Master milk me

Zhang Yanqing was startled, glanced into the room, and frowned deeply.The little old man in the room was gone, and he had been sitting there before.

Honeysuckle seemed to guess what he was thinking, smiled, and said: "My father is not feeling well today, so he went to sleep first. He just fell asleep."

"..." Zhang Yanqing didn't speak, just stood there looking at her.

Honeysuckle lowered her head shyly, bit her lip, and said embarrassedly: "Doctor...you...why are you looking at me like this?"

Zhang Yanqing's sharp lips pressed down, "It's nothing."

After saying that, he turned and returned to the carriage.

Looking at his leaving back, Honeysuckle raised her hand, bit her thumb, her smile deepened.

Not long after, someone brought the child who had recovered to normal, and thanked Zhang Yanqing in tears: "Thank you doctor... If it wasn't for the doctor, my child might have died in it... If he died, I, a mother, would have died in it." I can only follow and die..."

It was the child's mother who was crying.

She sincerely thanked him.

Zhang Yanqing's heavy eyebrows relaxed a little, touched her child's head, and said warmly: "It's okay." She said, looking down at the child.The child was clutching a handful of sour plums.

Zhang Yanqing stared at the sour plum in his hand, thoughtfully: "The two things are too powerful to counteract poison, you should let him rest more..."

The woman nodded again and again: "He is sleeping very well now, and there is no sign of fever before."

Zhang Yanqing: "Well. Don't worry, it's getting better."

"How about it..." The woman looked at him gratefully: "My family's dinner is ready. It's not a feast of fish and meat, but it's not particularly bad. To express our gratitude, why don't the doctor go to the bar with us? "

Xiaocun Xiaoluo is like this, he likes to invite people to drink for big and small matters.Zhang Yanqing naturally didn't want to, and was about to shake her head to refuse, when she heard a soft voice:

"Hey... can you give me one." A small slap stretched out from behind: "I want to eat that... sour plum..."

Longlong hides behind him, drooling with greed.

Zhang Yanqing's cold eyes gradually softened, he looked at the woman, and changed his words: "There's no need to eat. If it's okay...can I ask you for some sour plums?"

"Sour plums?" The woman was taken aback, nodded with a smile, and walked back holding her child Shanyu's hand: "My family has it! Children love this! I'll go get it for the doctor!"

Zhang Yanqing: "Then... it's time for me."

The sour plums they gave came, a jar full, and the milk dumplings were happy.With a can of sour plums, Shizun didn't want it anymore, Zhang Yanqing called it several times but it didn't respond.

Longlong sat on the roof of the carriage shaking his legs, raised his face, stared at the stars in the night sky and smiled: "It's so sour..."

The evening wind in April blows gently, blowing warmly on the face.The milk dumpling fell down along the big characters of the breeze, thinking of something, hehe giggled.

This feels so good...

It's like going back to Qingqing's childhood.

That's how Qingqing lay on the roof with it to watch the stars, and even caught a lot of game for it to eat. Even if it was eaten raw, his mouth would be full of blood, and he would not be afraid.

"Long'er..." A voice came from inside the carriage.

It blinked, recovered its senses, jumped down with the sour plum jar in its arms, wagged its tail and got into Zhang Yanqing's arms, rubbed its nose, and replied foolishly: "Qingqing!"

Zhang Yanqing picked it up, squeezed its face, and said warmly: "What are you smirking on the top of the carriage? You laughed so hard that the carriage shook."

It answered honestly: "I think of the time when I counted the stars with Qingqing."

"Before?" These two words are intriguing.

Zhang Yanqing thought about it seriously, he had always resisted Longlong before, at that time he was eager to kill it, and wanted to get angry when he saw it, so how could he watch the stars with it.

"When did you say that?" Zhang Yanqing asked.

Longlong raised his small face: "When Qingqing was young."

"You and I..." Zhang Yanqing looked at it suspiciously: "We knew each other when we were children?"

"I told you before." It nodded, its eyes were extremely sincere, it didn't mean to lie, and there was no need to lie.

Because when they first met, it did say that it had been waiting for him for a long time, and that it knew him, a long, long time ago.

Zhang Yanqing lost a piece of memory.

A piece of childhood memory.

He also knew in his heart that all memories started from the moment he met Yuanrong, and everything before was blank.

Don't remember your parents, don't remember anyone.

I only remember his name: Zhang Yanqing.

After seven days of peace, he also tried to find that memory, trying to learn everything about Longlong from that memory.

But Yuanrong told him that he had chosen to forget that memory, and there was nothing external could do except for him to remember it.

"Huh...huh..." The milk dumpling in his arms fell asleep.

Zhang Yanqing picked up the coat that was left aside, put it on it, and wrapped it tighter: I don't know why, for the shape of the dragon, he prefers the current larva

Small one, not heavy to hold.

Just holding it makes him feel inexplicably at ease.

"Long'er..." He called it hoarsely, his eyes were rippling with tenderness like water, even too tender, sweet and greasy, maybe he didn't know it.

"Hmm... Qingqing..." Grandma Nai Tuanzi in her arms murmured in her dream, stretched out her little hand to tightly hold his collar, lowered her head, and fell asleep again.

I don't know what I dreamed of.

With a sweet smile, she called him: "Brother..."

The next day, the teenagers exploded.

Everyone's body was extremely itchy, and when they scratched their nails, countless small flower buds grew out of their skin, a piece of bright red.

Shen Donglan peeled off the flower buds on her body, with a disgusted expression on her face, she said anxiously: "What's going on? Didn't we drink the blood of Master? Why are flowers growing on our bodies..."

Fu Xiaosi shook his head: "I don't know either."

"What's the noise?" Zhang Yanqing heard the voice coming.

The teenagers gathered around one after another, crying: "Master... we have long jade flowers on our bodies. Look, we have flowers on our backs and waists..."

As they spoke, they took off their upper body clothes one by one.

Sure enough, there was a bright red patch on the back and waist, and the scary thing was that it was still spreading in a large area.

Zhang Yanqing took a glance, frowned tightly, looked at the buds on the boys' bodies, and fell into deep thought.

Why did it suddenly become like this?Obviously already drank his blood?How could it happen so fast?Could it be that his blood has failed?

Thinking, he bit his index finger with his teeth, squeezed out the blood, and dripped the oozing blood onto the ground.

The bright red blood seeped into the dry and cracked soil, and there was no news.Usually, it only takes a few drops of his blood to revitalize rotten wood and revitalize dead soil.

Could it be that there is a problem with blood?

failed?how could be?

Zhang Yanqing was in shock.

Coincidentally, Honeysuckle came with a few villagers. It seemed that she wanted to take him to the barren hills to treat children, and even prepared lunch boxes.

But when they ran into the shirtless teenagers, their friendly expressions suddenly changed, and each of them opened their mouths in surprise, as if they could swallow a cow.

"you……!"

Zhang Yanqing blocked Fu Xiaosi back, and looked at the villagers vigilantly.

Those few villagers didn't even want the lunch box, just threw it on the spot as if they saw some terrible monster, and ran away like crazy.

"Tell everyone! Those people are infected with flower plague!"

"Hurry up and wrap yourself up!"

They ran away screaming, and the honeysuckle beside them couldn't stop them.

Zhang Yanqing looked a little deeper, turned around, and said to the boys: "Go back to the carriage, and don't come out when you hear anything." Then she looked at Fu Xiaosi: "Come with me."

"Okay..." Fu Xiaosi stood behind him, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked worriedly, "Master... are you okay?"

Everything happened by coincidence, and even he noticed that something was wrong.How could they all be recruited, if they want to come, the disease will come from the mouth...

Could it be that someone wanted to kill them?

He looked at Honeysuckle in surprise. The only thing they ate together recently was the glutinous rice porridge made by Honeysuckle.

But there was nothing unusual about Honeysuckle's expression.She seemed very worried about them, and kept stomping her feet and muttering: "What should I do...God...how could this happen..."

It doesn't look like it's fake either.

The sleeves in his hands fell off, and Fu Xiaosi looked at Zhang Yanqing, and saw him turn around and go to the carriage where the medicinal herbs were stored.

He also followed and asked, "Master... is there someone who wants to harm us?"

Zhang Yanqing rummaged through the pile of herbs: "It's not the time to talk about this. Hurry up and boil the remaining Earth Underworld Grass for your juniors to take."

Fu Xiaosi was startled: "Then...then...what about those children?"

"..." Zhang Yanqing didn't speak, but silently took out the last pack of Earth Underworld Grass and stuffed it into his arms.

"Master, I'm fine." As soon as he said he was fine, flowers began to grow on Fu Xiaosi's neck, and the disgusting fragrance was so strong that he could smell it ten miles away.

"Don't care about so much." Zhang Yanqing's eyes darkened again, he was very calm, so calm that he was afraid: "Yuronghua's poison has spread all over the body, and nothing can be saved. You can't make it back to Mount Shu."

Both sides are fate, Zhang Yanqing chose them.

It is without hesitation.

Fu Xiaosi was even a little surprised.

"Master..." He lowered his head in embarrassment: "Yesterday I promised Xiao Qi... the one who will save him... is that child who is dying..."

Zhang Yanqing didn't speak, took the medicine from his bosom and prepared to suffer.

Fu Xiaosi cried out to him, "Master!"

At this time, more than a dozen teenagers stood behind him at some point, all of them looked at him with red eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Master..."

Zhang Yanqing was a little angry, and she put her hands together: "How about it? Can't it be the opposite of what you want?"

They looked at me and I looked at you, and finally knelt down together, "I'm sorry, Master...you give up on us...we are not afraid of death, save those children first..."

"Get out of the way." Two cold words.

"Master, I know you are good to us. But...there is fate..."

"..." Zhang Yanqing fell silent.

Fu Xiaosi blinked his tear-filled eyes: "You have taught us to be kind since we were young... Now, we can experience it. If we fail to experience it... that is the disaster we deserve."

"..." Zhang Yanqing sighed heavily.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from not far away.In the dark woods, a group of hooded villagers came.

All the visitors are not good.

"Hurry up and hand over the remaining medicine! Hand over all the medicines for treating flower plague!" He came forward and shouted aggressively.

Zhang Yanqing turned around, narrowed her eyes dangerously, the cold air radiating from her body directly blocked them a few meters away, and she dared not go forward.

Those people insisted: "If you don't hand it over, don't blame us for being rude! We already know that there are not many herbs in your carriage!"

"Let you wrap your body on the mountain and don't listen! Don't blame us for being ruthless now that you are infected with flower plague!"

"Master..." Fu Xiaosi shrank behind Zhang Yanqing in fear.

Zhang Yanqing turned around, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Take the brothers and sisters to avoid it, and don't come out if you hear any strange sounds."

"Master, can you do it? Those people..." Fu Xiaosi swallowed nervously: "They don't look like good people..."

Zhang Yanqing turned her face sideways, her long eyelashes were trembling, and her emotions became agitated unconsciously, "From the first step of stepping here, no one is innocent."

*

"Sister, what are you laughing at?"

The sudden sound startled Honeysuckle.She looked up, and saw a young boy with a tail and horns sitting on the roof of her house, wagging his legs playfully.

It tilted its head, resting its chin on its hands, and said with a smile, "Do you think you're very smart? With just a random seed, all those idiots will fall for it?"

She smiled: "You know."

"The porridge you made is so fragrant...it's so fragrant that I can't help but feel sick." After a pause, I really made a retching movement, "They also have...the most annoying smell. That smell , I will never forget it for the rest of my life."

"Hmph..." Honeysuckle broke into a sinister smile: "It's too late to find out. I don't believe that the doctor can just watch a group of his disciples die."

Longlong set his sights on a group of noisy villagers, and his smile deepened: "Then you have to thank me."

She looked at it with disdain: "Thank you for what?"

It brought out a bowl of freshly warmed spicy rabbit meat from behind, and ate it unceremoniously, "Thank me for helping you."

Honeysuckle squinted her eyes and asked tentatively, "You want to kill them too? Kill your accomplice?"

"That's not it."

"Then why did you help me?"

"Aren't those people damned?"

It was right, it was all damned.Honeysuckle lowered her eyes and stared at it vigilantly: "What else do you know?"

"I'm not interested in your affairs. Those people should go to hell..." Its playful eyes were tightly stuck to Zhang Yanqing's body, and it curled its lips into a smile: "Of course, my Qingqing will never let you go of."

Honeysuckle said angrily: "Why? I didn't want to harm them, I just wanted to kill those who hurt me."

Longlong threw the bowl in his hand, covered his aching stomach, glanced at her, and said with an evil smile: "Who told you to make me unhappy..."

After saying that, with that weird smile on it, under the surprised gaze of Honeysuckle, it fell limply off the roof.