Zhong Ya's expression is even worse: "San Shao...you mean, let's just stand by and don't care about anything?"

"You don't know anything yet, how can you care?"

"San Young Master, why are you such a person? Why are you and the deputy hall master completely silent?!"

Zhong Ya's face showed disappointment, and he shook his head back.

"If the deputy hall master is here at this time, I will definitely not sit idly by!"

"you"

Before Ling Luoyu had finished speaking, Zhong Ya suddenly turned and ran to the patrol boat.

"Fuck...what's the way?"

If you are an ordinary person at this time, even if you want to help, you have to find out the ins and outs of the matter, and then decide whether to help or not, or consider how to help.

How can there be like Zhong Ya who can help regardless of whether he is close or distant or close? !

Aweng, the noodle seller on one side, shook his head and sighed in a low voice, "It's over...this time it's the absolute household..."

Ling Luoyu's heart moved: "A Weng... is it Zhao Ana?"

"Oh...The Zhao family's wife is also pitiful. She was a widow when she was young, and she brought a son to ask for a living. The wind came in the wind, the rain went, a woman's house, but he did men's work... It's hard to pull my son up, and I've encountered such a thing again... Isn't it the end?"

"Aweng...what did Zhao Anai's son commit?!"

"He said he stole something from the Young Hall Master's house. After being caught, he ran out again. Now, this is the second time he has been caught..."

"Ding Ziling?"

Ling Luoyu didn't expect this incident to involve Jin Pintang and Ding Ziling.

"I was caught this time, I guess I can't run..."

Aweng shook his head, tears low.

"The kid Zhao Lai, we were grown up as children, since childhood, enthusiastic, and sensible... Now, it's time for white-haired people to send black-haired people..."

On the deck of the patrol boat, two disciples of Jin Pintang pulled out Zhao Lai, whose body was full of blood.

Looking at her son, Zhao nai was even more heartbroken.

"Son...Alai..."

She struggled, trying to pounce on her son, but was pressed tightly by the people around her.

Zhao Lai was covered in blood, all over his wounds, his head drooping, he did not know whether it was alive or dead, and let others drag him, leaving a blood mark on the deck.

"Alai, it's my mother, I'm sorry... Mother shouldn't be sick... If you know the medicine, you stole it... Even if your mother is dead, she won't eat it... Son..."

Zhao nai's cry was like a desperate mother, sending her son for the last time.

Seeing his son suffer in front of him with his own eyes, but the helpless despair moved everyone.

Steal medicine? ?

Ling Luoyu poked the people around him calmly.

"Big Brother, this Zhao Lai...I stole it from the Young Hall Master's house, not gold and silver jewelry?"

"It's not... it's medicine... Zhao Anai's health has been bad, she fell ill again the other day, Zhao Lai invited many doctors and said they were not saved... Later, he didn't know where he heard the news. , It was said that there was a golden orange pill in the Young Hall Master's house, which could save Zhao A'nai's life, so he went...Don't say it, it really stole it..." The man sighed while wiping his tears.

Kumquat? ?

Ling Luoyu's eyebrows moved slightly: "The pill that Zhao Lai stole was Jinjudan?"

"It should be... the people outside all say so..."

"Then... do you know what Jinju Dan does?" Ling Luoyu's eyes were a little more playful.