The door is not closed, and you can enter by pushing it open.

Walking further in, I saw a thin and powerful woman, dressed in yellowish and curly clothes, holding a dirty wooden stick in her hand that seemed to have been picked up casually, with ordinary features but fierce eyes, and cursing something in her mouth from time to time.

Probably too involved to notice that Xin Youci had come in.

She also deliberately avoided the woman.

It wasn't until the moonlight shone brighter that Xin Youci saw the woman cursing at the target.

It's a black child.

She covered her mouth in surprise to prevent herself from screaming.

However, the woman seemed to be angry, and waved the stick in her hand as she cursed, and threw it down at him mercilessly.

"Slut! What is it...... Mother hippie dares to play prestige with me, what kind of thing are you...... You're a useless fool too...... I'm @#¥#! ￥%#￥%@#”

Vicious and ugly words are endless, like dog skin plasters that are given for free without money.

The more Xin Youci listened, the more confused she became, not knowing who she was scolding.

The black child lying on the ground was obviously much more relaxed, and those Xin Youci would be beaten down with a tight stick in his heart when he heard it, not only did he look calm and did not resist or move, but there was even a strange smile on the corner of his lips.

The faint light in his eyes revealed the madness in his heart.

The black child's eyelashes drooped, and if the stick was hit harder, it would be good, and he would not die. He was a little entangled in whether to wait for her to finish the fight and go to see the little sick seedling, or to stimulate her to die.

It's hard to choose.

But he didn't want to give up.

If it's really dead, why do you have to pull the little sick seedlings?

After all, she was his slave......

Xin Youci didn't care what kind of illness this "little madman" was committing, but at the moment, he should still find a way to get rid of the woman.

If I continue to fight, I am really afraid that this "little madman" will be killed.

She looked around, her eyes moving slightly, and she had an idea in an instant.

Looking at a room a little further away from the room, she pulled out a small crimson ball shaped like a pearl and threw it with all her strength.

Almost as soon as the ball hit the ground, a fire broke out in that room, and the fire was so bright that it was hard to ignore.

This is the good thing she "wanted" from the fire beast, and it is transformed by its spiritual power. Don't look at its small one, as long as you throw it, you can instantly burn the other party to ashes, no matter what it is.

Worried about the black child's home after all, she still restrained herself, so that the fire only burned that room, and would not harm others, but it was not easy to extinguish.

It is the most suitable to adjust the tiger from the mountain.

Sure enough, when the woman saw that the house was on fire, the stick in her hand was frightened, and she hurriedly shouted, "Master, come out quickly!" Fight the fire! Then he was gone.

I can vaguely hear the man's resentment and yelling.

Xin Youci made sure that she was gone, so she came out of the shadows, ran to the black child's side, grabbed his hand and checked his pulse as soon as possible.

After a few breaths, she looked at him with complicated eyes. Maybe she was overly excited, and she didn't know where to give birth to the strength, gritting her teeth and carrying the black child behind her back.

"Hey, don't die." Little madman.

Xin Youci tried not to let the tears fall from her eyes, and desperately endured it so that she could see the road ahead and take him back to the hut.

With a breath in his heart, he went back to the hut in half the usual time.