She was already young, her face was dirty, and no one could tell that she was a woman.

Walking to the fire, Tan Jiu also woke up, sat by the fire with his knees crossed, and kept his head down without saying a word.

Yo, what are you pretending to be deep when you're so silent?

Chongkui sat down, added to the fire himself, and dried his clothes.

The wound on his waist is still faintly painful, and the place where he was beaten by Tan Jiu yesterday was even more incredible.

But I don't know what method he used, and the internal injuries seem to have healed.

"Do you still want to eat mutton?" Chongkui asked lukewarmly, "Otherwise, let's go now, find a town or something, and eat something delicious." ”

She's fed up with the smell of mutton.

Hiss...... The wound hurts......

"Your wounds...... Aren't you alright?" A weak voice came from the other side.

Chongkui was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, and on the other side of the firelight, the boy raised his head, and there was a blue-gray shadow under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well.

The cold gray eyes were filled with a damp mist, and they looked at her blankly and pitifully.

"You, what kind of garlic are you pretending to be?" Chongkui said cautiously, this guy, do you want to act again?

He tilted his head, frowned slightly, looked at her, looked around again, and asked confusedly, "Did something happen?"

That kind of pitiful, straight to the heart, with her countless experience of reading people, there is no trace of acting at all!

Chongkui stared at him with vigilance, clasped his hands around his chest, and said coldly: "What do you want to do? Just say it directly, what to pretend, is it fun?"

He froze for a moment, then cautiously asked, "I, what did I do wrong?"

"Don't pretend!" Chongkui suddenly stood up, almost annoyed by his stupid appearance, and distraught!

His anger frightened him, and his gray lips were pursed tightly, and he could not say a word for a long time.

Chongkui glanced at him, this cowardly look didn't look like a disguise.

That rampant perverted and evil Tan Jiu, will he pretend to be like this?

It's not like ...... Wouldn't it be one of his perverted hobbies again?

Chongkui didn't have a bottom in her heart, and she didn't dare to talk to him more, she had suffered a loss in his hands, and if she said something wrong, she couldn't stand being beaten by him again.

"Hey...... Here we go again. ”

The helpless voice came from behind him, and he walked slowly through the grass, glancing at the young man, who did not have the dog-legged flattery he had before.

Chongkui couldn't help but be surprised, before and after, the changes were too great!

"Silly hair, you're alright!" said the young man happily, seeing Dullhair, as if he had seen an old friend for many years, and smiling innocently and harmlessly.

"Silly hair, who is Silly Hair?" Stupid Mao pointed at him angrily, "If you chirp crookedly, I will lock you up and never let you out again!"

The boy was immediately silent, a little scared and at a loss, as if he had done something wrong to make him unhappy, like that kind of child, who is naturally afraid of adults.

Chongkui's eyes almost fell off, thinking back to the ghostly look of Tan Jiu before, he was intoxicated when he was kicked, how can he ......

Is she dreaming?

The experience of being beaten half to death by Tan Jiu in the middle of the night before, was it just a dream of hers?

No, her broken hand bone is still aching faintly now, and she can't move normally, how can this be a dream?