Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

"Little Treasure, be gentle, it hurts a little!"

"Oh, is this okay?"

"much better."

Su Guihua was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at Yang Xiaobao who was rubbing her legs, feeling very uncomfortable.

Five years ago, Shitou village suffered continuous torrential rain for half a month, which caused mudslides.

Su Guihua's family was buried, and it was Yang Xiaobao who rescued her with his life.

Also because of that natural disaster, Yang Xiaobao was hit on the head by a rock and became a fool, and Su Guihua also lost her legs and could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of her life.

Su Guihua thought about going to a large hospital in the provincial capital with Yang Xiaobao for treatment, but the examination fee cost several thousand yuan, and the treatment fee may cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

How could Su Guihua bear such a terrifying amount?

What's more, since the two of them had an accident, the fields of the two families have been occupied by other people in the village, and their source of income has been completely cut off.

Fortunately, there is a small orchard in the yard, and every time the fruit is ripe, I can sell some money, so I can barely make ends meet.

Every time Su Guihua thought of this, she couldn't bear the grievance in her heart and shed tears of sadness.

"Sister, why are you crying again?"

"It doesn't look good when you're crying."

Yang Xiaobao tugged at his sleeves and gently wiped away the tears on Su Guihua's face.

"Xiaobao, it's my sister who is sorry for you."

Su Guihua opened her arms and hugged Yang Xiaobao into her arms.

Su Guihua is not tall, just over 1.6 meters.

The facial features are as exquisite as works of art, and there is no flaw in them.

Especially the pink cherry mouth and smart eyes, any man will be firmly attracted by just looking at it.

Straight black hair fell down her shoulders.

Slender figure, slender legs.

At this time, she was wearing a loose floral dress. She obviously didn't wear makeup, but she was as beautiful as a fairy coming out of a painting.

Su Guihua tried to marry herself out more than once, and used the gift money to treat Yang Xiaobao's illness.

But no one is willing to spend money to marry a disabled person back home.

"Sister, you are so boring that I can hardly breathe."

Yang Xiaobao grabbed Su Guihua's arms with both hands, and pushed her away solemnly, "Sister, can you stop counting my neck desperately every time you cry."

"I can't breathe every time you're so stuffy."

Su Guihua lowered her head, and couldn't help but smile shyly, "My sister can't help herself every time...it won't be like this next time."

At this time, a teasing voice sounded, "Osmanthus, if you are lonely, you should tell your buddies earlier, can't we satisfy you with so many people?"

Immediately afterwards, a few young men in a hurry opened the door and broke in.

The leader wore a skintight leather jacket, had yellow and green hair, and a scorpion tattoo on his face.

Just by standing there, the aura of a hooligan is very strong.

Behind him, followed by two small followers.

Su Guihua knew them, and the leader was Su Xiangdong, a notorious bastard in the village.

He has never done anything serious since he was a child, and he has done a lot of fighting and stealing.

Just got out of prison two months ago.

"Xiaobao, let's go back to the room." Su Guihua's expression changed, and she covered her body tightly with a blanket.

"Oh." Yang Xiaobao nodded, and was pushing the wheelchair when suddenly a stick hit the back of his head.

In an instant, the sky and the earth are spinning, and the head is light for a while, and groggy for a while.

All the people and things in front of me appeared double images, and they couldn't hear them clearly.

"Little Treasure! Little Treasure!" Su Guihua shouted hoarsely, struggling to fall off the wheelchair.

Regardless of the pain, he gritted his teeth and crawled to Yang Xiaobao's side.

Reaching out to touch it, blood oozed from the back of his head.

"Liu Xiangdong! How dare you kill someone!" There was no fear in Su Guihua's eyes, only anger.

The two little followers were stunned for a moment, and they thought of retreating.

It's okay to follow the elder brother and show off his might, but if someone dies, no one is afraid of taking responsibility.

"Isn't this still breathing?"

Liu Xiangdong glanced at it, and then told the two attendants: "You two hold her down, and it will be your turn when I finish having fun."

"Okay, big brother."

The two attendants breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately pulled Su Guihua's arms from left to right.

"Bastard bastard! You will die!"

"Help! Help!"

Su Guihua yelled again and again, hoping that someone would rush in to stop them.

Liu Xiangdong squatted down, admiring Su Guihua's alluring legs, and lifted up his skirt while saying, "Stop shouting, everyone in the village is going to worship the mountain god."

"Unless I die!" Su Guihua struggled violently.

Snapped!

Liu Xiangdong slapped her face impatiently.

Under the intense pain, Su Guihua froze in place for a while, half of her head was a little numb.

Seeing the situation, Liu Xiangdong took off his pants impatiently.

When he was about to do something, he saw Yang Xiaobao get up from the ground in a daze, clenched his fist and threw it at Liu Xiangdong, muttering, "You can't hit my sister, no one is allowed to hit my sister."

"Damn, I really want to die!"

Liu Xiangdong looked fiercely, and hit Yang Xiaobao's head again with a wooden stick.

Click!

Under the distance, the thick wooden stick broke in two on the spot.

Yang Xiaobao also fell to the ground in response, without any movement.

Blood flowed out, and the whole head was lying in a pool of blood.

The two attendants looked at each other, both worried that someone might die, so they stepped forward to check.

I don't know if I don't look at it, but the hearts of the two of them hang in their throats when they look at it.

"Brother, he's dead." The two said in unison.

Liu Xiangdong went up to check it himself, and after confirming that he was not breathing, he cursed, "Fuck, what a bad luck!"

"Brother, what should we do now?" The two continued to ask.

"What else can I do if I have lost my life? Of course I ran away!"

"Anyway, Stone Village is poor and remote, so let's go outside to avoid the limelight before coming back."

Liu Xiangdong spat at Yang Xiaobao's body before leaving reluctantly.

Two followers followed closely behind.

"Little Treasure, Little Treasure!"

Su Guihua also came back to her senses at this time, and crawled to Yang Xiaobao's side.

She desperately called for help, but everyone in the village went to worship the mountain god, and it was impossible for anyone to help.

My own legs are disabled, and I can't even go out and call people.

Deep despair and self-blame welled up in my heart, and I burst into tears immediately.

At the same time, Yang Xiaobao appeared in a magical space.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, it seems to be surrounded by fairy air.

Immediately afterwards, an old man with a long beard stepped on auspicious clouds appeared in front of him.

"The old man is the mountain god of Shitou Village. I think you are kind and simple, and you shouldn't die here. I specially grant you the inheritance."

The mountain god bent his fingers a little, and bursts of white light merged into Yang Xiaobao's mind.

Yang Xiaobao was shocked, and was about to ask a few more questions, but found that the mountain god had disappeared, and the surrounding white mist also quickly receded.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of breathlessness swept through his body.

Out of the instinct to survive, Yang Xiaobao grabbed it fiercely with his hand and pushed it away forcefully.

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