Countless bad memories of the night instantly rushed into An Jingzhen's mind.

Afraid that someone would find out about his movements, An Jing Zhen clenched the gate tightly and walked to the room without saying a word: such a big person can't disappear out of thin air.

Since it's not in the yard, it must be in the house.

Whether it was for Jin Qing or for himself, he had to guard his residence well.

Who would have thought that as soon as he walked not far from Jin Qing's room, An Jingzhen heard an endless stream of creaking sounds coming from the room.

Hearing this familiar voice, An Jingzhen's heart tightened, and then all the unbearable scenes of the past appeared in front of him.

The same creaking, the same frequency, even the low wheezing, the sobbing of silence, and even the crisp sound of joints.

Jin Qing: Lao Tzu gnawed on a chicken thigh, you don't need to think about it like this.

The thin quilt wrapped around An Jingzhen's body fell to the ground instantly, and in his eyes, Jin Qing in the house at this time was as weak and helpless as he was at the beginning.

An Jingzhen felt a chill down his spine, even if it had been many years, he still couldn't stand such a thing happening.

He didn't care to think about why no one else was heard in the room, he just wanted to scrape all the disgusting stuff alive with a knife.

Thinking of this, An Jingzhen turned around and went to the stove room, picked up the knife that Ding Min'er had just sharpened in the morning with his left hand, held the spatula in his right hand, and rushed into the room where Jin Qing was.

Jin Qing's mouth was stuffed with food, and by the way, the bones of various animals in his hands clicked.

Although Ding Min'er's body looks strong, it is actually very empty, in order to have a better quality of life in the future, Jin Qing feels that she has to make up for herself.

So, when he saw An Jing Hongguo rushing in with a weapon, Jin Qing immediately squirted out the food in his mouth.

An Jing in the dark night, like a demon jumping out of hell, looked at the creaking bed with a fierce look: "Get out of here immediately, or I'll kill you now." ”

Faintly, he could only see the figure on the bed, and he was relieved in his heart, fortunately there was only one person.

Jin Qing, who had just wiped his mouth clean: "..."Was she robbed?"

After friendly communication with An Jingzhen, Jin Qing finally figured out that An Jingzhen had rushed in to save her just now.

I have to say that this feeling is very novel, she is actually protected by a little child.

And this little kid still has a nose.

Jin Qing grabbed a leg of mutton with his hand and continued to gnaw: I don't have eyes, a good child actually made himself like this for nothing.

An Jingzhen didn't expect that Jin Qing would give him such a heavy hand, and blood kept flowing out of his flattened nose.

In order to save the fabric, An Jingzhen didn't dare to block the bleeding nostrils at all, only wiped the nosebleed that was still flowing again, and the ash at the bottom of the pot on his hand was mixed with the nosebleed.

Jin Qing turned her face away, she really couldn't stand it.

Feeling a hot pain in his nose, An Jingzhen was very puzzled in his heart, which one was a dream, he remembered that it was really not like this in his previous life!

Thinking in his heart, An Jingzhen reached into the bedtable and took out a handful of plant ash from it, this thing really doesn't look good, but the hemostatic effect is really good.

This is also the experience he gained in the cold palace in his previous life.

Carefully plastering the grass and wood ash into his nostrils, An Jing felt that his nosebleed, the speed of the flow slowed down, and then quietly retracted into the corner.

neither grabbed the bed with Jin Qing, nor did he talk to Jin Qing.

Jin Qing skimmed An Jing for a long time with the corner of his eyes, and saw that he was sleeping with his hands around his knees, so he asked tentatively, "Are you hungry?" ”

For a long time, just when Jin Qing thought that An Jingzhen had fallen asleep, he heard An Jingzhen's resentful voice sounding in the corner of the wall: "I'm not hungry!" "He hadn't been hungry in a long time.

As soon as An Jingyun's words fell, he heard a loud empty sound in his stomach.

An Jingzhen, who pretended to be 13 failed again, couldn't withstand this huge blow after all, only heard him choke out of his throat, and then cried out.

He felt that he was stimulated more today than he had been in the years when he had been a tyrant!

Jin Qing: "..."What's wrong with you, I don't need to cry like a dead mother."

707 explained to Jin Qing clearly: "Hosts, when people have no object to rely on, they will be very strong, and even have no weaknesses.

But when they find that they have someone to rely on, they become vulnerable, and this tyrant is somewhat dependent on you. To put it bluntly, it's just to give in to the strong, which is also an eternal truth.

Thinking of this 707, I can't help but feel a little emotional, it is estimated that the failed missionists at the beginning were thinking about how to influence this tyrant.

Without taking into account the fact that this so-called tyrant is, in the final analysis, a half-grown child with an extended period of rebellion.

For such a child, the emotional and touching way of education is far less effective than pressing him to the ground and beating him.

But she can't say this directly to her own host, otherwise with her brain-dead host's comprehension ability, she will definitely be able to do something to beat this tyrant three times a day.

After listening to 707's explanation, Jin Qing's eyes widened in surprise: "Yes, how do you know so much!" Jin Qing never thought that this 707 would be so profound.

Closing the psychoanalysis professional data that he had just clicked on, 707 accepted Jin Qing's adoring tone very calmly: "Because I am very knowledgeable." "It's the most useful system in the world.

Jin Qing said to 707: Praise you twice I don't know what my surname is.

Then he paid attention to An Jingzhen in the corner: "Do you want to eat?" ”

It was not easy for An Jingzhen to come out of his self-spurning.

After listening to Jin Qing's second invitation, An Jingzhen's words that he originally wanted to refuse swirled in his mouth but swallowed back.

After all, he is a person who has been an emperor for a few years, and he can endure anything, but he really can't bear to be hungry now.

The little weed in his stomach that he had eaten before had already been digested in the frightening and tossing just now, and he really needed something ambitious now.

Thinking of this, An Jingyun quietly raised his head and responded weakly to Jin Qing's position: "Yes." ”

The cute little milk voice, coupled with the choked tone, can almost make people bleed.

After hearing An Jingzhen's answer, accompanied by a crisp sound of broken bones, Jin Qing quickly packed a bag of food, wrapped it in a sheet and threw it in front of An Jingzhen.

An Jingyun hugged the package in front of him, which was very huge for him. Due to the poor sight in the room, An Jingzhen could only open the package and touch it one by one.

Then he was blown away by the food in the package.

Where did this woman get so many chicken paws, duck paws, sheep's trotters, pig tails...