Chapter 4467 Is a Son More Important than Rules?

Just when everyone thought Long Bo was dead just like that, a coughing sound came!

Under Shui Yijun's continuous pressure, Xiaozhuang finally recovered his breathing!

"That's great." The child whispered, "Sister, have you seen it? He is alive."

Qian'er's entire tense body suddenly relaxed. She turned around and leaned against her sister. She raised her hand to wipe her eyes, only to realize that tears were already streaming down her face.

The two sisters cuddled tightly together, watching the scene below motionless.

After Xiaozhuang woke up, he took a breath and slowly sat up.

But he was covered in blood and his face looked quite scary.

The high priest burst into tears: "Long Bo, you are still alive."

Xiaozhuang looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Qian'er on the roof diagonally opposite.

Qian'er was also looking at him without blinking.

Their eyes met, and nothing was said.

In order not to worry Qian'er anymore, he took a deep breath and stood up.

The waiter smiled and said: "It seems that Master Long Bo's injury is not very serious. As you saw, high priest, I am merciful. You have to take care of the rest."

The implication is, if you, old man, dare to keep your word, I will beat your son to death on the spot.

The high priest glanced at his son and said in a deep voice: "What does His Highness Prince Lian want? You might as well tell him directly. As long as I have it, I will definitely give it to you."

"I heard that the high priest has the power of ghosts and gods and can deal with the plague spreading outside?"

The high priest understood.

After all, it was all about the prescription in his hand.

He shook his head slightly and said: "This prescription belongs to my Wu tribe. According to the rules of my ancestors, I cannot give the prescription to outsiders."

"Then it depends on whether, in the heart of the high priest, the son's life is more important, or the ancestor's rules."

"There is no rule without rules. If I don't abide by the rules of my ancestors, how can I, the high priest, manage thousands of people of the Wu tribe?"

The waiter's face darkened, and he had obviously lost his patience.

Shui Yijun said: "High Priest, your Wu tribe only has a few thousand people. You must know that hundreds of thousands of people have died due to this plague outside. I believe the High Priest can understand which one is more serious."

The high priest was silent.

The waiter sneered and said to Xiaozhuang: "See, your father doesn't seem to value you very much. Then don't blame me for being cruel."

Xiaozhuang's face was covered with blood, he raised his eyelids and looked towards the high priest.

His vision was bloody and he couldn't see anything clearly.

But the high priest trembled in his eyes.

He let out a long sigh.

It started to rain.

The weather in the mountains and forests is changeable, and light rain turns into violent storms in a blink of an eye.

Shui Yijun said: "It's getting late. I think Master Long Bo is seriously injured. Why don't we all go inside to talk first?"

No one had any objections.

So everyone moved inside the house.

The child flew down from the roof with Qian'er early and placed her next to Xiaozhuang.

Qian'er bent down, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Xiaozhuang shook his head slightly and said nothing.

The high priest is behind.

He stared at this scene with no expression on his face.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

They were the only ones in the room.

The waiter turned around and said, "High Priest, now that your tribe is gone, you don't have to hold your tongue while talking."

The high priest swung his robe, sat down, and hummed: "You put on a show for me, and of course I have to cooperate with you.