Chapter 41 Warrior 'Yellow Towel'
However, nothing new has changed.
Feeling the even hotter temperature in Liu Yu's palm, Lingbao had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he immediately pulled out his hand and slid off the bed.
Three minutes later, a short, pitiful baby, soaking wet, came staggering over carrying a plastic basin that was twice as big as his face.
"Hey!"
A basin of warm water fell to the ground, and the water in the basin shook violently twice, and one third of it spilled out.
Lingbao raised his little arms and casually rolled up his wet sleeves around his arms. Then he threw the towel on his shoulders into the water to soak it. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his little hands and smiled with relief.
A pure cotton towel dropped into water has excellent water absorption. It becomes saturated within two seconds of entering the water, and its weight soars.
As a result, Ling Baoguang had to use up half of his strength to pull the towel out of the water. He imitated Zhuang Moxing's previous method by folding the towel in half, then folding it in half again and twisting it!
A large amount of water fell from the towel into the basin, but this large amount of water probably only accounted for a quarter of the water inside the towel.
The yellow fluffy towel was still wet, and no matter how hard Lingbao tried, not much water came out.
Ling Bao could only squeeze out this much with his limited strength. Even this much felt like the towel was giving him face, letting some extra water fall down...
Lingbao looked at the towel that seemed a little strange, as if it was different from the one his senior brother gave him?
But after trying many times, the towel didn't fall into the water again, so Lingbao climbed into bed with the towel in his hand, satisfied.
Instead of holding the towel with both hands, hold it with one hand, and the warm water distributed in the towel will move downward under the action of gravity.
At first, it was just a trickle of water, but by the time Lingbao put his foot on the edge of the bed with the towel, it had begun to flow like a trickle...
The floor, the sheets, the blanket hanging over the edge of the bed were all affected and became darker in color.
Lingbao climbed onto the bed with a whooshing sound, holding onto the sheets with his left hand, climbing up the edge of the bed with his right leg, and the tiptoe of his left foot was touching the floor a little bit, just needing a little more strength to get up!
But even with this small difference, Lingbao was so tired that his face turned red and he couldn't get up. In a hurry, he threw the towel with water dripping happily on his right hand onto the bed, and used his free right hand to grab the sheets.
He used his short arms and legs to exert force together, and with a somersault, he successfully climbed up!
The "yellow towel warrior" who sacrificed himself to create this great moment of success is now resting on Zhuang Moxing's reliable left arm, exerting his remaining energy.
Zhuang Moxing, who had successfully channeled the black mist and violent spiritual energy into the fusion path, withdrew his own pure spiritual energy and tilted his head to stare at the towel full of water on his shoulder.
The warm water flowed from his shoulders to his elbows and wrists, and then gathered into a small pool under his hands.
Excited about having successfully gotten into bed, Lingbao happily turned around and met Zhuang Moxing's slowly raised dark face...
The silly child grinned, his little glutinous teeth looked snow-white against his dark skin, and his little chest stood straight, as if he was expecting the senior brother in front of him to praise him!
Being stared at by a pair of sparkling eyes, Zhuang Moxing knew that Lingbao must not realize what he had done wrong.
Seeing Lingbao all wet, with a basin of warm water beside the bed and the towel he was about to take off, Zhuang Moxing understood Lingbao's intention.
A helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he reached out to touch Lingbao's furry head.
"Next time you want to do something like this, tell your senior brother. You're still young and can't do it very well. Sometimes, kindness beyond one's ability can lead to disaster. Do you understand?"
Lingbao rubbed Zhuang Moxing's palm and nodded: "I understand, Lingbao will become powerful! Then the power will be so great that I won't recruit. What's the point of recruiting?"
Zhuang Moxing shook his head and said, "Teach me slowly."
Then he got out of bed to clean up the mess, washed the towel in his hand again, wrung it dry, and placed it on Liu Yu's forehead, which was no longer so hot.
Feeling that Liu Yu's condition had improved slightly, Zhuang Moxing felt a little relieved. He had already regarded Liu Yu as a trustworthy companion, and naturally did not want anything to happen to him.
"Brother, go make some medicine for your sister Xiao Yu. Please help keep an eye on her. Also, don't touch the towel. I will come and change it after a while."
Lingbao pursed his lips and responded softly: "Okay..."
Then he knelt beside Liu Yu like a little wife, staring at Liu Yu intently.
Zhuang Moxing then felt relieved and went back to his room to get the medicine bag. This medicine bag was prepared under the guidance of his master, and it helped to quickly absorb and integrate spiritual energy.
Because collecting medicinal materials requires a lot of luck, he collected for many years and only got four sets. His master, he and Lingbao consumed three sets, and the remaining set was just right for Liu Yu to use, which was considered to be making the best use of it.
About two hours later, the medicinal soup was ready. During this time, Zhuang Moxing changed Liu Yu's towel many times. The heat on her forehead was successfully reduced, leaving only a low-grade fever.
When the medicine was ready, Zhuang Moxing poured the boiling and thick medicinal juice from the pottery jar into a porcelain bowl. The moment it entered the bowl, it stirred up bursts of bitter and pungent medicinal aroma.
Lingbao wanted to hide an hour ago when the medicine in the pot turned bitter due to the hot fire. The smell of the medicine brought back the difficult memory of his senior brother pinching his nose and forcing him to drink medicine.
He remembered that no matter how much he cried, his senior brother wouldn't let go. After drinking the bowl of medicine, his tongue was bitter for two whole days...
It wasn't until Grandma Liu came up the mountain to visit them and felt sorry for him that she gave him some candies and he felt better.
Lingbao was just reminiscing when Zhuang Moxing came into the room carrying a bowl of medicine that had been warmed by cold water. When her eyes met the bowl of medicine in his hand, Lingbao quickly straightened her knees and jumped off the bed, hiding behind the curtains in the corner.
He was helpless and could only look at Liu Yu with sympathy as he was fed spoonfuls of "poison" while in a coma.
Lingbao could only bear to look for two seconds, so he covered his eyes with his little hands and walked out.
If he knew there was an idiom called "couldn't bear it", he would definitely use this word to describe his current mood.
It didn't take long for Zhuang Moxing to empty the medicine in his hand. Feeding medicine to an unconscious person was much easier than feeding it to a spiritual treasure.
Zhuang Moxing and Lingbao both had the same tacit understanding and recalled the experience of feeding the medicine.
The next second after Zhuang Moxing walked out with the medicine bowl, Lingbao slipped into Liu Yu's room holding something mysterious in his hand.
He climbed onto the bed as if he knew the place well, his small figure facing the door, and there was a rustling sound of plastic paper rubbing against each other.
Then a small black hand pinched out a sticky, stringy, and half-melted candy bean and stuffed it into Liu Yu's mouth.
Pink, no bigger than a fingernail.
After putting the candy into Liu Yu's mouth, Lingbao licked the candy stains on his fingertips.
My gaze shifted to the transparent plastic candy wrapper with some glittering colors.
Maybe because the temperature was quite high and the candy had been left out for too long, the candy melted badly. After the candy was taken out, there was still a lot of half-melted sticky candy left on the candy wrapper.
Lingbao straightened and unfolded the candy wrapper, and carefully scraped the candy from the wrapper into his mouth with his rabbit-like front teeth.
In the end, there were some parts of his front teeth that couldn't be scraped clean, and he licked them clean bit by bit.
Maybe it’s because men only care about keeping children alive and don’t pay much attention to the details of care. Lingbao has rarely eaten candy since he was a child. The sweet thing he eats most is the reduced-ingredient sugar cakes made by his senior brother.
Poverty can sometimes really limit a person's horizons, because he has no chance to see something, let alone experience or try it.
After throwing the candy wrapper that had been licked clean into the trash can in the corner of the room, Lingbao climbed back onto the bed and lay beside Liu Yu to accompany her.
Not long after Lingbao lay down, Liu Yu's fingertips twitched slightly.
Then his eyelids trembled as he opened, and he tasted something sweet in his mouth. He smacked his lips for two seconds, then realized that something heavy was pressing on his right arm, so he turned around to take a look.
A black spiritual treasure.
Ling Bao stared at Liu Yu with his big black eyes without blinking. The moment his eyes met Liu Yu's, he was so surprised that he opened his mouth but couldn't shout.
After staring at each other for five full seconds, he finally let out a terrifying scream: "Senior Brother! Sister Xiao Yu is awake!!"
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