"Xiaoxiao, the water is coming!"

When the old man saw Xiao Xiao standing at the door, he was stunned, but thought that Xiao Xiao could not bear the choking breath inside and came out to breathe.

He was carrying a bucket and walking vigorously, and he was about to go into the house to put out the fire.

......

"Grandpa Mu."

Xiao Xiao stopped the old man who was about to rush into the room with a bit of momentum, "I have already wiped out the fire."

"Just let this room breathe now."

......

"The fire is extinguished?"

The old man was stunned.

......

"Um."

Xiao Xiao took the bucket from the old man and placed it on the ground, "Sorry, I'll let you go there."

He heard the old man's gasping sound and felt a little apologized.

......

"You kid is really."

"What apologize?"

The old man let go of the bucket in his hand and his face relaxed.

Then he raised his hand and waved it, "If it weren't for you, I'd probably have to burn this room and I'd find out."

......

The old man walked to the door and looked into the house, "Fortunately it was raining heavily yesterday."

Seeing that the situation in the room was not very serious, the old man breathed a sigh of relief and explained to Xiao Xiao a few words.

"Some of these woods are leftover scraps carved from the previous carvings. They were originally placed in the yard and have not been completely dried."

"It made the fire not completely burn in a short period of time."

"It's God's blessing."

...

"but-"

The old man frowned and looked puzzled, "How can he get burned like this?"

Because of his own profession, he has always paid great attention to the problem of using fire.

He hasn't been to this room today.

Why did you get up inexplicably?

......

"Grandpa Mu."

Xiao Xiao reached out to the old man, and on his spreading palm was a piece of black and gray cigarette butt.

"This is what I found in the house."

"I think this is the fire source."

......

"Cigarette butt?"

The old man looked stunned, "I won't smoke-"

The old man's voice stopped abruptly and his face suddenly became very ugly.

"That bastard!"

The old man reached out to take the cigarette butt from Xiao Xiao's palm and squeezed it tightly into his hand.

Then, he suddenly turned around and left with great strides.

......

The old man's face made Xiao Xiao think.

This cigarette butt...

He thought of the man he had before.

That is, the old man's son.

He remembered that the man did have a strong and somewhat choking smell of inferior cigarettes on his body.

......

Let’s not talk about whether the culprit was the man.

However, a fire broke out at his father's house. When everything was unknown, the man as his son did not follow him?!

This is really...

Xiao Xiao thought of the words that the old man scolded a man before.

Unfilial son.

Judging from this incident, it is really appropriate.

......

"Mutansong!Mutansong!"

The old man called the man's name with his first name.

The tone was filled with a bit of anger under pressure.

Too bad!

That kid is really crazy!

Actually smoking in a house full of wood?!

Bastard boy!

Could it be that he wanted to burn this house if he couldn't get it?!

......

Mr. Mu looked for his uneasy son everywhere.

The curtain was slammed by him.

The wooden door also made a somewhat earth-shaking sound because of his excessive force.

......

"Grandpa Mu."

Xiao Xiao stood in front of the old man who was walking in a hurry and breathing rapidly, "On there."

He pointed his finger in one direction.

He heard something in the room.

......

The old man looked in the direction of Xiao Xiao's finger.

The next second, his facial features that were too angry became stiff as if they had been pressed by the pause button.

......

Then, a raging flame suddenly rose in the old man's eyes.

The stiff facial features became very ferocious and distorted.

......

The old man was obviously very angry at this moment.

He strode towards the room.

Xiao Xiao followed behind him.

......

The old man was a little unable to control his strength.

As soon as he thought that the boy might be in that room, the fire in his heart would be like a large basin of oil poured on.

The blazing flames were about to burn him to pieces.
To be continued...