Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 490 His life is a joke!
The battle lasted all night, until the Qilin Guards arrived and wiped out all the enemies, until the people in the boat woke up after the effects of the medicine wore off.

Wei Shu finally sent a sword into the enemy's chest and cut the blue-eyed man to his feet, but he also suffered injuries all over.

Taking one of the medicine Yu Qinghuan left for him, he leaned on the deck and smiled weakly and self-deprecatingly.

A Kun came to report: "Master, all the people from Northern Qi have been wiped out by us. When my subordinates checked the passenger ship, the boss of the ship said that there were two people missing, a woman about thirteen or fourteen years old, and a child who looked to be only five or six years old. .”

Wei Shu vomited a mouthful of blood foam: "Women? Children? Is anyone going to fish for it? If no one takes the initiative to ask for help, then find a free room and help me in to treat the injury."

The implication is that these two people may have fallen into the river and died. If you want to fish them out, you can fish them out. Anyway, the commander of his guard has just fought hard with his life against the enemy's spies, and now he is covered with injuries and needs to rest. .

The subordinates quickly went to clean up the room, and some of them controlled everyone on the ship and checked their identities, hoping to find out among these people the reason why the Northern Qi people were here.

Akun, on the other hand, helped Wei Shu enter the house where Yu Qinghuan and the others had just stayed.

"Master..." When A'kun took off Wei Shu's shirt, the old and new wounds all over his body were shocking and made A'kun's eyes red. "You have added a few more wounds. Now you are all good." there is none left."

Wei Shu entered the room, showing signs of weakness due to his physical condition, with a haggard face and a layer of white foam on his lips, like a frosted plant.

He said nonchalantly: "A man is handsome only if he has scars."

A-Kun took a deep breath and said, "Master, you...you must also take good care of yourself."

Wei Shu said: "Don't worry! I can't die. I've died so many times in the past few years. This small injury is nothing. It doesn't hurt my heart and lungs. I just need to recover from the external injuries. It doesn't matter."

Akun took Qilinwei's medicine bag, which contained emergency medicine for treating external and internal injuries. He treated Weishu's wounds carefully. Finally, he said distressedly: "Master, please drive the boat faster and go find it quickly." The doctor will show it to you."

Wei Shu took out the small bottle that Yu Qinghuan gave him and said nonchalantly: "It's okay. I have medicine. I just took one. Didn't you notice that the blood stopped flowing?"

A'kun felt that his master seemed to be too optimistic, as if he was pretending to be relaxed and hiding something.

He did not prick it, but carefully disinfected and bandaged Wei Shu, and sprinkled golden sore medicine on it. Then he cleaned up the rotten flesh on Wei Shu's buttocks, reapplied the medicine, and then retreated to the door to wait. Disturb Wei Shu.

Wei Shu turned his head vigorously and glanced behind him, pulling at the wound on his body. The pain made him grin, but the only place on his body that was covered with the most gauze was his buttocks.

Akun wished he could wrap more than ten feet of gauze around him and wrap his buttocks into a rice dumpling. At first glance, he thought it was a giant prickly moth.

Wei Shu raised his lips: "Fortunately, it's my butt. If it was hurt on my face, I'm afraid I won't be able to get a wife."

His eyes gradually dimmed, and his long eyelashes slowly fell, casting a shadow under his eyes.

That expression looked like crying and laughing at the same time. It was really ugly.

"Yu'er... Yu'er... little fox... why am I unhappy when I know you are my sister?"

He suddenly felt that the medicine bottle in his hand was so dazzling that he did not dare to look directly at it, so he simply threw the medicine bottle aside and lay on the bed in a daze.

Gradually, his expression became distorted and sad again.

"Hahaha……"

So funny, so funny!
Wei Shu's life was like a joke. Not only did he miss a married woman, he actually fell in love with his sister. How should he face this ugly self?How to face Yu'er who may know his dirty heart?
Why is it my sister!His love, this uncontrollable affection, this deep love, as long as it is secretly hidden in his heart, has nothing to do with anyone.He would rather lick his wounds alone than influence anyone.

He can be so humble for the rest of his life!

but why?
Why did God tease him like this?
Can't we just let him die?
How could he describe the mixed emotions in his heart at this moment?

How can he let himself go and suppress the shame that makes him want to beat himself to death?

How can he get rid of these dirty thoughts in his heart...

Finally, Wei Shu's eyes fell involuntarily on the small bottle. Perhaps the white porcelain bottle was so pure and flawless that it actually hurt his eyes.

He raised his hands and covered his eyes, but two lines of crystal tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

They say that men don’t shed tears lightly, but they haven’t reached the sad point yet. He is really sad...

Finally, Wei Shu laughed a few more times, forcing back tears. He put away the medicine bottle again and said mockingly: "Wait for you, I'll just wait for you to come back, Yu'er..."

He can no longer call her little fox, so he will let this fox live in his heart forever. He will close the door of his heart and never let this fox out.

In this way, he lost something precious forever. He was so caught off guard that he didn't even make preparations to say goodbye. When he came to his senses, nothing was left.

A mouthful of blood spurted out. Wei Shu wiped the corners of his mouth, but the corners of his eyes became wet again.

He clutched his chest, and the look on his face was heartbreaking.

Listening to the crying and laughing voice, A-Kun wiped away her tears in dissatisfaction.

He has been with his master for more than ten years. He has seen how his master has lived these years. Which man would bear such a heavy fate?What man would be in such a funny situation?
Which man can make people feel so distressed?

What happened here did not affect the busy Qilin Guards. They were performing their duties, counting the number of enemies killed, and cutting off the blue-eyed man's head, putting it in a box and preparing to take it to the capital for business.

Everyone on the boat was very scared and didn't dare to make any noise for fear of disturbing the missionary's work.

A man was leaning against the wall panel, looking through the window at the purple-clad guards coming and going outside.

"The girl is pretty good, and the boy is pretty good too. Could it be that God has some foresight and allowed me to find someone to inherit the mantle? But let's take a look!"

The man was in his thirties or forties, with a plain face, but his eyes were clear and clear, like a high-altitude god looking at mortals like ants, with an expression that looked down on the world, so loving and so ruthless.

Everyone on this ship knows him, but they don't know the real him.

He was the waiter on the boat that took in customers at the dock, and he was also the person who the Northern Qi Dynasty sent the strongest killer to hunt down even if it alarmed the Great Qin Dynasty.

His name is Baili Wuxiang.

(End of this chapter)