his dream during his coma.

In the dream, it seemed that someone caressed his face and said in a low voice, "You really look like him."

Then there was a long sigh.

It was so sad.