Hearing that familiar voice, Wu Xie lay there quietly, if it weren't for the obvious ups and downs in his chest, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a real mummy.

When the young man saw that he no longer moved, he gently held his hand and never let go, and for some reason, from the first time he saw him in a pool of blood, the young man could no longer take his eyes off it, not to mention how nosy the young man was, but when he encountered his business, the young man could no longer stay out of the matter and ignore it.

The wheel of fate turned again, and this time no one could predict what was going to come, not even if it was from the sky.

Wu Xie's body recovered very quickly, and in just five days, he could go down to the ground to carry out simple activities, although he couldn't fight, but it was no problem to take care of himself.

This is a room of about ten square meters, it is an old-fashioned residential house, on the third floor, the orientation is not good, the yellowed walls, gray and dark and there are a lot of green moss that breeds because of dampness, a worn-out wall clock is ticking happily, Wu Xie looked around where he was, and always felt that all this was still in a dream.

However, the faint pain on the wound and the painful and itchy feeling brought about by the hard growth of the granulation were absolutely impossible to fake, and the air faintly exuded the pheromones of the owner of this room, and Wu Xie could easily see some of the past scenes from it.

There was a touch of long-lost innocence on his face, and with a faint smile, Wu Xie slowly walked into the kitchen.

The so-called kitchen here is nothing more than a two-square-meter balcony, and the room where Wu Xie temporarily lives and this small space are only a part of the entire unit.

This unit has a usable area of about eighty square meters, divided into three independent bedrooms, and there are some simple bunk beds in the living room, the air is full of the smell of male hormones, and of course, the smell of stinky socks that have not been washed for thousands of years, but all this can just hide the breath of Wu Xie, if it is not for a large-scale careful search, this will be the best place to hide.

The blunt kitchen knife flew quickly in Wu Xie's hand, just a few simple modern stoves, even if the god of food was haunted, it was difficult to cook delicious food, besides, how long had Wu Xie not cooked in person? However, compared to compressed biscuits and instant canned food that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, the dishes made with fresh ingredients are more delicious.

Wu Xie looked at the dishes he produced with satisfaction, and glanced at the quartz clock hanging in the living room casually, and the hour hand of the clock pointed to six o'clock on time.

The door cracked open, and a young man who couldn't be more simple walked in from outside the door, and at a glance he saw Wu Xie standing on the balcony of the living room, and walked towards him quickly.

Naturally, he took the dish he was holding, and without speaking, the two of them walked towards their small room.

A white plastic bag was placed on the ground, and the young man put the dishes on the small square table, and from the plastic bag like a treasure, he took out a package that was tightly wrapped in three layers inside and three layers outside the towel, and handed it to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie took it casually, felt the fragrance and heat emanating from the inside of the towel, and said with a bright smile: "Little brother, how do you know, I want to eat rice?" ”

The young man called Little Brother was speechless, and took out two steamed buns that seemed to be a little stiff from the bag and gnawed them silently.