It should be an old house that no one lives in, but it hasn't been abandoned for a long time.
Chiba was so sure, but did not dare to take Wu Zhou to the front yard. Generally speaking, if an old house that has been abandoned for a period of time is left unattended, even if a beggar does not move in, there will be some close relatives of Wu Zhou, such as
Wild cats and dogs.
Pushing open the dilapidated wooden door of the hut, a few wisps of dust fell on the door frame. There were only a few farm tools stored in the house, and they were piled in the corner.
"It seems like this place is pretty good. We probably won't be found for a while." Qianye said, taking out a small rattan chair from his sleeves, putting Wu Zhou on it, reaching out to take it off and sticking it on his forehead.
The light body charm.
Wu Zhou looked at the shelter that was becoming more and more shabby every time, rubbed his forehead, and said lightly: "Don't stick here next time."
Qianye shrugged and spread his hands, "I don't expect there to be a next time. Always running with you in my arms makes me have the illusion that I am an invincible superwoman. It's so unfeminine."
"I hope so." Wu Zhou rarely said anything nonsense. In the dark cabin, only a little moonlight leaked through the gaps in the wooden boards, "Are you going to stay here tonight?"
"If you think this is called accommodation." Chiba shrugged helplessly.
"I'm hungry."
"Have you ever considered a weight loss plan?" Qianye Rao asked, or quickly took out a grass box from his sleeve and handed it to him. The reason was so simple. If Wu Zhou's snow-white tails were stained,
Dust, that's such a shame.
Wu Zhou reluctantly chewed the cake, which smelled rich but tasted like chewing wax. After a while, he asked, "What are your plans?"
"I will send you out of the city at dawn to find a place to settle down, and then come back to deal with the monster." Qianye didn't have anywhere to sit, so he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, "That fake governor won't let us go so easily.
, he is a demon, a weasel with not a bad reputation. However, if I were not afraid of accidentally hurting you, if I wanted to get rid of him just now, my chances of winning should not be small."
"You underestimated the enemy." Wu Zhou commented lightly, placing the grass box on his knees, but covering his lower abdomen with one hand and never moved it away.
Only then did Qianye remember that there was a gaping wound on his body. After hesitating for a moment, he still squatted in front of Wu Zhou without hesitation and gently untied the blood-stained skirt.
"Next time you get hurt, remember to remind me. I don't have a very good memory of wounds."
"I hope there won't be a next time." Wu Zhou's words were a bit strange. It was hard to tell whether it was a hope or a warning to Qianye. After all, some of the injuries on his body were caused by her.
"Oh, you have really high expectations for me." Qianye didn't know whether he was mocking himself or Wu Zhou. In vain, he sprinkled the powder on the wound that would hardly heal, and his fingertips touched the cold and delicate skin.
Wuji actually imagined that if it weren't for this tiny injury, Wuju's body would be so perfect that even the Buddha would be moved.
With a sudden thought in his heart, he turned away his attention and said: "I noticed that the demon had demonic energy on it. It was completely natural. I'm afraid it's not as simple as being contaminated with demonic energy. It should have become a demon."
"so what?"
"That is to say, there is always a wrongdoer and a debtor. Ordinary demons may do whatever they want, but demons who escape into the devil's path still have rules to follow. Since he insists on going his own way, he wants to target you... Do you know the demon king Shujue?"
"I don't know." Wu Zhou answered simply.
"Then why are you so full of demonic energy?" Qianye asked.