"Master!" Why bother, what's so good about that black kid, is he worthy of him.

This is the legendary grass that has grown for thousands of years.

The fire beast complained mercilessly, believing that no one was worthy except for the best master in the world.

Feed him the water mixed with her blood, and after doing this, Xin Youci seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze. Let the fire beast muttered and complain there, but it turned a deaf ear.

She looked at the black child carefully, never thinking that she would ever be so stupid one day.

Why didn't she react, no matter how black the black child's whole body was, it couldn't hide the scarred scars, and new ones would be added every few days, she was malnourished, but every time she brought her clean steamed buns or flowering white cakes wrapped in oil paper.

It's no wonder that there was only half a piece of flowering white cake at first, and no wonder when I first fell here, I heard the sound of cursing......

I never thought about it before, and I didn't bother to think about it, I just thought that this poor place was like this.

Looking back now, how ridiculous it was, why was she so at ease.

Why don't you just say go?

Xin Youci's heart was sour, but she felt that she had done something wrong, and there was nothing to cry about.

"Little madman, you can't die." She whispered.

If you have to save him, Xin Youci doesn't know what her reason is. Maybe it's because of the fledgling plot when she first enters the world, or maybe it's because it's her first friend......

But it doesn't matter.

She knew that it was cruel to forcibly leave a person who was bent on death behind. She wants to live herself, but she can't impose it on others.

But when she knew that the black child was about to die, her first thought in her heart was to keep him alive.

Whatever it is, if he stays alive.

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The sky turned slightly white, "Small, crazy, son?" A hoarse voice rang out.

Probably because she was too tired to sit, Xin Youci lay on the edge of the bed again and fell asleep unconsciously.

When I heard the cry in the haze, I thought I had heard it wrong, but I was thinking about the black child's injury and forcibly sobering myself up.

“…… Don't you're awake! ”

Seeing him open his eyes, Xin Youci's hanging heart was put back in her stomach. He immediately took his arm to check his pulse, and after making sure that he was alive, he got up and poured water for him.

The water was handed to his mouth, but the other party closed it tightly and refused to drink it, and stubbornly asked word by word, "Little madman, who is it?" ”

The black kid couldn't believe that the slave he picked up twice had another owner within a few days!

There is a breath of anger in his heart, he must know who it is, kill the other party first, and continue to let the little sick seedling have only one master.

Who, all, no, wants, wants.

"Huh?" Xin Youci was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant, but still answered his question, "You, aren't you just a little madman!" ”

It's strange that she is more than his slave, she has something to eat but she is hungry and malnourished, she can not be beaten and scolded, but she is willing to be beaten for some reason.

The black child did not answer, and repeatedly muttered in his heart that the little madman and the little sick man, the name was the same, well, very harmonious.

Although she has one more word than him, it still doesn't matter that he is the master.

The name, he was very satisfied.

"Drink water."

This time, the black child obediently drank the water and felt that his throat was much moister.

"But, seriously, what's your name?"

The two of them can be regarded as a lifelong friendship, how can they not know his name.

The main thing is that she is a little curious.