Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 313 Xiaowan's Past

After applying the medicine, Xingluo continued to practice the magic circle. Although he was still using his left hand, his speed was getting faster and faster, and gradually there were afterimages. After a flash of silver light, the enchantment was completed. Today has been a whole year since he came here, and the New Year is coming soon.

For Xiaowan, this is an extremely important matter. She would decorate the whole small shop for it every year, and would also cook a large table of dishes for the teacher. Of course, the quantity is only a little less than that to celebrate Xiaoxing passing the three-pointed star assessment. After all, there were only two of them at that time, and they couldn't eat too much if they made too much. This is how Xiaowan explained to herself. Today is the first day of the new year. She crawled out of the bed early, rubbed her sleepy eyes, looked at Xingluo who had already woken up with surprise, and raised her cute little mouth, hum, isn't it just that you get up earlier than me, so you are promoted so fast. Little did she know that this was a day that Xingluo didn't sleep, and it was also his daily routine for a year.

Xiaowan got up and took out the decorations she had bought long ago from under the bed. She was the busiest person during the festival, but also the happiest person. Although there were only three people in the shop now, she didn't want to be perfunctory at all. This was the festival she had been waiting for a year, and she had to decorate this place that had been regarded as her home. Yes, this was Xiaowan's home, but not Nicken's or Xingluo's home. The two were just passers-by in this shop, but Xiaowan regarded this place as her home, so she cooked, maintained the wooden furniture, and washed the dishes and clothes. Xingluo sometimes couldn't help wondering why she didn't hire someone to do the job, but Xiaowan just smiled and shook her head and said, "For me, doing these things is a way to relax. I don't have any magical talent, so my promotion is slow, and I don't like meditating all day. That would be too boring. Doing these things makes me feel alive."

"Alive?" Xingluo was slightly startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that someone would look at housework in this way, but then he shook his head with a wry smile. He knew that he practiced magic and body control all day long, but rarely did these things. Sometimes he would think of the days when the mercenary group was first established and the five-man team went on adventures. At that time, he was responsible for grilling, Pandora was responsible for eating, Mo and the others went to find food and fuel, and Ying was responsible for vigilance. Those days have become Xingluo's precious memories. With the improvement of his strength and the continuous expansion of his influence, he has become busier and busier. This time he was seriously injured and could not recover. It would be nice to experience such a life, so even if he was seriously injured, he would help Xiaowan with some housework within his ability. He was not afraid of pain, but was just afraid of breaking the bowls. Because when he first started doing this, the severe pain all over his body made him lose control of the bowls, and one was broken. At that time, Xiaowan didn't say anything, but cleaned up the bowls silently, and secretly cried alone in the middle of the night. At that moment, Xingluo was shocked. He thought his life was hard enough, but compared to Xiaowan, it was a world of difference. At least he had never understood the life of someone who was heartbroken because of breaking a bowl.

From then on, Xingluo never broke a bowl again. But in the beginning, he tried to do some other housework, and he no longer forced himself to do those that he really couldn't do.

The reason why Xiaowan cried was not because the bowl was broken, but because she found Xingluo's right hand wrapped in bloody bandages late at night. At that moment, her heart was deeply touched. She didn't know why a person with such injuries was still alive, and why he was still helping her with housework, but she knew that since the other party didn't say anything, she couldn't take the initiative to ask. She knew that Teacher Nicken had a story, and Xingluo seemed to have many stories as well, but that was other people's privacy, and she had to know how to respect privacy.

Because when she was old enough to remember, her mother often went into the room with strange men in order to give her bread. Although she came out quickly, one time her mother saw her with a terrified face, her eyes full of tears, but she was holding a piece of bread in her hand. She was very dirty, but the food in her hand was unusually clean. At that time, her mother told her to respect everyone's privacy and not to ask questions that she shouldn't ask. So from then on, she seemed a little indifferent to other people's affairs, and even if she was curious, she rarely asked out loud, because she knew that if she protected her mother's privacy, she could have white bread to eat. This habit has continued to this day, so she has never asked about Xingluo's arm. She knew it must be a very big deal, but she didn't ask. So when Xingluo did housework during the day, she tried her best to do all the dirty and tiring work by herself, and only some small things that she was too busy to do would be Xingluo's turn to do. Even Xingluo didn't notice this. Even if she felt sorry for Wan, how could she cry late at night because of this? She just felt sorry for Xingluo. What exactly did that boy carry? Sometimes she couldn't help but be curious.

As Xingluo's body recovered, he could do more things, and Xiaowan naturally had more time to practice. Although her magic talent was limited, how could she not make any achievements in alchemy? After all, the one who taught her was a high-level alchemist, and Nikken was also an excellent teacher. Some people were powerful, but they might not be able to explain the knowledge in a simple way so that children of a few years old could understand it. Master Nikken also had a talent as a teacher, and Xiaowan did have a good talent for alchemy, but she had to take care of the elderly before. Although the other party said no, she knew she did the right thing when she saw the smile in the teacher's eyes. She just made a choice between taking care of the teacher and practicing alchemy, just like her mother did back then, choosing between living and dignity. It was not difficult for Xiaowan to make this choice, because everything she had now was given by the teacher, so she just wanted to make the teacher happy.

Although Xingluo's arrival increased her workload at the beginning, it was not too much. It was nothing more than cooking one more dish and one more bowl of rice. At first, Xingluo was a little confused as to why magic was not used to do these things. He could not use magic, but the teacher and Xiaowan should be able to use magic. However, as time went on, he found that both Xiaowan and the teacher rarely used magic, especially in life. It seemed that magic was only used in alchemy and alchemy assessments. Xingluo didn't know the reason, but he just followed the local customs. As his body recovered, he began to wash his clothes by hand. However, when Xiaowan found out, he would silently wash the clothes that Xingluo had taken off. Xingluo refused several times, but found it was useless, so he gave up. After all, it was just outer clothes, so he didn't say anything more. He just silently did more housework and even washed the clothes immediately after taking them off.