Chapter 17: Situation, slaughtering black wolves

The father and son are divided into three groups. The two buns come back and forth to pick the wild grapes. Ling Jingxuan bends over the wild grass to find the herbs they need, because they are inaccessible. Hard work, but also a lot of harvest, has let him find a lot of useful herbs, there are some mushrooms that can eat, thinking of making a pot of mushroom soup at night, he also picked together.
"Hey, those things are poisonous, why are you digging?"
After picking up a pile of herbs, Ling Jingxuan, who was ready to make a temporary break, opened the grass and saw a cluster of mushrooms. He didn’t want to go down and continue to pick it up. The sound of the big buns suddenly sounded. Ling Jingxuan looked back and saw the two buns holding hands. Standing behind me, these two days are so easy to clean the small face and stained with dirt.
"Oh... not all mushrooms are poisonous, these can be eaten, have you finished?"
They are still too small, and they can't understand the explanation. Ling Jingxuan quietly turned the topic, and they will know when they have eaten. Mushrooms are good things.
"Really? Hey, I will help you."
One can eat, the little buns decisively rushed forward, Ling Jingxuan hugged him quickly, and said: "Some can't eat, you don't know, or don't mix."
One of the tricks is a slave, a foodie, and the two buns are really...what is it so special?
"But I want to help you."
Squinting, the little bun's face is innocent, and the big, round eyes are screaming at the naked heart.
"Oh... no, don't be tired, go to the side and stop, wait until I finish the bunch and go back."
A warm heart, Ling Jingxuan patted his ass, toward the big buns Nunu mouth.
"Xiaowu is obedient, let's go there and wait."
Seeing that he was still unwilling to give up, the big buns came over and took his hand.
Ling Jingxuan shook his head helplessly, and turned back to bury himself in the mushroom. He just didn't lie to the little buns. This cluster of mushrooms is quite a lot, some colors are dim, some are colorful, and they can be mixed and can't be eaten. Together, but he has all picked it up. From ancient times to the present, medical drugs are not separated. Although poisonous mushrooms can't be eaten, they can make poison. Their family of three live alone at the foot of the mountain, and their bodies are thin and thin. The same, no matter how to protect your body?
"this is……"
A lot of mushrooms were quickly sorted out, and when he was ready to get up, the corner of his eye inadvertently swept through the grass not far away, and a red light flashed. Under the drive of curiosity, Ling Jingxuan reflexively Drifting the grass, a fist-sized, red-blooded umbrella-shaped mushroom appeared, looking at the color that seemed to be stained with blood, Ling Jingxuan’s heart was excited, and if he didn’t think about it, he cut a piece of clothing with a sickle in his hand. The cloth, carefully wrapped in the mushroom, was dug out.
Although he did not know the name of the mushroom, from its red color and the state of a few centimeters around it, it is absolutely poisonous and is the best choice for making drugs.
"Small buns, let's get back."
Wrapped the red mushroom alone into the arms, Ling Jingxuan cut off a few pieces of cloth and wrapped the herbs separately. After eating the mushrooms and the mushrooms that could not be eaten, they got up and walked to the little buns sitting on the ground not far away. They brought The bamboo poles are full, and they all take the lead. When thinking about the big buns, the money slaves, Ling Jingxuan can't help but shake his head. It is estimated that if he can't turn those wild grapes into money, the big steamed buns are not righteous and can't be used. Ah, I have a chance to help him correct it.
"Hey, aren't you saying that you want to help the second uncle pick the fruit?"
Greed for money, he did not forget the right thing.
"Oh... isn't there? You wait for me."
Pointing to a wild pear tree about ten meters away, Ling Jingxuan put down the parcel and took the sickle and walked over. As soon as he came to the woods where the wild fruit was everywhere, he noticed the existence of the wild pear tree. Ling Jinghan’s disease actually It is modern tuberculosis, and it is not very serious. At least there is no symptom of blood. The main reason for not getting out of bed is that his age of illness is too small, and he has not been effectively treated. He has dragged his body and bones. Treatment of early tuberculosis is very simple, rock sugar stewed Sydney water, drink three meals a day, but this water must be cooked every night to have an effect, and then assist some Chinese medicine for anti-inflammatory and phlegm, up to half a month to cure.
Sydney is definitely not available in this era, but wild pears can also be used. Plus the air here is good, the wild fruits that are bred are more pure, and the effect should be better than Sydney. As for the sugar, go to the town to ask questions. If there isn't, he can only do it himself, although it is more troublesome.
After picking up four or five yellow oranges and large pears, Ling Jingxuan thought about cutting another branch. When he went back, he did not forget to cut a few wild grape branches. Their yard was paralyzed and he could not grow. Get back and plug it in.
"Hey, this is a sly fruit, smelling good."
The fart was taken over by the fruit, and the little buns took a breath, and the mouth of the mouth showed traces of saliva. The big buns quickly caught the fruit: "This is the medicine of the second uncle. You have to eat it and pick it up next time."

Said, the big buns rolled up the hem of the clothes, tied a knot on the waist side, and put a few large pears in it.
"If people know, just ask."
The little bun grievances with a small mouth, he did not say to eat.
"Okay, we..."
"Bumping..."
"Hey..."
Ling Jingxuan just wanted to say that I will go back here today. There is a sudden horrible noise in the depths of the jungle. There are mixed beasts and screams. The father and son are all shocked, and the two buns have not returned to God. Not fruitful, both horrified to hold Ling Jingxuan's thighs, his face is covered with naked fear, the small body is a tremor.
"Don't be afraid, let's go see."
Feeling their fear, Ling Jingxuan pacing their heads comfortably, and the sickle that had just been put down was taken again. If he didn’t guess wrong, the voice should be a wolf, and it was an adult wolf, and his heart sank. For the first time, he sincerely hoped that he had guessed wrong. If he is okay, even if his physical condition is not good, it is not difficult to avoid the attack of a wolf by virtue of his past life, but now he really has no confidence. Can save the three under the wolf's mouth unscathed.
"Oh... don't go."
"Oh, I am afraid..."
The two buns pulled him from left to right, and the same big eyes filled with tears, but both of them tacitly refused to really cry, and looked back at Ling Jingxuan’s heart, and clasped them gently. The appeasement: "Don't be afraid, you will protect you. Do you forget that you will be martial arts?"
"But that is a beast, in case... if something happens, what do we do?"
The big bun that has always matured and sensible has finally exposed the fear and fear that a five-year-old child should have. He can see that Ling Jingxuan does not feel much distressed. He would rather let him be a son every day, and don’t see him like this.
"Well, don't cry, the wolf hasn't come yet, let's go."
It’s obviously not a good place to slowly appease them. Ling Jingxuan’s distressed kisses on their cheeks and turned back to prepare the bamboo poles.
"bump……"
"Ah, wow... I am afraid..."
"Ah...oh..."
But God is like playing with them. Before he can stand up, a body full of blood will roll from the sky to their feet. The two buns can no longer hold, holding his legs. Cried, Ling Jingxuan had to put down the bamboo poles and hold their distressed comfort: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, kneel here."
Crossing their shoulders, his eyes suddenly shot coldly to the man who was crouching not far away. It is not difficult to see from his slight ups and downs that he should not die yet. As for the injury, it has nothing to do with him, other people’s life and death. He is not interested to know that from his previous life to this life, his temper has not changed in the slightest. He is not the person he cares about. Even if he dies in front of him, he will not move a little bit of guilty heart, because he has seen There are too many deaths, and my heart is already numb!
"Hey...oh...hey..."
Buried in his neck, the two buns cried almost exhausted, and the thin and thin body shook like a sieve.
"Hey!"
Suddenly, a black body with a black body and a white body on the top of the head and the limbs fell in front of them. They were less than five meters away from them. Ling Jingxuan’s heart was condensed, and the two buns were pushed back behind him, grabbing and lying on the ground. Scythe, the long and narrow Danfeng eye smashed out the cold and murderous, the killing scent accumulated in countless years of killer career swarmed out, can...
"bump!"
"Hey..."
The mighty black wolf that had previously been slammed down on the ground, through the gap of the cavities, the painful whimper blew out, Ling Jingxuan fixed his eyes and looked at it, only to find that it was actually hurt, and it flowed for a moment. Blood.
"Don't be afraid, it's going to die, I'll look at it."
The buns hiding behind him clung to his clothes, crying and crying, and Ling Jingxuan patted their hands and gently broke them. This time, the two buns did not stop him, not wanting to, and It is their fear to forget.
"Hey..."
It seems that he is feeling close to him. The dying black wolf is suddenly awkward. The sullen wolf eyes are murderous, the animal is full, and the sharp fangs are full of cold light. For the average person, I am afraid I will be scared. Sitting down on the ground, but Ling Jingxuan just sneered twice, clenched the sharp sickle and flew up.
"Hey..."
"puff!"
The slender sickle pierced the black wolf's neck precisely, and the blood spurted out. Ling Jingxuan, who was holding the sickle, was instantly dyed into a person. The two little buns not far away were so tight that they hugged each other tightly. The sharp face stained with blood slowly raised a strange smile, just like the real version of killing God, but fortunately he turned his back to the little buns, no one saw it, otherwise it would not be alive, but at this time He is too horrible!