Perhaps he felt that his words were heavy, or perhaps Guo was aware of Wu Fei's loss. After he said these words, he went back to his house directly.

Wu Fei had just entered this room and knew the general condition inside. Once the door was closed, it would be so dark that it would be invisible to see his fingers. There were windows that were covered with thick felt. How could people stay in such a place?

"Wu Fei, Mr. Guo has no malicious intentions, don't care too much." Being raped by Mr. Guo like this made Wu Fei feel extremely embarrassed and inferior. Unexpectedly, Xiaotong would come to enlighten him at this time.

"I'm fine, I'm dependent on others." Wu Fei said mockingly. Compared to the coldness on his body, his heart was even more cold.

"Master Guo rarely acts like this. Just don't come to Xiaole next time." Xiaotong said as she took off the gun from her shoulder and said excitedly: "Your gun was helped by Guo himself."

It can be seen from Xiaotong's face that he is so envious, but for Wu Fei, he doesn't know what school guns are, so how can he talk about excitement or happiness?

"Wu Fei, don't be in a blessing without knowing it. In the entire Erma Mountain, Xiaole is the only one who can ask Mr. Guo to help the gun. The second and third leaders came to beg him in person. Mr. Guo only let Xiaole attack." Seeing that Wu Fei still had no reaction or expression, Xiaotong added another sentence. The meaning in his words was very clear. Mr. Guo could hardly help others to help the gun. Outside Xiaole, the second person was him. It seemed that Xiaotong could not enjoy such treatment.

After hearing Xiaotong say this, Wu Fei finally smiled a little, took the gun he handed over, but suddenly saw Xiaole a little discouraged, lowering his head and wondering what he was thinking.

What's wrong with him? Wu Fei was a little puzzled, and gave Xiaotong a wink and signaled him to look at Xiaole.

"Wu Fei, your life is so good." Xiaotong's words were a bit strange.

"What did you say? I don't understand." Wu Fei looked at him.

"I said you're so lucky!" Xiaotong increased his tone. He walked to Xiaole, and in Xiaole's surprise, he took off the gun on his shoulder and said, "Xiaole also crafted a gun for you, you can go secretly."

Didn’t Xiaole help me with a gun? How could I get my life up? Wu Fei secretly told me and thought to myself: If I have a good life, I will not be an orphan, and I will not be a bandit in Shang Erma Mountain. But then I thought, if I have a bad life, how could I meet Sister Ping, and how could I be picked up by Mr. Xiaole and Guo in the snow? In this way, my life is pretty good.

When Wu Fei was thinking about it, Xiaole raised his head. The previously lost eyes became extremely clear. He made a few gestures at Xiaotong, then looked at Wu Fei and made a few gestures at Xiaotong.

"There is nothing to say about this? If you don't say it, this idiot will never know that you did these things for him."

Xiaotong said these words to Xiaole. When he said these words, there was a hint of teasing on his face. Seeing that Xiaole seemed to be angry, he quickly said, "Okay, my good Xiaole, can I be wrong? Don't bother me?"

"What did Xiaole just say?" Xiaotong's strange performance made him feel curious.

"I didn't say anything, don't ask, I won't tell you after asking!" Xiaotong smiled, making Wu Fei feel bleak.

Xiaole's eyes looked at Wu Fei today were different than usual. In the past, he always looked coldly, but today was obviously much more enthusiastic than the previous few days. I wonder if it was because Wu Fei knew that he could not speak, but instead opened his heart, or that Wu Fei's performance on the battlefield yesterday made him very pleased, which made his attitude change so obviously.

"Stingy." Wu Fei muttered, and a cool breeze suddenly blew, he shivered, rubbed his arms and asked, "Xiaotong, where is my clothes? It's so cold."

"You have the nerve to ask me, the clothes I washed yesterday have not dried yet. You were drunk again at night and vomited all over. If Xiaole and I were not stripped off, they would probably be smelly now." It would be fine if the clothes were not mentioned. When it comes to the clothes, Xiaotong immediately started chattering like a woman.

"Yes, thank you, then." Wu Feirang blushed a little. He rarely drank before, let alone got drunk. This was the first time he was making such a fool.

"Your clothes are not dry yet. Either you wear wet or hide in the quilt and ask me..." Xiaotong was obviously extremely disgusted with helping wash the mess of vomiting, and his words became louder and louder. However, Xiaole pushed him slightly when he was feeling tired and interrupted him.

Seeing Xiaole pulling Xiaotong into his room and taking another gun away, Wu Fei wanted to follow in, but thought of Mr. Guo's words just now, and hurriedly shrank, took the gun handed over by Xiaotong and returned to his residence.

Sitting on the kang wrapped in a quilt, the cold was immediately driven away. After a little warmer, Wu Fei picked up the gun and looked at it carefully and stroked it. Thinking of the two guns he had seen in Mr. Guo’s house, he compared the guns in his hand and murmured to himself: "I will be your master from now on. Don’t worry, I will love you like Mr. Guo’s gun."

"Puchi!"

A laugh suddenly came from outside the door. Wu Fei knew that Xiaotong was coming. Except for him, no one here would laugh like this.

"Wu Fei, I think you are quite cute too. How do you plan to love your gun? Like to your wife?"

Xiaotong's laughter was very sharp, not like a boy's laughter at all. Wu Fei didn't think about it, only thinking that he was deliberately making such a laugh to ridicule him.

"I don't have a wife, so I don't know how to take care of my wife, why don't you find one for me?" Wu Fei replied angrily.

"You... Xiaole, look, this guy is so heartless. We're here to bring him clothes."

It was not until he heard Xiaotong's words that Wu Fei moved his eyes away from the gun.

Not only Xiaotong was standing at the door, but Xiaole also came. He held a stack of clothes in his hands. No need to guess that he knew that he had brought his clothes to Wu Fei for wearing. Although Xiaole was a little shorter than Wu Fei, because Wu Fei was thinner, his clothes were also worn just right, and the last time he fitted very well.

"Thank you, Xiaole. Thank you, Xiaotong."

Wu Fei put his gun on the kang, got out of the quilt and jumped barefoot to the ground, bowing to Xiaole and Xiaotong each.

Xiaole shook his head lightly and made a few gestures to Xiaotong.

"Wu Fei, Xiaole said you don't need to thank him, as long as you practice well in the future." Xiaotong translated his gestures.

Wu Fei was about to nod and agree, but saw Xiaole making a few more gestures. He hurriedly turned his head to look at Xiaotong, waiting for his translation.

"Are you afraid of suffering?"
Chapter completed!