A few black lines pulled down.

Xin Youci: "......"

Wasting feelings, what an unconscious child.

Sighing, "Then you can get smaller and sleep on the chair outside, and I'll make it thicker and softer for you." ”

"Okay."

The fire beast hurriedly responded, knowing that now was not the time to be hypocritical.

didn't let her bother anymore, she became smaller very consciously and lay down.

-

At night, both the acacia and the fire beast slept, and the black child was still unconscious.

Xin Youci couldn't sleep anymore, so she simply went out to walk around the door.

The impact and shock of this day on her was too great.

She was still a little uneasy after all.

Sophora won't talk about it, it's a secret.

According to her years of experience reading scripts, if she is not the protagonist or villain, she is at least an important plot character.

But who can not have a secret, the left is not to be blocked, the water is to cover, she sees the move.

Can be blacked out ......

But she couldn't see it.

It is always said in books that people have desires.

For example, some people chase fame and fortune, and some people see it as dung, and they all want something.

For example, she wants to live and fight against fate; For example, the fire beast is narcissistic and loves beauty; For example, Huaihua, although she doesn't know what she wants, she can also see her obsession in her eyes.

And the black child is obviously like a ball of dead air.

When he checked his pulse today, it was obviously a sign of long-term malnutrition, but when he saved her before, he could still take out steamed buns and even flowering white cakes, although it was not much, it can be seen that the days have not reached the point of not having enough to eat.

However......

Xin Youci couldn't figure it out, so she got up and processed the herbs she had picked during the day in the moonlight.

Part of this is to supplement the nutrition of the black child, and part of it is ready to be sold for money.

Xin Youci had thought so for a long time, she couldn't always let the black child survive.

He was only five or six years old, and even if the children of the poor were in charge of the house and lived for nothing, she would not be able to live in conscience.

-

Because she had been worried too much last night and ran to sort out the herbs in the middle of the night, she fell asleep when the sky was slightly white.

When I woke up, I saw the fire beast swaying in front of the door.

Xin Youci Wan'er, this is like a lion and a leopard when it is a big fire beast, but it is even more cute when it becomes smaller.

Live like a tsundere flower cat, and the pattern is also extraordinary.

She saw that the black child was still lying in the house, and the acacia flower had long since disappeared.

Then he asked, "Where have you gone?" ”

The little fire beast turned to her and looked at her with his neck tilted, "I don't know, I went out early in the morning."

Xin Youci didn't hold back, and reached out to wrap the soft hairball.

It's so cool.

"Well, let's see if I'll come back at noon, and if I don't come back, I'll go out and look for it."

A man and a beast sat down on the stone steps in front of the hut and began to bask in the sun.

After a while, Xin Youci heard a noise behind her, and knew that it must be the black child who woke up, but she didn't look back.

I thought in my heart that the medicine I picked yesterday should be enough for a few days, but it can temporarily alleviate the malnutrition of the black child, but his illness is long-term, and he needs to be well regulated, and he can't rush it.

She was thinking about it seriously, but she heard a hoarse "little sick seedling" with anger behind her.

Xin Youci was blindfolded all of a sudden, turned her head slowly, and saw that the black child still had anger in his eyes, so she was sure that the "little sick seedling" just now was called out by him.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had been called by that name.

Was it after she became a gunslinger, after her manuscripts made her more prestigious, or after she grew richer......

Xin Youci was like falling into an ice cellar.