Eighty-second bowl of soup (3)

But this child was covered with terrible scars. Rao Shi Qinghuan is very knowledgeable and has never seen so many injuries on a child of this age.

Her movements lightened unconsciously, although she pressed Zhan Li to the shore, but she just didn't let him move. "obedient."

Zhan Li didn't move first, and then struggled frantically. For him, this kind of being knocked down happened too many times, and every time he got a huge injury, but no matter how he was injured, he never gave in, and he still had to struggle. Until death.

Qinghuan was sweating profusely by him. The kid looked at the little one and seemed incapable. It was amazingly powerful and desperate. No matter how hard she struggled, she was afraid of hurting him. In the end, she had to kill him. Stay still, except for a pair of **** eyes, no part of the body can move, Zhan Li is considered to be honest.

Qinghuan looked at his hateful and cold eyes, first sighed, and then touched his head—dirty head, with bunches of hair that hasn’t been washed for long, but she didn’t dislike it, but instead. Gentle eyes: "I didn't tell you to take you to eat delicious food, but also to help you teach the bully, stop moving, and I won't beat you."

Saying that, his hands have already begun to help him take a bath. The dirt on the little guy's body can be scraped to a large layer, and Qinghuan's lack of hygiene is disgusting. But in this way, the scars are hard to cover up. What kind of life did he live in Tiandaozong? He was a good kid, so why treat him like this.

It took her more than an hour to wash Zhan Li, and her tired hands were about to break, but without clean clothes to wear, she took off her robe and put it on him, and then loosened her waist. Zhanli looked at the white robe on his body with horrified eyes. Qinghuan realized that his eyes were not right before he realized: "It's okay. I brought this dress casually. No one dares to say what you are wearing. What are you."

He touched Xiao Beast’s head again. Zhan Li’s shoes were broken, and one of the soles fell off. It was really hard to see. Qing Huan hugged him directly. He was small and malnourished. Full of food, so there is no weight. Afraid of him struggling, Qinghuan has never allowed him to be free.

Zhan Li's body exudes the scent of milk shower gel, which finally feels like a child. Qing Huan held him and sneaked into the Tiandaozong kitchen. It was already after dinner time, and the third-class disciples were also going to do evening classes. There was no one in the huge kitchen. Qing Huan looked around, put Zhan Li on a clean, unused stove, found some fresh ingredients, and asked him: "What do you want to eat?"

The little beast, who couldn't speak or move, put his eyes on the beef not far away.

They all said that he was a beast and a beast, so they didn't feed him meat, saying that he would develop animality from eating meat-but Zhan Li didn't understand. Isn't he a beast? Why can't beasts eat meat? The meat is delicious. He once stole a piece of raw meat. The wonderful taste made him remember. Unfortunately, he never had the opportunity to eat it since then, except for the leftovers that were dumped as bad water. He didn't even eat a clean bowl of rice.

Just because he is a product of wolf spirits and people, a monster.

Qing Huan saw his longing eyes, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart. She walked over and touched Zhanlu's head: "I will untie it for you. You are sitting here, waiting for me to prepare the meal, but you are not allowed to escape, can you?"

escape? Where can he escape?

Qing Huan just asked him, but didn't have to ask for an answer, so he set him free right now, and wrapped a chicken drumstick in oil paper for him. Zhan Li's eyes glowed green, and the vertical pupils looked very excited. He hugged him and chewed, Qinghuan looked at him dumbfoundingly. This little fool was so hungry that he even ate oiled paper. She hurriedly reached for it, but Zhanli thought she was going to grab her own food. She hid the chicken legs in her arms with one hand, and grabbed Qinghuan's wrist with the other hand and opened her mouth.

She hadn't expected it, so she was bitten, but she didn't feel any pain, even though Zhan Li's canine teeth had fallen deep into her flesh. Qing Huan sighed, knowing that it is difficult to get the trust of this little beast-like child, so he was not angry, but looked at him gently and tolerantly.

In Zhanlu's life so far at the age of seven, no one has ever released goodwill to him. His father was a wolf ghost, and his mother was a monk. They all died very early. From the moment he consciously started, all he got was rejection, disgust, alienation, and abuse.

Because of this, he is full of hatred for this world.

But when someone is kind to him without any purpose, he will quickly want to grasp this rare warmth and refuse to let go.

He bit Qing Huan's wrist and stared at her, with only one feeling in his heart: This person's blood is so sweet and so sweet.

He wants to continue drinking.

But if he really continues to drink, this person will die, right? Just like those pheasant rabbits who were caught by him and drank blood, they will die, and their warm body will gradually become cold and stiff. But the pheasant rabbit can't hug him or talk to him softly, let alone give him food.

Slowly, Zhan Li let go of her mouth, Qing Huan bent down and said to him: "I want to help you take off the oil paper, that thing can't be eaten, it will cause diarrhea." She pointed to the other Zhan Li. The chicken leg in his hand did not ask him for it. Instead, he picked up a piece of greased paper and told him to remove the greased paper and throw it away.

In fact, at the beginning, I wrapped him in oil paper to prevent him from eating too dirty, so that the clothes can be kept clean, but now it seems that even if it is soiled, what is there? You can wash it if it is dirty, right?

Zhan Li took the oil paper out the way she did, and first put it in his mouth and took two bites of chewing-he was too hungry to eat it and didn't notice the smell of the oil paper. After discovering that it was not delicious and had a strange smell, he obediently handed out the oil paper.

Qinghuan laughed and gave him another chicken leg. Seeing the little beast’s eyes brightened, his vertical pupils slowly dilated and rounded--Qinghuan knew that he had been on alert all the time, and it became softer because of the food, and the eyes were only bigger and bigger than ordinary people. The black is more round, and there is no difference in the others.

She quickly ordered a bowl of noodles. The ingredients here are the best, and the food is naturally more delicious. There were a lot of pork shreds in the noodles, and a few eggs were beaten. He had eaten the chicken drumsticks when it was served to Zhanlv, and he ate it while holding it even though the noodles were hot. It seemed that someone would knock down his bowl soon, but it was too hot , He was reluctant to spit it out, and after swallowing hurriedly, he stuck out his little tongue and only exhaled. It was so cute.

Qinghuan... She likes these little soft creatures very much. Seeing the few on the Naihe Bridge, you know that the soft and cute little things are extremely attractive to her. So when she turned her palm, she turned into a can of soda. The sound of opening the can makes Zhanli very scared. He was trembling with excitement, and Qinghuan realized that his ears would become fluffy and erect on both sides when he was extremely nervous, but it was too difficult for her to ignore during the bath just now. , No wonder... She said that there is something weird.

The furry ears are black and blend in with the hair, but the trembling look is really cute. Although they are thinner and more injured, they still look good. This is enough, at least for Qinghuan. It is enough for her to be gentler to him.

Resisting the urge to reach out and rub her ears, she poured soda into a bowl and handed it to Zhan Li. Zhan Li saw this kind of thing for the first time, and felt that the girl in front of him would not harm him, so he tentatively put out his little pink tongue with Qing Huan's hand and licked it gently. At first, I was irritated and took it back, but when I rolled it in my mouth, it was unexpectedly delicious. He took a quick glance at Qing Huan, held the bowl with two small meat cushions, and stopped after drinking half of the bowl gurglingly.

The more Qing Huan watched, the more he liked it, and she told him, "You have to eat the noodles slowly, otherwise it will be very hot and your tongue will hurt?"

Zhanlu hesitated and nodded, looking at her bitten wrist. Qing Huan followed his gaze and said with a chuckle: "You bit me, you have to listen to me in the future, otherwise I will be angry."

Zhan Li didn't know what obedientness was. He just barely understood what others said, and couldn't even talk, so he didn't respond to Qinghuan and went on to eat noodles.

With four dishes and a big pot of noodles, a child of this size ate all of them, and his stomach was high. Qinghuan saw that he was afraid that he would not have to eat in the future, so he would eat desperately, so he rubbed his stomach and decided Pack all the remaining ingredients and take away. After all, raising a child requires capital, and she is now penniless.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and a faint conversation came: "...Well, today's evening class has been too long. I'm starving to death. I have to eat something."

"I really envy those third-class disciples. At this moment, I just need to clean around. I don't need to practice so hard."

"Bah, I think you just said that. Would you like to really make you a third-class disciple?"

...

Several people talked about you, but Zhan Li turned his face pale. He knew what kind of treatment it was to be caught stealing, especially when he was wearing a white robe that a first-class disciple could wear!

Just when he panicked to get into the stove and hide, Qing Huan hugged him, with a little toe, and easily hid on the beam, stretched out his hand, with a piece of milk candy lying in the palm of his hand.

She slowly peeled off the sugar paper and stuffed it into the little beast's mouth. The little guy was nervous to death. As soon as the sweet taste entered, her expression changed instantly. Her eyes were watery, the vertical pupils disappeared, and the round black eyes came back. Up.