N-A-A Chapter 172
Chapter 172
As the saying goes, the children of the poor are in charge of their homes early.
The boy's father died a long time ago, and his mother took him and a younger brother to live in the village.
Although neighbors in the village often helped them, the little boy had a strong sense of self-esteem and went to work in the fields early on, helping his mother share a part.
A year ago, when his village suddenly hit a flood, he was swept away because he was not running fast enough.
Qing'er's father was completely swept away by the rough flood in order to save him, and when he found the body, he was stuck in a tree stump.
Qing'er cried very badly at that time, her mother died after giving birth to her, and now her father has also passed away, which once plunged her into despair.
Fortunately, Uncle Lian, a doctor in the village, took her in, and since then Qing'er has been learning medical skills with Uncle Lian.
The little boy also experienced all this himself, and when he saw the crying sister Qing'er, his heart was like a knife.
For the past year, he has lived in self-blame every day, regretting why he didn't run faster, why he swallowed slowly, if he was faster, Sister Qing'er's father would not have died.
At a young age, he experienced things that others may not have experienced in their entire lives, which also prompted the little boy to be more precocious and sensible than his peers.
"We didn't say that we want to sit idly by, isn't this thinking of a way, you don't need to be in a hurry, and others want two people, what is the use of you alone." The mother, who could not refute it, tried to dissuade her.
The little boy who heard this turned back slightly and looked in the direction of the house.
At this moment, my mother also suddenly trembled.
They also have a child, the younger brother of a little boy, who is now just over two years old.
The mother was so frightened that she just wanted to say something, but the little boy turned his head at this moment and said with a smile: "Mother don't worry, my mouth is very sweet, my work is very sharp, one person is enough, and the immortals may not be willing to kill me."
"You don't have to think of the immortal so badly, maybe he sees me as capable and smart, and instead of killing me, he will teach me spells."
Everyone looked at the little boy, not seeing the slightest fear in his eyes, but was shocked by his optimistic attitude.
"Xiaolong, you..."
"Mom, let me go." Before the mother could say more, the little boy interrupted.
"I'm ashamed of their family, they have saved my life, if I don't act this time, I will regret it for the rest of my life, and I will live in guilt forever."
"Uncle saved me and let me live for so many more years, I am really grateful to him, now his daughter is in crisis, how can I just watch like this."
"If I go, I will definitely be able to exchange for Sister Qing'er."
"Moreover, if I am not there, my mother will not have to be so tired and have to take care of me and my brother."
"It's just..." "
Just a little sorry mom... I haven't honored you properly... You've been tired for so long in this life..."
"But if you have your brother here, it must be fine, I believe my brother will protect my mother."
As he spoke, the little boy's eyes turned red.
But he was still strong and held back tears, not wanting them to see his weakness.
But the little boy's mother couldn't hold back any longer, and she hugged the little boy with tears in her eyes.
The mother opened her mouth slightly, and before she could say anything, a loud noise suddenly came from a distance.
Rumble!!!!!!!
On that mountain, a monstrous fire rose up into the sky.
"Oops! It's already waiting impatiently! Seeing this, a villager exclaimed.
"Mom, I'm going." The little boy made a force with both hands, trying to push his mother away.
"Nope! No way! Little dragon, you can't go! The mother rushed up like crazy and hugged the little boy again.
No mother can see her child die.
Even if the child strongly asks for it, it will not work.
She didn't want her children to be sacrificed to the gods, and anyone in their family could do it, but not her own.
Maternal love is great, but it is also selfish.
"Go and prepare your best food right away! Young and middle-aged people bring weapons! As soon as
the village chief gave the order, all the villagers present scattered.
The overcrowded venue suddenly left only the mother and son.
"Mom, it's okay, it's okay." The little boy gently patted his mother's back to comfort him.
"Little dragon... Can't go... You can't go... What should I do if you're gone..." "You're
my child... I won't let you go..." The
mother cried silently, holding the child tightly, afraid that he would slip away inadvertently.
The little boy turned his head slightly to look at the village chief at this moment.
The village chief had also been watching them.
The little boy gave the village chief a hint of his eyes.
"Alas..." The
village chief, who understood the hint, also sighed heavily and nodded slightly.
Syllable!
A young man struck the back of the mother's neck with a blade, and she fainted immediately.
The little boy held his mother, and with red eyes, he apologized: "I'm sorry mother..."
I also want to be your child... Let's honor you then..." The
little boy wiped away the tears that came out of his eyes and walked towards the position of the village chief.
"Xiaolong..."
"Village chief, I have made up my mind."
"Alas... All right. Seeing the little boy so determined, the village chief stopped saying anything.
"You hide this." The village chief handed him a small dagger.
"The plan is this, I'll try to make it as long as possible."
At this moment, the village chief looked at everyone in front of him with a serious face.