Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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She embellished her account of what she had witnessed on the riverbank after the massacre, adding numerous exaggerations and embellishments. Feng Xuese had no choice but to listen and correct as she went.

Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan had heard about these things before, but they didn't know much about them. Now, hearing them, they were shocked and deeply moved.

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaoyao's face gradually paled, and she swayed slightly before settling into her chair. She was eccentric and unpredictable, and while she didn't particularly care about using people or her poison to kill, she could no longer remain calm when she learned that this matter concerned national security. Years ago, even while fleeing for her life, she had risked her life to get involved with Chinese heroes and Japanese samurai—not because she cared about the lives of those martial artists, but because of an instinct, something deep within the soul of the Chinese people!

She held her head and murmured, "How did my things end up in the hands of the Japanese?"

Feng Xue said, "That's why I must ask you, senior, if you have a successor..."

Yu Xiaoyao remained silent, expressionless. After a long while, she finally said, "I will handle this matter myself. I will first... remove the poison from you." She turned her head and said, "Huihui, stretch out your hand!"

Zhu Huihui stretched out her arm: "What are you doing?"

Yu Xiaoyao grabbed her wrist with one hand and raised her sword with the other, slashing at her hand.

Zhu Huihui was shocked and desperately pulled her arm back, hiding it behind her back, shouting, "Mother, are you crazy?"

Yu Xiaoyao said with a stern face, "Do you want to save this boy's eyes?"

"Yes, I want to!" Zhu Huihui said, "But you didn't say that to save the hero's eyes, I have to cut off my hand!"

"Who wants to cut off your claws!" Yu Xiaoyao said impatiently. "His poison is made up of dozens of kinds of poisonous saliva. If we pull them out one by one, it will take a long time and the effect will not be good. I will take a cup of your blood and give it to him to drink. He will be able to detoxify and regain his sight immediately."

Zhu Huihui shouted, "You're lying! You just said that my blood and flesh are poisonous. You... I think you just can't cure the hero's eyes and are afraid of losing face, so you deliberately poisoned the hero to death!"

Everyone simultaneously realized that although Huihui judged others by her own standards, Yu Xiaoyao was certainly capable of doing the same thing...

Yu Xiaoyao said coldly, "Have I ever told you before that there are many poisons in the world that don't actually have an antidote, because their antidotes are actually poisons themselves?"

Zhu Huihui said matter-of-factly, "I didn't tell her!" Actually, her mother had already told her once. Sigh, old people are hopeless; their memories are bad, and they love to nag!

Yu Xiaoyao's face tightened, and she said, "Then, have I ever told you that there's a saying: one man's meat is another man's poison?"

Zhu Huihui retorted, "I do know that, but you didn't tell me!"

Yu Xiaoyao's face turned pale, and she clenched her fists: "Then, do you know that your mother has always only poison on her body, never an antidote?"

"Of course—" Zhu Huihui suddenly stopped talking, glanced at her mother's fist, took a big step back, and then quickly continued, "Of course I don't know!"

She was deliberately going against Yu Xiaoyao! For someone as afraid of pain and death as her, cutting off her flesh was like taking her life; she wouldn't even do it if her mother offered it to a great hero!

Yu Xiaoyao lowered her voice and asked, "I'll just ask you one question: do you want me to bleed you?"

Feng Xue said softly, "Senior Yu, please don't make things difficult for Huihui!" Traditional Chinese medicine has concepts like synergy, mutual assistance, mutual restraint, and mutual destruction when combining medicines. Yu Xiaoyao probably meant to use the poison in Zhu Huihui's body to neutralize and counteract the poison in her eyes. However, taking Zhu Huihui's blood might harm her body, so it's best not to.

Zhu Huihui said with a worried look, "It's not that I'm reluctant, it's that I'm...it's that I'm afraid of the pain!"

With a mournful face, she said to Yu Xiaoyao, "Mother, don't you have any other ideas?"

Yu Xiaoyao glared at her, then suddenly turned and left.

When Zhu Huihui saw that the other person was giving up, she immediately panicked and pounced on her from behind to hug her: "Okay, okay! I'll give you some blood!"

Yu Xiaoyao snorted and stopped.

With tears streaming down his face, Zhu Huihui asked, "Mother, how much blood do you need?"

"Do what you think is best!"

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, Zhu Huihui looked around, picked up a silver needle used by Madam Wan for acupuncture, extended a finger, hesitated for a long time, gritted her teeth and pricked her fingertip, watching the drop of blood emerge, she endured the pain and generously said: "Mother, you can take it and use it!"

Seeing the tiny drop of blood, Yu Xiaoyao was so angry that she kicked Zhu Huihui in the butt, grabbed her wrist, pressed her down on the table, picked up her sword, and slashed at her wrist.

Zhu Huihui was held down by her mother and struggled desperately, but Yu Xiaoyao's hands were like iron clamps, and she couldn't move at all, so she couldn't help but scream "Wah wah".

Yu Xiaoyao shouted, "If you make any more noise, I'll cut off your tongue!" She grabbed a thick calligraphy brush from the desk, stuffed it into Zhu Huihui's mouth, then splashed the cold tea out of a teacup and used her sword to cut a gash on Zhu Huihui's toy.

Zhu Huihui forcefully spat out the brush, making a few "pui, pui" sounds. Seeing her blood flowing like a small spring into the teacup, filling almost half the cup in the blink of an eye, she was heartbroken even though she knew it was for the hero's eye treatment. She couldn't help but let out a loud cry of grief. As the old saying goes, with so much blood, how many steamed buns would she need to eat to replenish it!

Yu Xiaoyao said angrily, "Don't cry! If you knock the blanket over, we'll start over!"

Zhu Huihui dared not move, and screamed, "Mother, is that enough! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die! I can't hold on any longer! Help!"

Feng Xue, unable to see clearly, heard Zhu Huihui crying miserably and, not knowing what Yu Xiaoyao had done to her, hurriedly said, "Senior Yu, stop! This is absolutely unacceptable!"

Yu Xiaoyao glanced at him sideways and said coldly, "What? You're worried about it?"

Maple Snow's face flushed slightly as she said, "Grey Grey and I... went through thick and thin together, so naturally... naturally..."

That's right! Even though he knew that Zhu Huihui could scream so loudly that even if she lost a single hair, he still couldn't help but feel heartbroken—even though he knew that Yu Xiaoyao was taking Huihui's blood to heal her own eyes!

Yu Xiaoyao's expression softened slightly, her eyes flickered, and she stopped speaking.

After bleeding through more than half a cup, the wound gradually clotted. Zhu Huihui looked at Yu Xiaoyao with teary eyes, afraid that her heartless mother would think there wasn't enough blood and cut her again.

Yu Xiaoyao didn't make things difficult for her anymore. Seeing that it was about time, she said, "Go and give him the blood to drink!"

Zhu Huihui, holding the cup, asked, "Are you just going to drink like this?"

"You want to make it into steamed blood tofu?"

Zhu Huihui didn't dare to talk back. She looked at Feng Xuese, carefully picked up the quilt, and brought it to Feng Xuese's side: "Great hero, you should drink it now!"

Feng Xuese could only smell a strong stench of blood. Although she knew it was to cure her poison, she smiled and said that the blood in the cup was grayish, and ultimately couldn't bear to drink it.

Zhu Huihui thought he disliked the taste of her blood, so she persuaded him, "Hero, my blood tastes quite good. It's...sweet, and very fresh, still steaming hot!" She was afraid that if he didn't drink it, not only would his eyes not get better, but it would also be a waste of the blood she had shed after being stabbed!

Maple Snow felt extremely nauseous at what she said, and sighed, "Thank you for your hard work, Grey!" Hesitantly, she brought her lips to the rim of the cup.