Hou Xi hurt his back.
Comparing the cool Hou Xi from Ningping Mountain with the Hou Xi who gingerly walked while holding his back and exclaiming in pain…
The two little ones laughed so hard they rolled on the ground.
Then Xie Tian, with a dark face, gave each of them a slap.
"Uncle Xie Tian, we were wrong."
"We shouldn't have made fun of Uncle Hou Xi. How about we go see him?"
"Yes, let's go see him." Xie Tian headed towards the cave where Hou Xi was, worrying all the way, "What to have for breakfast…"
Hou Xi's back was only twisted a bit.
Such a minor injury could heal on its own in the time it takes to say a few sentences.
Yet Hou Xi stayed in the cave overnight.
Seeing Hou Xi's face still red after a whole night, Xie Tian knew the young man felt hurt pride.
"I told them the mountain was too high; the Priest didn't listen."
Xie Tian consoled him, and the two little ones nodded, constantly swallowing their saliva.
