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

Shocked holding his box, sitting by the fire, staring intently at the roasting pheasant.

"Want to eat?"

Jingpa maintained that posture, and there was a jumping flame in his clear eyes.

"...But...is it okay?" he asked cautiously, like a kid who wants to ask for toys.

"No."

I was shocked for a while and gave a light ‘oh’, lowered my eyelashes, and hugged myself aggrieved, a small ball.

"I haven't cooked yet." Chuzheng added: "It will take a while."

Jingpa did not respond, hugged his knees and looked at the fire.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Chuzheng scratched his chin, feeling that this action was not in line with the status of a big man, and quickly put it back.

The aroma of food gradually appeared in the forest.

Xiao Budian turned himself around and turned his back to Chu Zheng, leaving Chu Zheng a silver-white back of his head.

Chu Zheng: "..."

How can it be like abusive me?

Chuzheng took the roasted pheasant off, let it cool for a while, cut off the chicken legs with a knife, and cut them all into pieces, wrapped them in clean tree leaves and brought them to Jingpai: "Eat."

"...Didn't you say... it's impossible?" There was aggrieved voice in his voice.

Chu Zheng: "Did you hear the words behind me?"

"..."

Shocked and silent, Chu Zheng didn't bother to care about him, and stuffed things into his hands.

"eat!"

Shocked holding the sliced ​​food, looked at it for nearly a minute, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the food and grabbed it with his hands.

"Have you washed your hands?"

Chu Zheng's voice sounded abruptly.

After a shocking action, he shook his head for a while.

"Go wash."

"……Oh."

Jingpa put the things down, holding his box to wash his hands next to him.

The distance was so close that Chuzheng didn't follow it. Who knew it was just a while before something went wrong.

At first, Chu Zheng heard the sound of something hitting the water, and then there was a muffled muffled sound.

Chuzheng frowned and ran over there.

Feeling wrong after running two steps, quickly turn back and bring your own props—the coffin.

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By the stream.

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

"Good luck today. I picked up two monsters and such a little white face." The man first said with excitement.

"His hair..." The other man pointed at the silver hair, a little hesitant.

"Hey, just look good, just take care of so many things." Man A didn't care.

"I should be able to sell it for a good price when I bring it back." Man B is right to think about it, and echoed: "I don't know if he is alone."

"Recently, those monsters are rushing around, there is no one around here, even if there are people, he is now alone, who knows if he was eaten by the monsters." Man A smiled maliciously.

"Yes." Man second looked around: "Hurry up and take the people away, lest there are really people."

The teenager made a little noise except when he fell.

After the fall, there was no barking, and there was no sign of struggling, and he looked even weaker.

Therefore, these two men only regarded this as a little white face without the strength of a chicken, and they didn't care about it at all.

The two of them stretched out their hands on the left and the right to catch the shock.

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

It's like something is moving on the ground.

Man A and Man B looked at each other. It was this gap, and the boy suddenly raised his hand.

The powder was in the air, and the two men were completely unprepared.

The powder fell on the skin, and the skin was corroded instantly, and there was a loud noise.

"what--"

After the pain was felt, it came to pass.

The two screamed at the same time, covering their faces and backing away.

Whoosh--

A black shadow flew out of the woods and slammed into the two of them.

Man A tilted his body and fell to the ground, half of his body pressed by the coffin.

Man B was thrown into the stream behind.

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

Chuzheng pulled out the bushes and took a look at the young man sitting on the ground: "Is it all right?"

Chu Zheng went to help him up and patted the dirt on his clothes.

Shocked and shook his head slowly: "No...nothing."

Chu Zheng had touched him again and knew he was all right.

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

Chuzheng released his shock and went to see the man who was crushed by the coffin.

This look...

Chu Zheng took a step back in fright.

Are the props so powerful?

Disfigured?

Obviously this is impossible...

The first man grabbed Chu Zheng's ankle: "Save me...save me...it hurts, save me!"

Chu Zheng kicked him away.

Jingpa came from behind, under Chuzheng's suspicious sight, walked to the side of the man, pulled his clothes, covered his face, and blocked his mouth.

His movements are so proficient that he can bandage the wounds.

It seems that this can cover up evidence of crime.

Chu Zheng: "!!!"

After doing this, he got up and walked away, clasped his hands in front of him, and hung his head slightly, like a student who had done something wrong and was waiting for criticism.

Chu Zheng: "..."

I need to be quiet.

Is this a card that hasn't been blackened yet?

Are you kidding me?

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

Shocked and said nothing, but he stretched out his hand.

There were bruises in the palms of the white hands, and blood beads were oozing.

Chu Zheng held his fingertips and blinked his eyes, trying to take it back, but Chu Zheng held it tightly.

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

"what?"

"Sell me like goods."

Chuzheng's eyes were cold, he lifted it up and kicked on the man's body.

The hesitating man A snorted, nothing happened.

Chu Zheng pulled the boy into his arms and hugged him.

"My suitcase."

"..."

Box box! Do I have a grudge against the box?

"where?"

Jingpa pointed to the stream.

Chu Zheng picked him up and put him in the coffin, looking for his box in the stream.

Chu Zheng remembered that someone was hit into the stream.

There was no movement after the collision, and Chu Zheng thought he was dizzy.

But now she saw no one, only a pile of clothes lying on the shore.

People?

Ran?

impossible……

Chuzheng searched the neighborhood suspiciously, only clothes and no one.

Until Chuzheng saw a group of dark colors in the water, it was blocked by a U-shaped fork and did not flow away.

blood?

So much blood...

Chu Zheng thought of the man on the shore, wouldn't it be transformed?

Chuzheng shuddered, scary.

Then-I went to look for the box casually.

Chu Zheng carried the box back, and threw it into the coffin: "I don't want to help you find the box for the third time."

Shocked and hugged the box cautiously, pursing his lips without saying a word.

"It's wet, let go!" Chu Zheng first scolded fiercely.

Surprised, he was clever and let go of the box.

Chu Zheng: "..."

I want to be angry but I don't know who to be angry with.

The weak and helpless little poor can only hug himself.