The iron rod was all over red. It was obviously the iron tool that Uncle Qiu had just put in the iron stove. Before he could build it, he was picked up by the fire kid's bare hands.

This won't burn your hands!

But I was so anxious that my cold sweat flowed out in an instant, and I thought to myself: "It's over, Huo Wa's arm is considered useless."

Uncle Qiu was very happy. In a flash, sand and soil poured on him. He took a clamp and directly clamped the red iron rod in Huowa's hand, and then threw it directly into the pool.

"Si..." There was a squeak, and the sound was so unpleasant that it was like pressing the heart into a frying pan.

I didn't care much about it, so I wanted to protect Huowa's arm when I went up. I felt that the things in my hand were in the way, so I threw them away. I happened to touch Huowa's arm. He lifted his arm accidentally and directly hit the things in my hand into the stove.

I didn't care about what it was, I just cared about the fire-catching baby's arms.

"Huowa, how is your hands? Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine, master, what's wrong with you? So frightened?" The kid didn't care.

"Oh my god, Huowa, are you stupid? Why are you using that thing? How could you hold it in your hands?" I was so anxious.

"Master, I saw that this brother wanted to use a clip to clamp the iron rod, but he couldn't clamp it out after clamping it several times. I looked hard and helped him. I took out the iron rod with my hands. Why are you..."

Huowa wondered why we were so disgraceful.

Can it not lose its lust? The fire stick is hundreds of degrees, and it would be strange if it doesn't burn it. My sweat has increased and I was afraid that the fire stick will be destroyed. But I saw the fire stick with my own eyes just now. With that warmth, the fire stick must not be able to keep it.

At this time, I saw Huowa's hands stained with black sand, and I couldn't tell what the injury was.

Uncle Qiu held Huowa's arm and was also frightened and sweated, shouting: "Erlang, go and get red oil."

Erlang ran into the house in panic, turned around and came out again, holding a clay pot in his hand, and quickly walked to Uncle Qiu. Uncle Qiu picked up the clay pot and went straight to Huowa's hand.

Seeing that I poured my whole hand over, my face turned a little better.

I was frightened: "Uncle, do you need to find a doctor?"

"Doctor? Who is the doctor?"

"Ah, it's not a doctor, it's a doctor, no, it's... a doctor." I was so anxious that I didn't remember that the doctors in the Tang Dynasty called doctors.

"Oh, Brother Yong, I'm also dealing with the doctor in this way. I've been tying irons for many years, and I often get burned by fire. This can has the best red oil sludge, which is very effective in treating scalding, and is hundreds of times stronger than the herbs of ordinary doctors. However, judging from the scene, this baby's hands...ah..." The implication is that Huo's hands are no longer safe, and my face instantly turns from red to white.

Uncle Qiu was also in a hurry and grabbed Erlang Zhao and beat him.

"You dead boy, why don't you look at me? Why did you hurt the guests! I'll beat you to death!"

Erlang was also in shock and was suddenly beaten and scolded by his father, and couldn't help but burst into tears with a "wow".

I also advised him with kind words, but Uncle Qiu just refused to listen. He used his ruthless move to greet Erlang, obviously feeling ashamed of Huowa and me.

I couldn't stand it. Just as I was about to get up to stop Uncle Qiu, a thin, black and dirty little arm suddenly grabbed Uncle Qiu's thick arm, and Uncle Qiu's arm suddenly freezes in the air and can no longer make any progress.

Uncle Qiu was stunned and was surprised to find that the one who was holding his arm was Huo Waer. He wanted to break free, but he waved it a few times, and it didn't move at all, as if it was welded there.

Uncle Qiu and I were both surprised at the same time: "Huh!"

Uncle Qiu said: "Why is this kid so strong? His little arm is like cast iron."

But I said, "Uncle, is there anything wrong with his hand?"

Uncle Qiu and I screamed at the same time, but the shocking thing was different.

Uncle Qiu was surprised that the fire kid was extremely powerful because he was scrambling iron all year round and his strength was so strong that ordinary strong men were far from as strong. This was what he knew. Today, a little kid grabbed his arm and couldn't even loosen it. How could he not be surprised?

What surprised me was not the power of Huo Waer, but the arm of Huo Waer who grabbed Uncle Qiu was the one that was scalded by the fire stick. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be powerful if it was burned like that.

At this time, Uncle Qiu also realized that he wanted to see what was going on, but he couldn't take it off.

I hurriedly shouted: "Huowa, let go."

Huo Wa said with a serious look on his face: "Don't hit children!"

Uncle Qiu couldn't help but laugh and said hurriedly: "Okay, okay, I won't hit you, don't hit you, let go."

Huowaer then let go, and Uncle Qiu shook his hand, making the blood flow much smoother.

Then he took Huo Wa's hand, looked at it again and again, and asked Saburo to bring a wet cloth to help Huo Wa clean his arms, and then stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

I couldn't wait, and finally couldn't help asking, "Uncle Qiu, how is Huo Wa's hand hurt?"

Uncle Qiu touched his head, turned to look at me, and said in a tone that he didn't believe it, "Am I dazzled just now? Didn't this kid hold a fire stick with his hands? Why didn't he burn at all? Shouldn't he?"

I also took Huo Wa's arm and looked at his little arm carefully. Except for the dirty ones, I really couldn't see any burns.

It's strange.

Could it be that the one I just grabbed was the place where it was not burned red? That shouldn't be. Even if one end was not burned red, there was a lot of heat.

I asked Huowa how he felt.

Answer: "It's okay."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

It's really okay to look left and then look.

Uncle Qiu and I were puzzled for a long time, but we just didn't know the reason.

But as long as Huowa's arm is fine, nothing else is wrong.

I just said, "It's fine, it's fine."

Suddenly, I thought of something and said in surprise: "No, there is something wrong!"

Uncle Qiu was shocked. I didn't care about answering and went to get the iron clip on the table. I accidentally cut my hand by the knife on the table. Blood flowed. But I didn't care about this and directly used my bloody hand to hold the clip and churn into the stove.

"What's going on? Brother Yong?"

"The token accidentally fell into the stove just now."

It turned out that I was holding a token in my hand and accidentally fell into the stove to put out the fire baby.

Fortunately, I could still see the token. I tried to use a clip to clip, but because the fire was too strong, I didn't clip it out for a while. The blood on my hands dripped into the stove, making a "squeak" sound.

Uncle Qiu said, "I'll do it. Stop the bleeding quickly." As soon as he took the clip to clip, he was still skilled and clamped the token in an instant.

It was about to be pinched up, but it fell down accidentally.

"Erlang, go and take the shovel."

Erlang of the Qiu family responded and went to get it. I didn't care about stopping the bleeding, but I just held the wound and came close beside Uncle Qiu, watching anxiously, for fear that the token would be melted away.

With the blazing flames, I saw that the token was a little red, not the kind, but it looked like blood red. But this did not attract my attention. What attracted my attention was a strange image in my eyes, and I felt that the image on the token seemed to be moving.
Chapter completed!