No...... No......

What not?

Isn't unintentional unintentional?

Oh, it's ridiculous, isn't it your own pride?

He stared blankly at the rooftops - a lifelong killer and a lifelong zombie. If you think about it, I am thirty or forty years old.

But after so many years, he never knew what he existed for......

It took a while for God to pay attention to his situation.

At the moment, he is in a very dilapidated wooden house, and the quilt on his body has been patched up layer after layer!

Such an environment made him in a trance for a moment. When he was first taken in by the Order, before the children were trained, he lived with dozens of children in a small, dark and dilapidated bungalow.

Of course, the little bungalow was much better than a wooden house.

Since being swept into an inexplicable time and space, he has become more and more cold, full of defensiveness against everything, and the once chic and wanton have been left behind.

He is unintentional, but he has never been a ruthless person, and the drama also needs to be affectionate to act well, but he is never emotional. Just acting with you.

Only now did he realize that he was really overreacting to being used by others, and one day the damned person would die.

The corners of Wuxin's mouth raised, and an evil smile bloomed, like a demon in the dark. It's the same as the unintentional kiss to the zombie.

It's just that he didn't know that the reason why he suddenly became so cold was only because of the influence of the zombie's indifferent nature after he became a zombie in the previous world. Now that he has left that world, the influence of the zombie instinct on him will naturally slowly disappear.

His unintentionality is not something that others can take advantage of, life - he is never rare, and the extra time should be earned.

Wuxin got up from the bed, lifted the quilt, and found that his clothes had been changed.

After getting out of bed, he walked out of the house.

When he saw the scene outside, the corners of Wuxin's mouth twitched slightly.

At a glance, there is no end to the mountains, and if he put it in his own world, he would definitely think that he was abducted and trafficked into the deep mountains and old forests.

The dilapidated wooden house is only a dozen square meters, and next to the wooden house is a simple thatched kitchen on the right side, and a thatched house on the right, and there is nothing superfluous beyond that.

It's really poor, and it makes people's teeth ache.

Wuxin looked around, and his eyes fell on the small figure in the kitchen.

The man was crouching on the edge of the stove pit, carefully controlling the heat. The man looked familiar.

Wuxin hesitated and walked over.

Tang Anran looked at the porridge that was about to be boiled, and his face showed a tangled expression of joy and worry.

Soon he will be able to make Childe's porridge, and he will be overjoyed at the thought that Childe will eat what he has made. However, there is only a bowl of porridge, what if the son can't look at it?

Tang Anran was thinking about it, and found that the porridge was about to be ready, so he hurriedly turned around to find the bowl - that thought, he suddenly bumped into a hard embrace, which made Tang Anran's nose red, and he almost cried.

He looked up and found that the boy was standing in front of him, holding back tears and calling out happily and carefully: "Childe, are you ......awake?"

"Your wounds—" How can you get out of bed with such a serious injury!

"No problem." Wuxin smiled and nodded. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I was attracted by this person's tangled expression, so I didn't make a sound.

"That son, wait a minute, I'll serve you porridge." The man was too gentle, and before he knew it, Tang Anran let go of his courage.

He bypassed the man and took out the best bowl from the wooden cupboard, and washed it four or five times before he dared to serve the porridge.

Looking at Tang Anran with no intention of laughing, he could see that this child was very poor. The child is much thinner than when we first met.

"What about your family?" Unintentionally asked casually.

"They ......" Tang Anran moved his lips, it was really difficult to speak.

Tang Anran didn't answer, so he didn't want to ask anymore. took the porridge handed by the child, glanced at the pot that was already empty, and raised his eyebrows unintentionally: "What about you?"

"I, I...... I've eaten it...... Childe, you can eat. ”

didn't expect the man to ask himself, Tang Anran was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly perfunctory. After speaking, he glanced to the side to hide his uneasiness.

Wuxin looked at the child's yellow side face with the hot porridge in his hand, and felt a little dazed in his heart, thinking that the child was so thin and miserable, how did the protagonist of this world attack; While reminding me of the past.

It's not that no one is kind to Wuxin, but that kind of good is just out of a life of licking blood on the tip of a knife without harming their own interests, and no one will care about anyone.

And the child's friendliness without any purpose is the first time that Wuxin has experienced it, maybe there have been people who have treated Wuxin like this before, but at that time, Wuxin had the opportunity to be treated like this?

In the last world, Rong Zhi was good to himself just out of attachment to himself, while Xie Qingchi was because he was very interesting, and their feelings were unintentionally known, but they didn't like others to approach him with a purpose.

Maybe it's because Tang Anran is an ancient, the ancients are always very stupid and simple.

Wuxin sneered in his heart, but his eyes were a little gentle, no matter how friendly and gentle he was before, only now there was a little warmth in his eyes.

Wuxin's eyes locked on Tang Anran, and he spoke in a slow tone: "What are you eating?" Air? ”

"Childe......" The child's cheeks flushed, and his heart was filled with sweetness.

"My name is Wuxin, don't call my son, just call me no big brother."

"No big brother." Childe said this, is it true that if there is no big brother in the future, he will really be his big brother? Then you must not let Childe know about the change of clothes for Childe last night, what if Childe hates himself?

Tang Anran is Shuang'er, in this world, Shuang'er is a woman-like existence, if you look at a man's body, you will naturally marry that man, and of course it is the same if you are seen by a man. Only married sons can be treated as men.

And whether Shuang'er marries a man or a woman, the heirs are very thin, so women generally choose husbands and will not choose Shuang'er, and men are not willing to marry Shuang'er.

It's just that Tang Anran thinks so well, that is, someone doesn't let him go.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Tang's mother and her children plan to deal with the fields on the mountain, so they will go to buy New Year's goods. When passing by Tang Anran's wooden house, he suddenly stopped.

She thought about it slightly, and she didn't know if the little slut was dead, and if she didn't die, she could save some trouble by going to work together.

So Tang's mother looked up and saw two people standing in the kitchen, a tall man, and the short and small one was naturally the little slut.

Tang Mu narrowed her eyes, thought for a moment, and rushed in violently.

"Okay, you Tang dog, a lonely man, you actually learned to steal men!"

Hearing the sudden scolding, the child's face turned white, he looked up at Wuxin's face, and saw that Wuxin's face had not changed, and he was still slightly relieved as usual.

Tang Anran looked at Tang's mother who was striding over, and called cautiously: "A-Niang."

Tang Mu snorted coldly, her eyes fell on the clear porridge in Wuxin's hand, and she snatched it and smashed it on the ground, and the splashed porridge flew around and almost fell on Wuxin's body.

Unintentionally took a step back to avoid it, but the smile on his face faded a little, he rubbed his thumb against his middle finger, and he couldn't see joy or anger in his eyes staring at Tang Mu.

Tang Anran looked at the broken bowl of porridge on the ground, his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry.

This is the only food in the family, and if there is nothing for the eldest brother to eat for a while, there is really nothing left at home!