Chu Zheng caught two pheasants in the forest, plucked their hair and roasted them on the fire.

Jingpo held his box and sat by the fire, staring at the roasted pheasant intently.

"Want to eat?"

Jingpo maintained that position, and the clear eyes reflected jumping flames.

"...can...can...can?" he asked carefully, as if he was looking for a toy.

"Can't."

After a while, he let out a light "Oh" sound, lowered his eyelashes, and hugged himself in a grievance, a small ball.

"It's not cooked yet." Chu Zheng added: "It will take a while to eat it."

Jingpo did not respond, and he held his knees and looked at the fire.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Chu Zheng scratched her chin and felt that this action was not in line with the identity of the boss, so she quickly put it back.

The aroma of food gradually became apparent in the forest.

Xiao Budian turned himself around, turned his back to Chu Zheng, leaving Chu Zheng with a silvery back of his head.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Why did it look like I was abused?

Chu Zheng took off the roasted pheasant, cooled for a while, cut off the chicken legs with a knife, cut them into slices, wrapped them with clean tree leaves and took them to Jingpo: "Eat it."

"...Didn't you say... it's not possible?" The voice was full of grievances.

Chu Zheng: "Didn't you hear what I'm behind?"

“…”

Shocked and didn't say anything. Chu Zheng was too lazy to argue with him and stuffed the things into his hand.

"eat!"

Jing Po held the sliced ​​food and looked at it for nearly a minute. In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the food and grabbed it with his hands.

“Have you washed your hands?”

The sound of Chu Zheng suddenly rang.

He paused his movements and shook his head for a while.

“Go and wash.”

"……oh."

Jingbo put down the thing and took his box to wash his hands next to him.

The distance was very close, so Chu Zheng didn't follow him. Who knew that something happened just now?

Chu Zheng first heard the sound of something hitting the water, and then the vague humming sounded.

Chu Zheng jumped, jumped up and ran over there.

I felt something was wrong after running two steps, so I quickly turned back and brought my own props - the coffin.

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By the stream.

The boy in white fell to the ground, and two lazy men stood in front of him.

"I'm lucky today. I picked up two monsters and picked up such a pretty little face." Man A said excitedly.

"His hair..." Another man pointed at the silver hair, hesitating.

"Oh, just look good, what do you care about so much?" Man A didn't care.

"It should be sold for a good price when you take it back, and it looks good." Man B was right and agreed, "I don't know if he is alone."

"The monsters are running around recently. There are no people nearby. Even if there are people, he is alone now. Who knows if he was eaten by the monsters?" The man A smiled maliciously.

"That's right." Man B looked around: "Take the person away quickly, so that there will be no one."

The boy made a little noise except when he fell.

After falling down, he didn't scream, nor showed any sign of struggle, and he looked even weaker.

So these two men just thought that they were a little white face without any power, and they didn't care at all.

The two of them reached out to grab the two of them, one left and the other right, and they tried to grab the shock.

At this moment, there was movement in the forest...

It was like something was moving on the ground.

Man A and Man B looked at each other, and it was this time when the boy suddenly raised his hand.

The powder was raised in the air, and the two men were not prepared and were completely hit.

The powder fell on the skin, and the skin was instantly corroded, making a sizzling sound.

"ah--"

The pain is transmitted after realizing it.

The two of them screamed at the same time, covering their faces and retreating.

Whoosh-

A black shadow flew out of the forest and ran into the two of them with a bang.

The man's body tilted and fell to the ground, half of his body was pressed by the coffin.

But Man B was hit into the stream behind.

In the dark environment, the screams were particularly harsh and cunning.

Chu Zheng pulled out the bushes and looked at the boy sitting on the ground first: "Is it okay?"

Chu Zheng went over and helped him up and patted the soil on his clothes.

Shocked and shook his head slowly: "No... it's okay."

Chu Zheng had already touched him and knew he was fine.

"Ah... it hurts...my eyes, help, my eyes!" The screams continued.

Chu Zheng let go and saw the man pressed by the coffin.

This look...

Chu Zheng was so scared that she took a step back.

Are props so powerful?

Can it be disfigured?

Obviously this is impossible...

Man Jia grabbed Chu Zheng's ankle: "Save me...save me...it hurts so much, save me!"

Chu Zheng kicked him away with one kick.

Jing Po came from behind, and under Chu Zheng's suspicious sight, he walked to the man, pulled his clothes, covered his face, and blocked his mouth.

He is so skillful that he is as good as bandaging some wounds.

It seems that this can cover up the evidence of the crime.

Chu Zheng: "!!!"

After doing this, Jingbo stood up and stepped back, held his hands in front of him, lowered his head slightly, like a student waiting for criticism for doing something wrong.

Chu Zheng: "..."

I need to be quiet.

Is this horse-treading card that has not yet turned black?

Bastard, are you kidding me?

Chu Zheng took a deep breath and asked, "Did they bully you?"

Shopo didn't say anything, but he stretched out his hand.

There was a scratch in the palm of my fair hand and blood beads were seeping.

Chu Zheng held his fingertips and blinked his eyes in shock. He wanted to take them back, but was tightly held by Chu Zheng.

Shoe Po pursed his lower lip, gave up struggling, and said slowly: "They... want to sell me."

"What?"

"Sell me, the goods are like that."

Chu Zheng's eyes turned cold, and she lifted it and kicked it on the man's armor.
To be continued...