Cut Frost

Chapter 1 1. Old illness, life and death stimulate the heart

Don't you mean to forget me?Be sure to forget to cleanly...

I will forget you too.

In the city of eternal memory, I will forget you and everything, forever...

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1. Old disease, life and death stimulate the heart

The heavy wooden door creaked hoarsely,
A five-year-old boy was pushed inside.

The door closed immediately, and an iron lock tightly locked the only exit.

The light in the room was extremely dim, and the hungry eyes of the two wild wolves shone with a faint green light in the darkness. Their sensitive noses immediately smelled the smell of fresh human flesh, and they swooped up in the blink of an eye!

The little boy instinctively waved the cane in his hand,

A dazzling red light in the darkness swept towards one of the hungry wolves,
The wolf immediately fell to the ground.

Yet another hungry wolf pounced on him and bit him tightly on his left arm.
The small room was immediately filled with the bloody smell that made hungry wolves go crazy...

An hour later, the locked door opened.

The thin and small figure slowly crawled out, covered in blood.

Two hungry wolves lay in the house, and one wolf's neck was twisted upside down.

He still held the cane tightly in his hand.

The cane was already stained with blood, and the head of the stick was carved with a white-haired and long-bearded ape face, but the eyes on the ape's face were as red as blazing flames, and it looked particularly dazzling and dazzling in the dripping blood...

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The spring breeze is in full swing, and the mountains are as deep as the sea.

Clouds flow like silk in the blue sky, and layers of greenery flow in the breeze.

The warm spring sun is pouring on the roof garden.

The tall plane trees in front of the window whispered in the gentle breeze, casting mottled light and shadow on the carved window lattice.

A man in a white shirt was sitting at the desk by the window, reading the scroll in his hand.

The eyebrows are thick, the eyes are deep, the nose is straight, and the mouth is square.

Although he just sat indifferently, he naturally exuded a majestic momentum, not angry and arrogant.

His broad snow-white gown was embroidered with cyan pine branches, vigorous and awe-inspiring.

It's just that his face is abnormally pale.

It was as pale as the last cloud in the autumn sun.

On the porch outside the window, a man in his 40s was cleaning the fallen leaves with a broom.

His movements were extremely light, as if he was afraid that the slight sound would disturb the people in the window.

Suddenly, there were two sounds of "dong" and "da" in the house.

The man was startled, and immediately dropped the broom in his hand and ran into the door.

I saw a scroll fell to the ground, and the man in white shirt who was sitting in front of the window just now lay down on the table, his hands clenched tightly on the edge of the table with blue veins, his throat squeezed out a painful growl after another, and his face was full of pain. Big drops of sweat rolled on it.

"Your Highness!" the cleaning man called loudly.

The sound of hurried footsteps immediately resounded in the courtyard, which had been silent for days.

Three men rushed to the scene, and they were also in their 40s.

All the people in the village, no matter what is important at this moment, are no longer important, and they are all gathered around the Lord.

"No, how is your lord?" The three of them were still some distance from the door, and they had already asked loudly.

At this time, the cleaning man who was the first to enter the house hurriedly replied, "Your Highness has an old illness."

Seeing the three of them come in, he immediately said to one of the men with a long face and weak feet, "Zheng De, open the door quickly!"

At this time, the lord was sweating like rain, panting low, his face white as paper, and his lips dark.

Mo Xing said, he has already picked up the Honored Master and walked out of the door, while saying to the other two men: "Yixing, secret listening, you also hurry up!"

Zheng De rushed out the door in front, turned to a room on the left, took out a slender golden key, quickly opened the door, and stepped inside.

Yu Xing and An Ting immediately went out the door and turned to the veranda on the right and ran quickly.

Mo Xing hugged the Honored Lord and followed Zheng De's feet into the house.

There is a large wooden bucket for bathing in the room, and Zheng De has opened the big lid on it.

Don't put the Venerable Lord gently into the big wooden barrel.

The Lord's hands tightly grasped the edge of the wooden barrel, and he kept roaring in pain.

The barrel does not look very old, but the edges are already covered with overlapping, deep and shallow palm prints and finger marks.

Secretly listened to the hot water and put it in a huge wooden bucket, two circles bigger than his entire body.

Yu Xing also followed with a huge wooden bucket, which was also filled with steaming water.

The water did not seem to be ordinary water.

It was slightly green, and faintly black, and it was exuding a strong herbal smell.

Mo Xing had already removed all the clothes on the Lord's body, and Yu Xing and An Ting slowly poured the potion they brought into the big wooden barrel.

Zheng De helped Mo Xing to hold the Honored Lord to prevent him from falling.

Although their actions were extremely swift, they were orderly and methodical, and they were already familiar with them.

The potion spread all the way to the shoulders of the Lord, and the steaming heat wrapped him tightly.

After about a stick of incense, the lord finally stopped his painful roar, but he had already lost consciousness and closed his eyes.

An Ting and Yu Xing scooped out two large buckets of potion from the barrel, Mo Xing and Zheng De supported the Lord and let him sit down in the barrel.

Added some new hot potions to the barrel.

The Honored Lord was half lying in the wooden barrel, the potion did not reach his chest, and the steaming mist surrounded him heavily.

Mo Xing looked worriedly at the pale face of the lord in the mist, and said, "I don't know what happened to You Jue, did you get the snake gall."

Several other people also looked nervously at the lord in the mist.

Such a situation will repeat itself every once in a while.

It used to happen every two or three years, then it happened every other year, and then it happened every half a year.

In recent years, it has been shortened to once every three months.

And every time the Lord wakes up, the time becomes longer and longer.

Everyone's heart is getting more and more nervous,
Because every time, it could be the last time.

So they never dared to relax in the slightest, in order to let him live again...

"You Jue, you must get the snake gallbladder back!" Several people said in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)