She subconsciously covered her mouth with her hands, and suddenly lost her strength.

The black child supported her in time, forcibly carried her to the bed, covered the quilt, and folded the corners of the quilt for her like a child.

Xin Youci was about to say something to save her face, but she heard his low and hoarse voice, "Little sick seedling." ”

Xin Youci: "......"

Come on, this time she really didn't have anything to say.

After all, what he said is the truth.

She suddenly remembered that since he had brought her back, did that mean that he had seen her go through the thunderstorm.

So......

She didn't dare to think about what was going on, would she be treated as a monster?

Lying on the bed, Xin Youci's eyes flashed and looked at him, and there was still no emotion in the black child's dark eyes. Inside, she was lying on the bed obediently, with a sickly face.

In fact, she was very familiar with this look, just like in the hospital bed in her previous life, but in his eyes, she inexplicably felt a little dazzling.

The black child didn't ask anything, but looked at her fixedly, and the corners of her lips twitched with imperceptible satisfaction, as if her well-behaved appearance pleased him very much.

Realizing that she was unexpectedly distracted when she saw him, Xin Youci hurriedly closed her eyes and made a resting appearance.

It was as if a stone had been thrown into the heart lake, and there were ripples in a circle, and it could not be calm.

The black child didn't annoy her actions, he only felt that something in his heart was full of swelling, and the previous panic and anxiety were satisfied the moment he carried her back to the hut.

There is only one thing that makes him quite regretful, that is, this little sick seedling doesn't know what's going on, and his body has become so bad, and he coughs up blood. Is it true that slaves follow their masters?

I just don't know if she will die with him when she dies, the black child thought thoughtfully.

But he still has some things to deal with, and he can't keep watching the little sick seedlings here.

Xin Youci closed her eyes just to relieve the embarrassment, but it may be the familiar environment that made her gradually relax, and she really fell asleep.

A safe sleep without dreams.

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When she woke up, it was night again.

Xin Youci didn't care about this, but thinking of her progress in picking herbs, she estimated that she would have to stay for two more days.

She got off the ground, ready to stretch her muscles.

In fact, she was not as weak as she looked, but she was light and full of strength. This should be the reason for the heavenly thunder quenching body, and as for vomiting blood, it should probably be overdone by the aura.

After walking twice, Xin Youci squinted into the distance, strange, with the personality of a black child, he would definitely not come to see her so late.

Is it possible, what happened to the accident?

The pale and thin appearance of the black child flashed in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was very possible.

This person is full of world-weary temperament that doesn't care about anything, and he may faint somewhere.

Thinking of this, Xin Youci couldn't help but support her forehead, which was really worrying.

Since we owe him a lot, we are obliged to bring him back and confirm his safety.

Walking out of the hut, Xin Youci walked in the direction that there would be someone living according to the only memory she had.

Somehow, she had a gut feeling that the second district was much more deserted, but it was also possible that it was due to the night, or it was her delusion.

Every house here has locked its door, and Xin Youci can't go in to explore, so she has to walk around outside, trying to get something.

At the end of the street, she still found nothing.

However, several high-pitched, shrill curses caught her attention.

She walked towards the house where the voice came from, and it was vaguely familiar to her.