Chapter 317 1.317 Soft Heart
Qiao Mu has lived in this small yard for nearly five years. Winter goes to spring, spring leaves the summer solstice, and the plain shirt does not change from the past.
The small yard is more and more prosperous year by year, the corners are covered with green vines, and there are many flowers suitable for snow planting in the small fence garden.
In the small courtyard, it is full of greenery.
Over the years, Qiao's small body has grown longer and longer, and he has to change a batch of clothes every three or five years.
I told my master that I don't need so many clothes. Anyway, she practiced in the Profound Treasure Field day and night, so how many replacement clothes are needed.
But it still couldn't stop Master's strong desire to dress up his disciples, so that many eight or nine-year-old clothes, some of which were never worn, were kept in boxes and pressed.
Because many times, it would take three to five to seven or eight months for her to retreat, and her clothes had shrunk a lot before she came out of the Profound Treasure Land, and the batch of clothes that Master had replaced earlier could no longer be put on.
It was dark in the small courtyard, Qiao Mu was sitting in the wing alone, holding a roll of clean linen in his little hand, helping to bandage the green-headed eagle that was paralyzed on the table.
The finely ground medicinal powder was sprinkled on the wound of the bald eagle. The guy slumped on the table and shook a few times.
"Don't move." Qiao Mu reached out and patted it on the head, wrapping the linen cloth over the wound on its wings.
"The arrow I shot at that time, even if your master didn't dodge, it wouldn't hit him." Qiao Mu whispered softly, "I just wanted to scare that guy, but he kicked you out."
The little hand stroked the green eagle's head, and Qiao Mu got up and cleaned his hands in the basin.
But in this world, too many people are so selfish, so... Qiao Mu was not very surprised at that time.
"Dong dong dong!" The door slammed hurriedly.
Qiao Mu hurriedly picked up the green-headed eagle, tucked it under the bed, and tapped twice on its head, "Lie down and don't move."
After hiding the bald eagle, Qiao Mu got up and waved his hand, and some fine powder on his fingertips removed a trace of blood in the room, leaving only a faint fragrance.
As soon as Miss Qiao opened the door, she saw Fat Sister, the cook, standing outside her door with her second senior sister Xue Xiao with a kitchen knife.
"Miss Qiao, when you just went to the kitchen to pick up the stew, did you see the green eagle that I was laying in the corner?" The fat sister said with a loud voice.
"No." The little face paralyzed said expressionlessly.
Over the years, everyone was completely accustomed to the little guy's paralyzed face, and nodded when he heard the words.
The cook turned around angrily, holding the kitchen knife, "Miss Xue, it seems that it has escaped! I never thought that the green eagle could escape even if its wings were injured. The old lady originally wanted to wring it and steam it. The girls are adding vegetables!"
Qiao Mu silently twitched the corners of his mouth, expressionlessly closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.
"It's not." Xue Xiao also said angrily, "This little beast, who dares to come to our sect to show off his power, he should be put into the pot! This time it is cheap. If I catch it tomorrow, I will definitely take it. Give it to the fat lady to stew."
"Hey!" Sister Fatty left with Xue Xiao with her kitchen knife raised, and before leaving, she left a sentence and asked Qiao Mu to rush over to eat.
"Every time I come to Miss Qiao's garden, I feel the fragrance is fragrant and smells good..."
Qiao Mu closed the door and looked back at the green-headed eagle crawling out from under the bed, his eyes were cold and not warm, "When your wings are raised, go away."