Nantes was so hungry that her stomach growled, but Xiao Yang licked the two bowls clean.

When the bowl was finally returned, the little boy Zhang Chuanliu opened the door to pick it up, but Xiao Yang deliberately talked with the child for a while, how old is it, how good is he sleeping, are you dreaming......

The child answered the question earnestly, but his eyes kept drifting into the room, and through the crack in the open door he saw the back of the mistress as he wished.

As graceful as a swan? Style? Slim? These words are weak! His eyes were glued, his mind paused, and he couldn't stop his nosebleed.

"Uncle, you have a nosebleed." Zhang Chuanliu poked Xiao Yang, who was stunned, and pulled his thoughts back to reality.

Xiao Yang hurriedly wiped it with his hand: "Ah, it's okay, it's okay, I'll just wipe it." ”

But now he was shirtless, and he had nothing but a knife, and where did he get the paper to wipe it.

Nantes mocked behind him: "Haha, the first swordsman in the dignified northeast will die because he sees a beautiful woman bleeding endlessly." ”

The little boy was kind-hearted, and pointed to a well more than ten meters away: "There is a well over there, you go and wash it, when I have a nosebleed, my mother will wash me." ”

"Oh good, thank you!" Xiao Yang blocked his nostrils with his thumb and said angrily to Zhang Chuanliu.

But when he got up, he saw the hostess turn around and walk to the door. When the two finally faced each other, they were both stunned.

One was that his face was scorched by the fire, and the bridge of his nose, mouth, and cheeks all grew dark red scar tissue, leaving only a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes and a white forehead.

One burned the upper right corner of his forehead, leaving a scar the size of an orange.

The same dark red, different positions, made the two feel sympathetic.

Xiao Yang smiled as naturally as possible, and the woman also smiled, and threw over a white towel: "The blood has flowed to the arm, go and wash it." ”

In this heavenly voice, Uncle Xiao nodded his head like a child, and walked backwards to the well across the street, until he tripped over a curbstone several centimeters high. Although he did not fall, he finally twisted himself in embarrassment and took advantage of the situation to lie down on the edge of the well.

Stopped the nosebleed, washed his body, and washed the used towel again, Xiao Yang finally sorted out his mood and mustered up the courage to walk back to return the towel, but the scene in front of him made his nose crooked.

Nantes, his good apprentice, was now holding his knife, sitting on the little stool brought by the goddess, holding a bowl and sipping the porridge, still steaming porridge.

What's even more annoying is that the goddess also moved a small stool, sat opposite with the chubby Zhang Chuanliu in her arms, and chatted with a smile.

Originally, Xiao Yang still wanted to pose as a ruthless knife and talk a lot of scenes, but now he can't care about it at all.

He ran over in three or two steps, and wanted to kick over the stinky boy who took advantage of the situation to rob him, and then asked for a crime in a menacing manner, but when he really ran closer, he saw the bright eyes of the goddess, and he was at a loss.

"Thank you for returning the towel. Ahh "Uncle Xiao squirmed when he said this, like a girl.

The woman was very polite, and when she saw Xiao Yang standing, she quickly let go of the child and stood up, and when she took the towel, she handed the small stool to him: "Okay, I'll take it in, you sit." ”

When the goddess entered the door, Xiao Yang viciously smashed Nantes with his elbow, and snatched the war knife called "Cutting Melon".

Nantes was drinking porridge, and she was struck by it, although it was nothing, but she squinted and coughed deliberately exaggeratedly.

"What's wrong with you?" The woman who had just turned around looked at Nantes curiously.

Nantes glanced at Xiao Yang with a wicked smile, then looked up and smiled at her: "It's okay, it's okay, it's so delicious, it's choking." ”

"I don't know if you'll be here, I'm not prepared, this is the last bowl."

"It's okay, it's okay, he's young, he's strong, that's enough, he's content." Before Nantes could speak, Xiao Yang opened his hand first to snatch the conversation.

"Humph! I don't want to eat anymore, my mother didn't eat in the morning, and you two ate our lunch too! The little boy still had the bullet in his hand, and the void poked and pointed at the two outsiders.

The woman hurriedly pressed his hand: "Little Liu, it's rude!" They're here to help us fight the bad guys......"

After speaking, she smiled apologetically at Nantes, Nantes didn't care, but Xiao Yang was very annoyed, and quickly snatched the empty bowl in Nantes's hand and put it on the ground: "Just know how to eat!" Hehe, don't mind, my apprentice is a foodie with a tendon, and he doesn't know much about etiquette. How do you think we can compensate you? ”

The woman shook her head and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, what kind of compensation, I wasn't hungry in the morning, I just finished the battle, looking outside, I don't have any appetite at all." ”

Nantes was not happy: "Who to say, who to say, who is a foodie, who just ate two bowls, I only ate one bowl ......"

He didn't finish his next words, because he was cut off by Uncle Xiao's cold gaze, and that look swept over his neck, making him suddenly remember the coolness of being held by a long knife on his neck.

"Haha, the porridge in the morning was so delicious, I couldn't hold back, I couldn't hold back. Haven't asked the girl's name yet?"

"Girl? I'm a child's mother, but I'm not a girl, I call me Kan Shuxin, you can just call me comfortable, everyone calls me that. The woman pulled the bangs that had slipped in front of her eyes behind her ears and sat on a freshly turned out futon.

The three of them sat under the eaves, Xiao Yang took the initiative to talk about the process of getting to know Zhang Chuanliu, from the time he began to tell Zhang San's bet, he was like opening the chatterbox, talking endlessly as if he had changed people.

It's just that the content of the story made Nantes more and more embarrassed, and the little boy bet the only bullet on Nantes, which was a thing that made Nantes particularly moved, but when it was told in Xiao Yang's mouth, it became an ironic act of honor.

In the battle in which he defeated Nantes, he deliberately exaggerated the bad motives of the Nantes envoy to collude with him to release the water, and described an ordinary battle as a shocking spirit, just like a thunderbolt on a sunny day as the background music.

During this period, Nantes opened his mouth many times to interrupt him to correct it, but the cunning Uncle Xiao had already put the knife on his knees in advance, covering with his arms, and the tip of the knife had been drawing on Nantes's waist, and the distance of one or two centimeters was ready for him to hang the lottery.

Fortunately, Kan Shuxin's eyes are bright, although he kept covering his mouth and laughing during the period, he always followed up with a sentence in the end: "How can it be so exaggerated!" ”

Nantes nodded movingly, and kept handing out the expression of "I am innocent, you understand me".

The little boy listened very carefully and looked at Xiao Yang with a look of adoration. In his world, the one who can defeat others is the hero, especially the sturdy shirtless man in front of him, who defeated the beggar next to him in front of him, and the posture of standing with a knife has long been seared into the depths of his memory.

Kan Shuxin saw that Zhang Chuanliu was very interested, and he was also happy to learn more about the outside world, so he took the initiative to ask about the outside world.

Only this time she wisely pointed at Nantes and said, "You speak first, he is exaggerating." ”

Xiao Yang was stunned, and there was a sense of panic that his position was not secure.

Nantes glanced at Xiao Yang very proudly, and deliberately moved his butt to stay away from the sharp knife.

His glance was like a bomb, blowing up Uncle Xiao's self-confident position.

Later, Nantes gushed about the Dreadnought Regiment, which defeated Xiao Yang's last bit of good mood.

After the apocalyptic crisis, 500 million people fled to Easter Island, bringing with them a complete order and industrial chain, these are things that Zhang Chuanliu has never seen and heard, after all, he was a three- or four-year-old child 6 years ago, and he has no impression of many things.

The complete social structure and bizarre world firmly attracted the two listeners like a science fiction story, and even Xiao Yang listened attentively, after all, these things evoked memories that they had long forgotten.

This pleasant chat ended with a question from Zhang Chuanliu: "What is chocolate?" ”

Nantes couldn't answer, he couldn't find the words to describe it, and he didn't have time to describe it in detail, because Zhang San came, with men, ropes, and stuffy sticks.