Chapter 1422: Struck by lightning?

As a result, not long after that incident, this kid got into trouble again.

You keep your brain busy in the wrong places all day long!

This time, this guy actually asked someone else to go to Gumuxuan to buy the wood carvings-
He was self-aware enough to know that Old Wood would not sell the wood carving to him.

Then it was sold to someone else.

then
Well, another disaster happened.

Now the leg is broken too.

There is no explanation from Old Wood yet.

When this kid is able to get out of bed, he will take him to apologize to Old Wood.

What's all this?
How could this bastard make the same mistake over and over again? !

The more Mr. Zhou thought about it, the angrier he got.

I'm afraid that Lao Mu will really cut off ties with them now.

As a result, this kid didn't realize the seriousness of the situation at all and was still talking nonsense.

"You call others trash, I think you are almost the same!"

Mr. Zhou's face was as gloomy as water. "How dare you say that about others?"

"Look at what you have done."

"What did I do?"

Zhou Mingbao stiffened his neck and said to Mr. Zhou, "Is this my fault?"

"It's obviously the other party who is not following the rules!"

"you-"

Old Zhou pointed at Zhou Mingbao, his lips trembling with anger, and he couldn't utter a word for a while.

"What am I?"

Zhou Mingbao was impatient and looked irritated, "Yes, my leg is broken, I am useless."

"Is this okay?"

"I'm sick!"

"you-"

Mr. Zhou's body was shaking.

That was because I was angry.

"Old man."

The old lady pulled down Mr. Zhou's hand and asked, "Why are you arguing with the child?"

"You also know that Zhou Zhou is in a bad mood now."

"Let's talk about some things in a few days, when his leg is better."

"……snort!"

Mr. Zhou snorted heavily but said nothing more.

He knew that what his wife said was right. How could his son listen to any advice given his current condition?

Saying more at this time will only backfire.

……

"It is going to rain."

The old lady glanced out the window, a look of surprise on her face.

"Old man, please go back to the store."

"It will be bad if it rains heavily later."

"Ah."

Mr. Zhou nodded, "Then I'll come back this afternoon."

"You should also take a break,"

"When this boy falls asleep, you can also take a nap."

"Ok, I know."

The old lady narrowed her eyes.

……

Mr. Zhou left the ward.

After a while, the old lady also left the ward carrying the thermos.

Zhou Mingbao was the only one left in the ward.

……

"Wow~"

The rain came in sheets, and a strong wind blew the rain into the room.

Zhou Mingbao frowned.

"Why so slow?"

He complained.

The water stains on his face made him unhappily reach out to wipe them away.

"Bang~"

He put the bowl of apples heavily on the bedside table, feeling choked and uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, nothing goes right."

"They are all weird guys."

"Now even the rain is against me."

……

"Who is it?"

"Is it reasonable to hit someone now?"

"Just wait, break my legs, this matter is not over yet!"

"Damn it, bastard..."

"You dare to break my legs..."

"I'll ask my brothers to break your legs too!"

"You wait……"

……

Xiao Xiao squatted on the branch of a big tree outside the ward.

The windy and rainy weather did not have any effect on him.

He was dry all over, as if he was in two separate worlds from the heavy rain.

Looking closely, there was a faint golden light faintly visible on the surface of his body.

……

Zhou Mingbao in the ward became more and more irritable.

"Why haven't you come back yet?" He tugged at his clothes impatiently.

The fabric on his left shoulder was soaked by the rain and stuck to his body.

Even the warm and dry quilt felt a little damp and cold.

……

"Bang~"

Zhou Mingbao picked up the pillow and threw it out fiercely.

"anyone there?"

"Where did all the people die?"

"Should-"

"boom!"

Zhou Mingbao's voice stopped abruptly.

He still maintained the same posture as before when he threw the pillow, but his whole body was stiff.

Just now, just now, a bolt of lightning struck the pillow he had thrown to the ground.

The flying feathers are still floating in the air.

His eyes grew wider.

what happened?

Why did the lightning strike the house out of nowhere?

"Gulu~"

He swallowed hard and slowly straightened up.

"Haha."

He pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed dryly twice.

"Coincidence, right?"

Has he been having bad luck recently?
“It’s so unlucky.”

"Why do all these bad things happen to me?"

"Struck by lightning?"

"That damn Wang Shuo deserves to be struck by lightning!"

"Bang~"

Another bolt of thunder struck the house.

Landed beside his bed.

A charred spot appeared on the ground.

Zhou Mingbao felt as if his throat was pinched and his face turned ugly.

"What do you mean?"

His facial features twisted, "It's not over yet, is it?"

"Why are you dropping lightning on me?"

"The one who should be struck by lightning is the guy who broke my leg!"

"boom!"

This thunder was closer to Zhou Mingbao.

He almost thought he smelled something burning.

Not the smell of burnt pillows that had lingered in the air before.

But it's another burnt smell.

His eyes rolled slightly.

A beat later, I felt a dull pain on my cheek.

He slowly reached out and touched his cheek.

The smooth touch told him that the injury he thought he had suffered had not occurred.

The so-called pain was just his illusion.

He's fine.

Unscathed.

Zhou Mingbao slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Scared, scared him to death.

He just broke his leg and was struck by lightning...

If it were true that human power could not control thunder, he would really suspect that someone had deliberately used thunder to strike him as revenge.

He picked up the bowl on the bedside table and threw it hard, "Damn it!"

"Even God-"

"Bang~"

"Crackling~"

The porcelain bowl broke into pieces, and a small piece of broken porcelain scratched his cheek.

He didn't dare to move.

too close.

The lightning just now seemed to be right in his eyes.

He almost thought he was going to be hit by lightning.

The power of the thunder horrified him.

Zhou Mingbao's face turned pale and there was a buzzing in his ears.

His eyes were blank and unfocused.

He didn't even hear the door open.

……

"weekly?"

The old lady put down the bottle of water, and then she became aware of the strange atmosphere in the room.

She couldn't help but look at her son on the bed in some surprise, "What's wrong?"

"Why is it so quiet?"

After my son was hospitalized for his injury, he always liked to make a scene because of the pain in his legs and the resentment in his heart.

There is rarely any quiet time in the ward.

Fortunately, they were staying in a single room.

The sound insulation of the single room is also good.

Even so, she and her child's father were visited several times by doctors and nurses in the hospital.

Ask them to pay attention to the patient's emotions and be careful not to affect other patients.

(End of this chapter)