The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

Mrs. Hua's face still had traces of tears that had not yet dried, making her look particularly haggard. Her originally black and shiny hair had become covered with many white hairs overnight, as if the years had left a deep mark on her.

Wutong looked at Mrs. Hua who was so anxious, and a feeling of pity welled up in his heart.

She couldn't bear to tell the poor mother the truth, so she forced a smile and comforted her softly.

"Madam, Hua Ye and my elder brother are not in danger of death. It's just that he needs to rest for a while to recover from his injuries. Don't worry!"

Her eyes were firm and gentle, trying to give Mrs. Hua some reassurance.

"Old man, why do I feel like this is an extraordinary situation? I'm afraid my daughter's life is hanging by a thread, a near-death experience."

General Hua's old eyes were filled with tears, but they did not fall for a long time, and his voice still sounded so strong and powerful.

His expression was very solemn, and his eyes revealed deep worry and uneasiness.

He clenched his fists tightly, as if trying to control his emotions, but his slightly trembling lips betrayed his inner fear.

"No, sir, don't worry!"

Wutong quickly shook her head, with a forced smile on her face, trying to comfort General Hua.

However, her eyes revealed a hint of guilt, as if she didn't dare to look directly into General Hua's eyes.

Wutong raised her hands with difficulty and waved them, trying to convince General Hua that she was speaking. Her body was trembling slightly, and she was obviously under tremendous pressure.

Xu Fu moved his pointed ears, he really couldn't stand the sound of Hua Ye's mother crying.

He frowned and shook his head impatiently, muttering to himself, "It's so annoying. She keeps crying and it's giving me a headache."

He flashed and appeared behind General Hua and the others in the blink of an eye. Then, he gently waved his right sleeve, and a tiny speck of white dust flew out.

General Hua and Mrs. Hua inhaled the dust into their noses without noticing.

However, at this moment, General Hua and his wife suddenly became limp, as if they had lost all their strength. Their eyelids gradually grew heavy, and finally they closed their eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the two people lying on the ground, Xu Fu smiled with satisfaction, nodded, and said to himself: "It's much quieter now."

Before he could finish his words, he heard a whoosh and was severely beaten by Wutong...

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a vine about the same thickness as Wutong's wrist suddenly fly out from behind her. It was like a nimble snake and went straight towards Xufu.

Once, twice, three times...

Wutong seemed to have hit Xufu very hard, making him scream in pain, but he still refused to give up, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart.

"Are you sick? If Hua Ye knew about this, with her vengeful nature, she would definitely beat you up. Don't blame me for not warning you then!"

Wutong said angrily while beating him.

Xu Fu tried his best to dodge, but he still couldn't escape Wu Tong's attack and could not avoid suffering some physical pain. After enduring several whippings, he finally made Wu Tong stop.

He covered his injured arm with his hands, his brows tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, and his handsome face with sharp edges showed a painful expression, which made people feel pity.

“Wutong, you hit me so hard, it hurts so much!”

He looked aggrieved, and deliberately pouting his thick lips, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, as if silently protesting: Wutong can't hit him like this.

"Don't give me that! I haven't even used a third of my strength. With your thick skin and tough muscles, it's doubtful I could hurt you!"

Wutong rolled his eyes at him unhappily, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his tone full of teasing and sarcasm, mercilessly exposing his disguise.

Faced with Wutong's straightforward words, Xufu knew that his little trick had been discovered, so he had no choice but to put down his hand that was supporting his arm and smiled widely, revealing eight neat white teeth, but there was a hint of ruffian in that smile.

"We have to make do with urgency. In this situation, no matter how much we explain, it will be futile. We can only deal with it this way for now!"

As he spoke, he waved the staff in his hand and cast a spell, gently placing the two elderly people, Mrs. Hua and Mr. Hua, on the beds in the room that had not yet been burned, and quickly set up a solid barrier to ensure their safety.

"Okay, you're right, whatever you say is what it is..."

Wutong was speechless at his eloquence and was too lazy to argue. He just shook his head silently and cast spells on his own, trying to restore the mansion to its former prosperity.