Chapter 211 Citi and Son

211 Chiti's father and son

The old man walked over sadly and picked up his son, kissed him and asked, "Does it hurt to fall?" The child was so fond of it that he gently touched his father's face with his little hand, opened his rosy lips, and said with an indescribable tender voice, "It's okay, Dad, it doesn't hurt."

The old man said, "Well, now the big play is on. Before the performance, the old man has something to say to everyone."

The old man's long-long drama didn't start. Lei Ming began to be impatient and said, "It's really troublesome. After such a long time, except for a relatively cute child who danced twice, there really nothing."

Nan Li said, "It's all like this. Don't worry, let's look down."

The old man continued: "We have performed here twice. Many people know that the danger of this performance is very high. In case there is a mistake, I am such a son at such an old age. I hope you can support me on more blind dates. The rewards you gave me in the first two times are really too few. It's barely enough for us to eat and stay in the restaurant. Dear villagers, it seems that we are taking our lives to eat, and we will give more rewards.

The old man looked around and said, "I won't say more nonsense, son."

The child, hey, answered, and the old man said, "Let's start."

"Okay, Dad." The child answered clearly.

The old man quickly walked to the weapon shelf and reached out to take a single knife and came to the child who was already waiting on the yellow cloth. He grabbed a child's arm. His hand fell with a sharp click, and cut off the child's arm directly from his shoulder.

The crowd exclaimed first, but then the sound of a quiet needle falling to the ground could be heard.

Seeing that the child did not reveal a painful look, let alone screaming, on the contrary, he had a solemn look. His arm was cut off by the old man. The strange thing was that the wound was clear at a glance except for seeing a white blood and no drop of blood. The white rubbed bones and snow-white muscles were clear.

Many people couldn't bear to turn their heads at the cruel scene and roared, "Wow, damn it, I really cut it down."

The old man walked to everyone with his cut arm and raised the other end of his hand for them to look at one by one. Lei Ming touched it and came back and said, "It's true, it's true."

The old man let everyone see it, walked back and carefully put the broken limb back into the box, and pulled his son to the crowd to check the wound. Many people went up to check it. When he walked to Lei Ming, Lei Ming pulled the child and asked sadly, "Does it hurt?"

The child nodded silently, which seemed to be gritting his teeth and enduring some kind of pain. The old man said, "Anyone of you can come and see and touch him, but only one thing is that you can't touch the wound, so that the little old man will be exhausted."

At this time, someone said, "The 80% of what you cut down is a fake handle. I've watched your performance twice, and I don't believe it's true!"

After hearing this, the old man couldn't tell the difference. He pulled his youngest son to the man and said, "What this big brother said makes sense. I believe many people present have this idea."

With that, he came to the center of the venue, put the knife on the box, came to the crowd, and arched his hand and said, "The old man wants to invite a witness to confirm whether the cut arm is true or false. He will give everyone an explanation, otherwise he will chop back for eating with the money you reward. The one is willing to go up. Come on, it's better to be someone you are familiar with, so as not to say that you are invited. In the partnership, please come up and help.

After a burst of bustling discussion among the people present, a man was pushed out by everyone and said, "Liu Laosi, you are the clerk of the tea house. We all know you. Go and check it out to see if it's a real arm."

Liu Laosi walked around and wanted to find a gap in the crowd to drill back, but no matter where he walked, he was pushed back. The old man came over and said, "You don't have to be afraid. Just see if it's a real arm."

Lao Liu Laosi came to the child and said, "Exer your other arm to move and show it to all uncles, aunts, grandparents."

After shaking the remaining arm up and down for a while, the child clenched his fist and stretched out his hand to show everyone.

Then the old man said: Let's take a look. Is it a real arm? There are many good people in the crowd shouting, "We saw it. It's true."

The old man pulled Liu Laoshi and his son to the crowd again and said, "Son, show them twice."

After that, he said to Liu Laosi, "You grab his arm."

Liu Laoshi hesitated for a long time, and the shouting in the crowd had already remembered. Liu Laoshi should not be a bastard. Hurry up. Liu Laoshi had no choice but to grab the child's wrist.

The old man said, "My son will do it and see if it's true." The child moved his hand again, and one of the children's small hands was still moving in Liu Laosi's iron-like palm.

At this time, the old man sank his face and said, "Hold on."

After saying that, with the single knife he took in his hand at some point, he waved his hand and clicked, and his whole arm came to Liu Laoshi's hand and separated from the child's shoulder.

Liu Laoshi screamed and was about to throw away the arm in his hand. The old man quickly grabbed Liu Laoshi's wrist and said, "What do you want to do? Do you want our lives?"

The old man reached out and grabbed his son's arm and said, "Now everyone believes it's true?" Then he carefully picked up his son with two arms and returned to the center of the field without talking nonsense.

After a few white knife lights flashed, it stuck, clicked, clicked.

The two legs were cut off, and finally the head was cut off by the old man. After putting his legs in the box, he took his son's head and walked around the field. Finally, he put the head into the box and closed the lid.

After the old man raised the gong and collected the money along the crowd, he patted the box with his hand and said, "Come out and meet everyone. Don't thank you for your reward!"

half-rang, and the box did not move. The old man was not in a hurry. He patted the box hard and said, "Are you still embarrassed to meet everyone? It's okay. Come out quickly. Are we still waiting for the reward?

There was still no movement inside. The old man felt something wrong. He quickly opened the box and picked up the head and took a look. He saw that there was already blood on the wound. He immediately put the head back, knelt down on the field with a plop, kowtowed his head hard, thumping... I don't know how many times he knocked before he raised his head. There is already a piece of flesh and blood on the forehead.

The old man burst into tears and said sadly, "The little old man came to you for the first time and took a bite of food in a piece of treasure. I don't know if there is a place that doesn't violate the rules, which offend the senior. I hope you please raise your hand and let us live together. The little old man kowtows to you again." Dong Dong Dong Dong, another burst of fierce thmbling.

When he raised his head again, he could already see the bones of the white flowers. He said in the old and sad voice, "We have been educated this time. Your excellency will let us go. Please take the fly in your hand and me when I connect my broken arm. At the same time, please connect the arm and connect the fly's arm, and the joint skull also asks you to put the fly's head on the fly's body. I remember this lesson and will never set foot on this land again. Anyway, please raise your hand, woo, woo."

The old man's crying touched all the people. He cried like rain. Everyone who cried was heartbroken and turned back to his intestines for a long time. After a long time, the old man returned to the side of the box, opened the box, took out the child's body first, and sobbed and said, "I hope the senior master please leave a child's life. Without a son, the old man I'll die here too, woo-woo, woo."

In his crying, the old man picked up an arm, and a lot of blood oozed out of the knife of his arm. He took his arm and pointed it at his body and said, "The little old man held the left arm in his hand."

It seemed that the old man's pleading and crying moved a tall man in his mouth. After his arms and body were paired, he waited for a moment, and the wound immediately disappeared.

The arms and the body were completely matched. The next two thighs, the right arm, and finally the head, but the head could not be installed. After another crazy kowtow, the old man bitterly pleaded for thanks and tried to install it again, but to no result.

The wound on his head had begun to drip a lot of blood. The old man knelt on his knees and begged to kowt in all directions until the end, even his face could not see what it looked like.

At first, people around him thought he was performing, but later they all saw that something was wrong and showed sympathy. They even helped the old man and pleaded with the master who didn't know who he was.

The old man's crying and violent kowtodding have made him unable to stand up. He cried and said, "The time for the prohibition is coming. Please let go of this child. This is the last time for the old man to connect his skull. You can do it. If not, the old man can only die here with his son. Please The villagers helped us collect the bodies, which is also considered that you didn't see ours dedication in vain. With that, he pressed his head towards his body.

In such a sad and continuous kowtow to the so-called master, the unknown master seemed to be moved by such a scene and let them go.

, let them go.

Seeing that in the cranial joint, the blood stains on the edge of the wound instantly came into the gap, the wound healed in the blink of an eye, and a lively child appeared in front of everyone.