Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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The boy, despite his young age, was remarkably calm and composed. Even after witnessing the woman kill his companion, he showed no panic. The woman took a liking to him, patted his head, and said, "Child, give me that baby!"

The boy looked up at her and said, "If you fight, I'll hold her for you."

The woman was quite surprised: "I killed your family, and you're not angry?"

The boy shook his head: "They are not my family, they are bad people!"

The woman said, "I'm a bad person too. Didn't you hear them calling me a witch?"

The boy said, "You're fighting so many people all by yourself, even if they're bad guys, they're the most powerful bad guys!"

The woman loved hearing that and smiled slightly, saying, "Alright! Then I'll kill these weak villains for you!"

While she was talking to the boy, the two groups of people were acting on their own. One group snatched the big man back and busied themselves treating his severed arm wound; the other group of three men carried the transvestite's corpse back, but they were neither angry nor alarmed, their expressions frighteningly calm.

What started as a fight between the woman and the Three Masters of Jinzhong escalated into a complicated situation after the demon severed the arm of a burly man, and the woman then killed the demon. The three groups were locked in a stalemate, each unable to decide which side to attack.

After a brief pause, one of the three masters from Jinzhong shouted to the three men, "We'll settle our score later. How about we join forces and kill that witch?"

The wealthy young man nodded, and together with the coachman and the steward in blue, untied their bundles, simultaneously brandishing their knives. The blades were slightly curved, engraved with patterns, and their edges gleamed with a chilling, bluish light.

Upon seeing the knives, the woman's pupils contracted sharply, and she turned to look at the boy: "Who are they?"

A tear welled up in the boy's eye, and his voice choked with emotion, but he held it back and said, "They are bad people, they want to take me away!"

"You don't want to go with them?"

The boy nodded vigorously.

The woman looked at him and said, "Okay! I understand!"

Some people had already lost their patience and shouted, "Witch, you're about to die and you're still indiscriminately killing innocent people! Your crimes are unforgivable!"

The woman gave a slight, cold laugh and asked the boy, "They're in such a hurry to get going, what do you suggest we do?"

The boy was very clever and said, "Then let's send them there!"

He didn't know who was right and who was wrong among these people. He was already indignant to see so many people bullying a woman. Moreover, the woman was extremely powerful. She fought against many people and did not lose the upper hand at all. She even killed the person he hated the most. Therefore, in his young heart, he had already worshipped this woman to the extreme.

After saying it, he hesitated, then added with some worry: "But there are so many of them, and they're very powerful..."

The woman smiled slightly: "Killing isn't like fighting, and it's not entirely about martial arts!"

The boy paused, not quite understanding what she was saying. Just as he was about to ask a question, he suddenly felt something was off. He looked up and saw everyone staring in one direction, their faces filled with horror.

He looked in that direction and saw that the monk Guangren was huddled in the corner, his exposed skin covered in blisters, some of which had burst and were oozing yellow fluid. His eyes were rolled back, the whites of his eyes covered with green blood vessels, and his tongue was sticking out long and swollen to a purplish-black. He was already dead.

He had seen dead people before, but never one who had died so horribly. Just as he was in a panic, he heard a series of clanging sounds. Turning around, he saw that everyone present had dropped their weapons, collapsed to the ground, and were convulsing. Blisters had formed on their skin, and green blood vessels had appeared on the whites of their eyes. Their symptoms were exactly the same as those of the monk Guangren.

The boy took a few steps back in fear, touched his face, and found it remarkably smooth, which reassured him slightly. Just then, a man clutched his throat, gasping for breath, and asked, "You...when did you...poison me..."

But he didn't get an answer. He exhaled sharply and then never inhaled again...

Jianghu Tianhenqing II 122009-08-18 16:09 Amidst the gentle lapping of oars and the gurgling of water on the lake, Zhu Liuyue, with a soft pillow on her back, spoke eloquently.

Zhu Huihui lay on the carpet, her chin resting on her hands, listening intently.

"Brother Liuyue, how was the poison administered?" she asked the same question.

"Actually, the baby's swaddling clothes were always poisoned. When she was tossed around in the air, the poison was spilled everywhere."

Were all the people in the temple poisoned?

"Besides the woman and the boy, only the boy is still alive."

"Why wasn't the boy poisoned?"

"That's because the woman had already administered the antidote to him when she spoke to the person above him."

“I understand!” Zhu Huihui said. “So, what happened next?”

Zhu Liuyue withdrew her gaze from the void of the night sky and slowly said, "Later, the little boy was found by his family and taken back home. Since then, he has never seen the woman and the baby girl again."

"Brother Liu Yue, is the little boy in the story you?"

“Yes!” Zhu Liuyue nodded gently and sighed, “Back then, I was being kidnapped by bad guys when that woman rescued me.”

"So, who is that woman?" Zhu Huihui asked curiously. That woman is truly remarkable! A story of someone single-handedly defeating multiple enemies and still managing to eliminate them all is something that even a good-for-nothing like her finds incredibly admirable.

Zhu Liuyue looked at Zhu Huihui, hesitated for a moment, and said, "She has never told me her name."

Zhu Huihui was greatly disappointed and couldn't help but complain, "Brother Liuyue, you're really confused. This person is your savior, and you didn't even ask him clearly."

Despite being scolded by her, Liu Yue only smiled slightly and was not annoyed.

Zhu Huihui turned her head and pondered for a long time before finally remembering the important matter—what had she and Brother Liu Yue been talking about at the beginning? Wasn't it about her looking for her mother? How did it turn into Brother Liu Yue being kidnapped and rescued by a beautiful woman?

Ah, right! The conversation veered off-topic from the design on my arm!

She asked cautiously, "Brother Liu Yue, this woman, do I have any relationship with her?"

“Yes.” Zhu Liuyue stared into her eyes. “I saw the exact same pattern on this little girl’s arm as on yours.”

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? That baby also has a birthmark like mine?" Zhu Huihui asked blankly. She only knew that some people in the world could look similar, but this was the first time she had ever heard of birthmarks being the same.

“It’s not a birthmark,” Liu Yue said, shaking her head. “It was drawn on with some strange medicinal liquid.”