Chapter 114 Sacrifice

Deadpool knelt beside the grass bed, using tender green leaves to wipe Hei Xiaoniu's face, his movements careful and solemn, as if he were tending to the most precious porcelain in the world.

If a camera were set up here right now,

you could film a moving news documentary called *Wife Paralyzed in Bed, Husband Never Leaves Her Side*.

Behind him was a glass, atop which bloomed a white lotus. From the heart of the lotus, a milky white liquid dripped from time to time, drop after drop, emitting an unusual fragrance.

Even from a distance, the scent had a refreshing effect; this was plant essence in its truest sense, the polar opposite of the chemical substances touted by cosmetic advertisers.

After accumulating about half a glass, Deadpool turned around, picked up the glass, and the white lotus automatically closed, preventing even a drop from spilling and being wasted.

Deadpool held up the glass and came to Hei Xiaoniu, ready to serve her the concoction.

"Slap!"

Hei Xiaoniu smacked the glass,

spilling the liquid onto the ground, splashing everywhere.

But soon, thin roots appeared, absorbing everything without wasting much.

Deadpool didn't speak. His face maintained a wooden calmness for a long time, making it impossible to discern his emotions, and he didn't talk much even to Hei Xiaoniu.

Recently, it seemed he had only spoken to Zhou Ze, showing slightly richer expressions.

"I'm not dying. Is now the time for you to waste your origin on me? What difference does it make if I get out of bed a day sooner or later?

Anyway, even if I get out of bed, I'll be in a wheelchair. It's not like I can fly."

Hei Xiaoniu, lying on the grass bed, started ranting.

Deadpool remained silent.

"Now that the boss's hand is broken again, since you've recovered, you should proactively go to the boss and help him replace his hand again. Do you have to wait for him to come to you?

It's his right to look for you; you were originally something he kept. But you're just putting on this unfeeling act; have you willingly accepted your identity?

Or are you trying to put on airs and pretend to be some worldly expert?"

Deadpool remained silent, gently stroking Hei Xiaoniu's back. Her rapid speech made her breathless.

"Go find him, hurry up! Tell him you've recovered and can reattach his severed limb. Go! Is being proactive going to kill you?

The hardest thing to earn is affection, you know that?"

Deadpool nodded silently; he listened to her.

Back then,

she said her legs were inconvenient,

so he carried her on his back;

she said she wanted to plant him,

he just nodded,

and let her plant him.

"Yesterday, I saw that person has already come out to support him. You have a chance. I've said it before, some people seem to always be floating, seem to have no ambition, seem to be content as salted fish!

But they're just lucky,

they're really lucky.

You have to admit that!

Not to mention a 'father-son relationship,' even a master-servant relationship is a kind of affection!

Go find him,

tell him you're ready,

and replace his shoulder!"

Deadpool got up

and walked out.

Hei Xiaoniu continued to lie on the grass bed, sighed, and stared blankly at the verdant ceiling above.

Sometimes,

she wasn't sure what she was doing or what she wanted.

After a long time,

she actually found that

tending to crops in this dark, indoor garden with a taciturn man

wasn't such a bad life after all?

As for regretting letting her husband seek noble titles,

Heh,

affectation.

............

The lion dance old man was sent into hell,

but his last words seemed to still linger here.

Zhou Ze yawned. He admitted that he didn't seem to be very good at comforting people. Last time, when facing that little girl named "Sheng Nan," it was also because his verbal persuasion failed, almost leading to the other party's complete berserk state.

Because,

you're not some naive fool.

When you don't even believe those platitudes yourself,

trying to use them to comfort others

is really a bit too presumptuous.

But Zhou Ze couldn't directly say in that situation:

"After you go down there, you won't be able to do lion dances, or even hop around. You'll just follow along with everyone else, tiptoeing forward, like a brain-dead zombie."

So, the bookstore still needed a ghost messenger to be stationed. Anyway, now that he had become a constable, the focus should be on accumulating merit. As for performance, there was really no need to worry too much. Of the five ghost messengers under his command, excluding Lao Zhang, who was slacking off severely, the other four would give him a cut of their earnings.

"If you have a lion in your heart, you can dance anywhere."

Lao Dao recited casually from the side,

as if he were really savoring it,

deeply studying the spiritual instructions passed down by the leader.

Then he subconsciously added, "If you have no code in your heart..."

Then,

he immediately covered his mouth.

Fortunately, Deadpool came out of the garden at this moment and stood in front of Zhou Ze, his eyes looking at the position of Zhou Ze's broken arm.

Zhou Ze understood what he meant but still asked:

"Can your body handle it?"

Deadpool nodded.

"Mm."

Zhou Ze wasn't pretentious either.

He went into the adjacent garden with Deadpool.

"Who would have thought that the Japanese priest who used to like causing trouble would eventually become the man standing behind Lao Zhou."

Xu Qinglang sighed while wiping a glass.

"That sounds a bit sour, a bit affected."

Lao Dao smacked his lips from the side.

After about a quarter of an hour,

Zhou Ze came out,

his arm restored.

"That surgery speed is really fast." Xu Qinglang handed Zhou Ze a cup of coffee.

Zhou Ze took the coffee, held it in one hand, and gently stirred it with a spoon in the other. It was still more comfortable to drink coffee with two hands.

Yingying brought a warm towel and wiped Zhou Ze's face.

Lao Zhang, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, finally couldn't help but come over and asked:

"Boss, can we leave now?"

"The boss hasn't taken a shower yet. Even if it's a major event, we have to wait until the boss has taken a shower!"

Yingying directly retorted to Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang smiled sheepishly and didn't say anything else. He was the one who had asked for help, so he was naturally too embarrassed to force it too much.

Zhou Ze smiled freely and said to Lao Zhang:

"Wait for me to take a shower."

"Okay, okay."

Yingying accompanied the boss into the bathroom. Zhou Ze took off his clothes and stood there. Yingying sprayed him with water while applying shower gel.

The master and servant were already familiar with this; sometimes, relationships could really become intimate beyond the boundaries and levels of passion.

It was like if you had hemorrhoids, you probably wouldn't be embarrassed to have your girlfriend who you just got together with help you apply the medicine, but if it was an old married couple, there wouldn't be any embarrassment.

"Boss, why do you dote on Lao Zhang so much?"

Yingying asked curiously.

She really felt that Lao Zhang was sometimes very tactless, always troubling the boss with things, and her boss was the one who hated trouble the most.

Of course, there was no intention of treating Lao Zhang as a competitor. Yingying was confident in her boss's taste; even if he liked men, it should be Xu Niangniang's type, with naturally beautiful brow bones.

Lao Zhang was almost old bacon; her boss wouldn't care for that.

"It seems like I'm helping him every time, but do you know, it's possible that he's helping me."

Zhou Ze replied this way.

"He's helping you? How is that possible, Boss? Every time it's not..."

"I don't really understand it now, but I always have this feeling. I don't know how to explain it, so sometimes I really feel annoyed and want to bury Lao Zhang in a hole, but when I think about it, I still don't want to do that."

"You can't bear to?"

"I can't bear to lose myself."

"That's so profound; Yingying doesn't understand."

"There's a saying you should understand."

"What saying?"

"Good people are rewarded."

"Okay."

Yingying continued to apply shower gel and changed the subject, saying, "Boss, I've been studying cooking recently."

"Mm, that's good. Practice first and try cooking. No one is born knowing how to cook. After you make something, you can first have Lao Dao taste it and let him give some advice."

"Yes, that's what I've been doing."

Zhou Ze suddenly understood why he found that Lao Dao's face had been strange these past few days, with shades of green and yellow.

............

In the garden,

Deadpool was kneeling there, emaciated, obviously having severely overdrawn his life force.

Fortunately, because of his own uniqueness, he could slowly replenish himself through the nourishment of the earth.

The earth nourished all things and didn't mind one more burden.

He was like a converter,

transferring and transforming the power that Zhou Ze and others couldn't obtain, thereby supplying it.

Hei Xiaoniu looked at him in this state, tears welling up in her eyes.

Deadpool smiled silently, saying nothing.

Hei Xiaoniu lay on the grass bed, picked up her phone, and dialed a number. The sound of wind came from the other end of the phone, indicating that the person answering was outside.

"Send this out, buy a trending topic for this, give money to these reporters.

Damn it, these big Vs have all lost their reputation, these few are just fake fans hyped up;

you actually spent money to ask them to repost? Do you think my money comes from typhoons?

Hey,

oh,

it's you. Something happened at the store?

Why did you think of calling me?"

"These few days, you can try to nourish yourself more, don't be afraid of overdoing it. In a few days, I can help you reattach your arm."

The lawyer on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment.

Hei Xiaoniu continued, "It's not just the boss's body that can do this kind of thing. Actually, I've been researching it and have made some progress and achievements."

The other end of the phone was silent for a while,

then a soft voice came:

"You two lovebirds,

are something else."