Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 173: The Grandfather and Grandson of the Same Lineage

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: The Grandfather and Grandson of the Same Lineage

"But if you die, big brother, Ali will be super sad too," the little girl added.

Lu Xiao couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, thank goodness...

He had feared that the little girl would give him a fatal blow just to have a feast, which would really be a grave injustice.

Ali chatted more with Lu Xiao, pulling the conversation this way and that.

Lu Xiao listened patiently.

These past two days, Ali had been coming over each morning to chat with him.

By now, Lu Xiao had gotten to know Ali quite well.

Her best friend was Juanjuan, and her enemy was Huhu...

Ali’s daily routine involved playing with Juanjuan, and then fighting Huhu whenever they met.

Sometimes she won, sometimes she lost.

After who knows how long, the light in the storeroom suddenly dimmed as an old man with a stooped back walked in.

The elderly man was Ali’s grandfather, and apart from him, Ali had no other family.

Her parents had died in a landslide a few years ago, and her grandmother had also passed away from illness last year.

"Grandpa, let me do it," Ali took the bowl from the old man’s hands.

The old man nodded, then bent down to lift up the clothes on Lu Xiao’s body to inspect his wound.

Seeing the terrible cut on Lu Xiao’s upper abdomen, the old man shook his head uncontrollably.

"This wound is severe, it’s doubtful if he’ll pull through; he’ll probably be ready for a feast in a couple of days," he said.

A muscle in the corner of Lu Xiao’s eye twitched. You and your granddaughter really appear of the same mind, both thinking about feasts.

Soon, the old man left, and Ali began feeding Lu Xiao thin porridge with a wooden spoon.

Lu Xiao ate very slowly, and with each swallow, his wound throbbed painfully.

But Lu Xiao could only endure it now; he took each spoonful of porridge very seriously.

Only by eating could he regain some strength, and with strength, he would be able to save himself.

It took Lu Xiao almost half an hour to finish a bowl of porridge.

During this time, Ali showed no impatience, just kept spoon-feeding Lu Xiao one spoonful after another.

"Big brother, I’m going to play with Juanjuan now. I’ll come back at noon," said Ali after washing the porridge bowl, then she left the house.

In the storeroom, Lu Xiao felt the warmth in his stomach and struggled to move.

This movement almost knocked him out.

At the same time, his abdominal wound began to bleed profusely.

Lu Xiao gritted his teeth against the pain, turning over and inching along bit by bit.

Almost forty minutes later, Lu Xiao finally reached the wooden rack by the wall, leaving behind a long trail of blood on the ground.

After resting for half an hour, Lu Xiao reached out to grab the wooden rack, using up all of his remaining strength to pull fiercely.

Bang!

The wooden rack fell to the ground.

The items on the rack scattered all over, but Lu Xiao’s gaze fixed intensely on a coat underneath the debris.

It didn’t take long before Lu Xiao grabbed the coat.

When Lu Xiao felt the small porcelain bottle in the coat’s inner pocket, he knew he probably wouldn’t die yet.

Lu Xiao poured out all the medicine from the small bottle, about ten pills in total; he swallowed half and stuffed the rest into his wound.

He pushed hard on the pills to prevent them from being washed away by blood.

The pain was quite excruciatingly sharp.

Ten minutes later, the medicine began to take effect, and Lu Xiao finally regained some strength.

Chen Fei’s silver dagger was still there, though Lu Tiankou had chopped off half of it, but for Lu Xiao, it was enough.

After finding matches, Lu Xiao set his coat on fire.

After heating the dagger red-hot, he pressed it hard against the wound.

Lu Xiao nearly convulsed in pain, but he had no choice but to endure it.

If he continued to bleed like this, he would soon be done for.

First, he had to stop the bleeding; as for the risk of infection later, it was up to fate.

As the clothes burned away, Lu Xiao stopped, and now the wound no longer bled, but it looked terrifying with the skin and flesh charred black, and there was even a scent of cooked flesh in the air.

After doing all this, Lu Xiao was utterly exhausted and fell backward into unconsciousness.

Lu Xiao had no idea how long he had been unconscious, but when he woke up, Ali was checking his breath.

In Ali’s dark eyes, there seemed to be a hint of anticipation.

Lu Xiao was speechless. How much did this kid want a feast?

"Ali, I’m not dead yet," Lu Xiao said with a hoarse, dry voice.

At the sound of his voice, Ali screamed and bounced up, her large eyes looking at Lu Xiao with some panic.

Soon, the panic turned to joy.

"Big brother, you can talk?"

"Are you getting better?"

"Are you not dying after all?"

In Ali’s limited understanding, as long as a person could still speak, they were not going to die.