Chapter 37 - Finally, It’s Me! (2/2)

Jing Yi shook his head. ”They wanted to hurt mommy. And father.”

Qiu Ling coughed. The poor Mister Zhong had gotten injured and was still only mentioned as an afterthought. This child … was really too biased.

”It's good, that you understand. How about riding on a horse, too?”

Jing Yi looked at the animals, clearly not taking a shine to the idea. Qiu Ling turned around and shot Madam Zhong a glance.

She came over and squatted next to him. This might just be the opportunity, she had waited for. ”You know, Jing Yi, mother did say, that animals are dangerous. But back then, you were a lot younger and not as tall as you are now. It's not as dangerous anymore. And mommy is with you. Nothing will happen to you.”

Jing Yi looked at Qiu Ling again, asking for confirmation. Qiu Ling smiled. Finally! Finally, I'm the one he asks for his opinion! ”Your mother is right. You don't have to be afraid. You can even ride together with your mother, how about that?”

Jing Yi nodded and extended his arms. Qiu Ling picked him up and sat him on top of the horse, helping his mother up after that. He took the reins of the horses and lead them toward the pond. The other animals followed after them, as if they were used to going with this group already.

Qiu Ling smiled. How nice of these bandits, to gift the Zhongs a couple of fine horses as well as all their belongings. If they brought that to the capital, they wouldn't be completely destitute. They certainly wouldn't keep the horses. If anything, they might hold onto one of them as a means of transport. The others, they'd probably sell, but that would provide them with a nice sum of money. It was the perfect start for their life in the capital.

The four of them soon reached the pond. Qiu Ling helped them down and started cleansing Mister Zhong's wound. It would have been so much easier, had he really been a daoist. Casually taking out some pill to heal even mortal wounds. How great would that be? But which dragon would carry something like that with him? Their bodies were as robust as a mountain. To seriously injure them was nearly impossible. Even the gods and demons had problems to do so.

Qiu Ling looked at the wound he had rinsed and frowned. He should dress it somehow. Was there something he could use? He had a look at the spatial ring on his middle finger, mentally sifting through all the things in there.

Of course, there was no dressing material. He could only use something else. Looking around for a while, he finally found a piece of cloth, that could be used. He winced taking it out. This was originally something, he had gotten for Jing He. But saving his mortal father would probably also get him into his good books?

He didn't hesitate any longer and reached out. Just before touching Mister Zhong's arm, he stopped, turned around and handed the cloth to Madam Zhong. ”It might be better, if you dress the wound.” Really, he had never needed to do something like that. Before he did something wrong and accidentally hurt the man even more, he'd rather let his wife do it.

Madam Zhong took the cloth, perceiving the smooth texture. She couldn't help feeling a little guilty. This seemed like it was worth very much. Could she really use this to dress her husband's wounds? But before she could ask, Qiu Ling had already turned around. She watched him smiling at her son, sighed and finally helped her husband. She didn't know, what he hoped to get from helping them, but she certainly wouldn't refuse this help.