Chapter 20 Going Home

The flying speed of the red finch is extremely fast. In a moment, it came to the adult monument outside Luofan Town. Because the body of the red finch is too big, it will be very inconvenient to land in the town. Wu Xiao ordered the red finch to stop outside the town and explain a few words to the red finch to let it move freely. The red finch whispered to Wu Xiao twice and flew to the distance.

The sun curtain drooped, and it was another golden dusk. When Zhao Qianyang and others came to Luofan Town, someone came to ask about the sweep. Zhao Qianyang and Li Yi didn't know much, but they didn't hide anything. They couldn't hide anything. However, when the townspeople saw the black scales on Zhao Qianyang's body, their eyes There was a faint burst of disgust and avoidance in the gods. Zhao Qianyang snorted coldly, ignored their eyes, and strode away.

Li Yi separated from Zhao Qianyang at an intersection. Wu Xiao kept looking at the buildings of the town, which seemed to evoke memories from a long time ago. For a while, he was silent and then smiled bitterly. Zhao Qianyang was very puzzled.

Zhao's father sat on the chair, looked out of the door from time to time, and his hands kept tapping on the table. Only a few people returned from the town this time, and the rest seemed to have disappeared out of thin air without any sound. Zhao's mother went out to find out about the situation again. The two of them didn't even eat lunch, and things always seemed to be a little strange. Zhao's father patted his leg with hatred. He was a lame and inconvenient to walk around. On the contrary, Zhao's mother was busy with shame and chagrin.

"Dad, I'm back." A very familiar voice came from outside. Zhao's father quickly stood up with his chair and limped out of the door.

Two men outside came quickly. One was dressed in a fiery red robe, which was chic and domineering, and the other was wearing a tattered robe, and the black scales on his body reflected a pale yellow glow. These two are Zhao Qianyang and Wu Xiao.

Zhao's father came to Zhao Qianyang and said eagerly, "Yang'er, you're back. Your mother is worried about you. What's going on with you?

Zhao Qianyang scratched his head and said, "This on his body..."

"Qianyang was bitten by the shadow snake in the mountain forest and was poisoned by the snake. After a period of time, it will be fine." Zhao Qianyang didn't know how to explain it, Wu Xiao said lightly.

Zhao Qianyang looked over, and Wu Xiao looked indifferent. Her face did not blush, her breathless and her heart did not beat. He is also a master of lying.

"Oh." Zhao's father heard that Zhao Qianyang would not be dangerous again, so he put his heart down and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Yanger, don't stand outside all the time. Hurry up and invite the guests to physics.

Zhao Qianyang hurriedly said, "Brother Wu, sit down in the room and let you taste my craft tonight."

Zhao's father said, "Yang'er's cooking is delicious. He doesn't have any master. He is completely guessed by himself."

Wu Xiao was energetic when he heard it and said, "I can't do it well. I won't eat it."

Zhao Qianyang said, "No problem."

After the three entered the room, Zhao Qianyang poured a cup of tea for Wu Xiao and went to get food. He and Wu Xiao had just eaten for a short time. In addition to thanking Wu Xiao, this meal was also made for his parents.

Wu Xiao walked to Zhao's father, smiled faintly, stared at Zhao's father's legs and said, "Why are your legs lame?"

Zhao's father frowned and thought about why the person brought by Yang'er was so impolite. He nodded and endured that he did not attack.

Wu Xiao said, "Stretch out your legs. Let me have a look. Maybe I can help you take good care of it."

When Zhao's father heard that his legs could still be optimistic, his whole body trembled with excitement. He looked at Wu Xiao with pleadingly and said, "You... you can really... take good care of your legs, then... Then what do you say, I... I promise you."

Wu Xiao smiled faintly and said, "Don't hold back the pain." He picked up Zhao's father's lame leg and only listened to "Kaba, click." Zhao's father's leg bones have become the end of the year.

Zhao's father clenched his teeth and sweated like rain, but he didn't say a word. Wu Xiao couldn't help admiring it.

Wu Xiao took out a spiritual bean from his arms, rubbed it directly into powder, and spread the powder to Zhao's father's lame leg, and transported the soul force to force the powder into Zhao's father's leg. The soul force supported the broken leg bone from the shape.

Zhao's father only felt that his leg was barbecued on the fire, and it hurt into his bone marrow. Just as he couldn't help screaming, his leg didn't feel any pain, as if nothing had happened. Looking at Wu Xiao, he had stood up and still had a faint smile on his face.

Zhao's father touched his calf with his hand and said suspiciously, "My leg...is it okay?" He was surprised by Wu Xiao's ability, which was simply unheard of. It was amazing.

Wu Xiao nodded and said, "Take two steps and see how it goes."

"Okay, okay. I'll take two steps." Zhao's father was still used to holding the chair to stand up. He still couldn't believe it. He limped forward, trying to adjust his pace, and his eyes turned in his eyes. A miracle happened to him. He turned around and was about to fall down for Wu Xiao. But he saw Wu Xiao wave casually, and a faint light blocked in front of him, and he couldn't kneel down.

At this time, Zhao's mother happened to rush home. She saw Zhao's father's strange posture and rushed over and shouted, "Lao Zhao, what are you doing?"

Zhao's father earned himself excitedly, hugged Zhao's mother and said, "My leg is ready. Look, my leg is ready."

Zhao's mother was skeptical and said, "Take two steps and let me have a look."

"Ye-huh, that's it." Zhao's father nodded vigorously, walked around the campus twice, and said, "It's all the one brought by Yang'er to me."

When Zhao's mother heard this, she was about to kneel down again. Wu Xiao felt that her head was big and quickly flashed into the kitchen.

As soon as Zhao Qianyang's dish was finished, Wu Xiao grabbed it with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. Zhao Qianyang handed over the chopsticks. Wu Xiao shook her head and refused. After eating the dishes in one breath, she said, "I'm not used to using chopsticks. I eat too slowly. In this way, I may not be full for an hour."

Wu Xiao wiped her mouth with her sleeves and said with a smile, "The noisy dishes are delicious, but the amount is a little less. You go ahead and do more."

Zhao Qianyang's heart was sweating. Wu Xiao just ate so much meat by the lake. How long has it been?

At dinner, Zhao Qianyang's family made a large pot of vegetables for the first time. Zhao's father and mother wanted to blame Zhao Qianyang for the waste, but when they saw that Wu Xiao had not eaten for eight lives, they held back their words again.

After that, Zhao's mother cleaned up the table, patted Wu Xiao on the shoulder and said, "Child, are you hungry? How delicious it will be for you in the future."

"Well." Wu Xiao was stunned and said, "I'm more than 200 years old."

After Wu Xiao finished speaking, she found that Zhao's mother's eyes immediately became strange. She covered her mouth and smiled and said, "This child is really joking."

Before going to bed at night, Wu Xiao told Zhao Qianyang the specific use and cultivation methods of the clear soul spell. Zhao Qianyang learned quickly, which surprised Wu Xiao very much. After waiting for Zhao Qianyang to explain the clear soul curse for a long time, Wu Xiao was relieved that the world was finally a little reasonable.

Zhao Qianyang lay on **, practicing the soul mantra over and over again. He felt that his body was slowly isolated from the outside world and entered a special field. His soul was extremely comfortable, and his body changed unconsciously.

Wu Xiao still sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly closed his eyes, as if he had entered, breathing long and evenly.

The night is calm and deep, but it seems to be rough and changing in the invisible place.