Vol 3 Chapter 1725: Time and Space Merchants (2)

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When the first kite thought of the body that he got this time, it was so pithy.
The timetable for being alive is clear.
I don't want to live.
I'd rather die.
[What is dead, get up. The king is quite arrogant.
Hey, you are not allowed, give me such a broken start, how?
[Miss sister, we must be brave to discover the beauty of life. 】
First kite: "???"
What the hell?
Where do you learn the messy mind poison soup?
Are you poisoned?
[...] Calmly keep smiling service, can't be seen with Miss Sister.
The first kite and the king squabble in the dark, I don’t know how long it took, and the kite felt that the body seemed to wake her up.
The kite looks at the very eye-catching countdown in the upper left corner.
53:27:48
Time is a bit tight.
The first kite tried to open his eyes, and the top of his head was old cracked, all over the ceiling of the cobweb.
She lay on a small bed, next to the window, and it was half open.
The window was raining and there was a fog, and the buildings in the distance were covered in fog.
The first kite looked at the room she was in now, a very small room, no more than ten square meters.
There was not much room in the room, a bed, a table, and a simple patchwork cloth closet, the corner was changed into a kitchen with pots and pans on it.
This is not the case in the plot of the original master experience.
One of the pitiful Lords had been in the rain for a long time, and it was a miracle when he did not die.
Probably because she came over and changed the escape route at the time, she was given a slap.
When the kite wants to get up, it can be very stiff and can't move.
So I can only lie there.
After another half an hour, the dilapidated wooden door was pushed open and the thin figure came in from the outside.
The other party probably didn't expect the kite to wake up. When she came in, she looked at her and went straight there.
For a while, the other person said nervously: "You... are you awake?"
It is a boy.
To be honest, when the kite just saw him, it was a little indistinguishable to tell if he was a man or a woman.
The person at the door was wearing a large T-shirt, not dirty, but very old, the edges had been raised, a pair of shorts, and the feet were covered with white canvas shoes. It was raining outside, and the canvas shoes were a lot wet.
His hair is slightly longer, blocking his forehead and eyes, and the thin body is so dimly lit that it is easy to tell.
The kite stared at him for a few seconds.
Good guy card?
"Yeah." The kite opened its eyes and said, "Where is this?"
"I...where I live." The boy closed the door and replied very lightly: "Where are you uncomfortable? I don't know about you...so..."
He is incoherent and very cautious.
The first kite didn't feel physically hurt, just couldn't move.
It is estimated that it was caused by some reasons for the original owner of the time and space traders.
"I am fine."
The boy walked carefully and leaned closer, and the kite saw his appearance.
The boy's facial features are not so beautiful, just because the hair is blocked, and you can't see it clearly without looking at it.
He licked his lips slightly, with a bit of coziness in his throat, and the whole person was careful and careful.
It is obvious that he is the master here, but now it is like a guest.
The first kite saw him hurt on his neck and arms, and there was some bruise on his knees.
"You got me back?"
The boy nodded.
"I was alone at the time?"
The boy continued to nod.
"Thank you."
"No... no thanks." The boy seemed to be embarrassed. He bowed his head to the side, closed the window, and the sound outside the window disappeared.
The boy wandered back: "Can you get up?"
The kite said honestly: "No, I need to lie down for a while."
"...Oh...well..." The boy turned to the other side of the room and began to toss those pots and pans.
The kite looked at him tossing.
The boy's hands and feet were so good that he quickly got a bowl of porridge and a bowl of side dishes.
He took the porridge and the vegetables to the front of the kite, took out the folding table from the side, put it, took a look at the kite, and looked at the porridge: "That... can you eat it yourself?"
First kite: "..."
Although I really want to say that I can!
But I can't do it!
The beginning of the first kite: "I am not hungry, you eat."
"are you not hungry?"
"I am not hungry." Didn't you feed me before? Hungry, she is lying and not moving, no need to consume.
The boy hesitated, did not move the bowl of porridge, directly covered with things.
"You don't eat?"
"I... I am not hungry."
The voice of the boy just fell, and the first kite heard his stomach 咕咕 的 sing the empty city plan.
The boy's face was red, and he took a few steps back from his stomach.
The first kite just noticed that he seemed to have only smashed such a bowl of porridge, and then looked at the environment here... The first kite thought he should be poor.
There aren't even more porridges in the bowl. Is this too poor?
"You eat it yourself." The first kite said: "Don't worry about me."
The boy shook his head: "I..."
"Hurry to eat." The kite cold eyebrows.
Xu was a fierce kite, the boy shrank, his face was pale and pale, his lips were pinched, and he sat carefully back to the table.
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The kite soon knew how poor the boy was.
How can it be so poor... too bad.
Human tragedy.
The sky was darkening outside, the boy turned the light on, and the dimly lit lantern covered the small room, and there was shabby everywhere.
The first kite felt like I could move, but it was still a bit stiff.
She held the bed up, and the bed felt like it would collapse, and she didn't dare to force it.
The boy was washing his clothes next to him, listening to the movement and turning his head to look over.
"You... what are you doing?" The boy asked her: "I can help you..."
"Washroom."
The boy's face was red, and he stood up in a panic and pointed at a curtain in the room: "Inside... I went outside, hello call me."
The boy has already opened the door and waited for the first kite to talk.
After the first kite went to the ground, I found that I was walking with the same feet. I was glad that the little one went out.
When the kite went to the bathroom, she yelled outside.
The boy opened the door and came in.
The kite leaned aside and did not return to bed.
"what's your name?"
The boy groaned and replied: "Seat."
"The name is very nice."
The boy smiled awkwardly, but quickly dropped his head again: "Thank you."
"My name is a kite."
"First kite?" The boy’s words were confused, and the beautiful nephew stunned.
"At the beginning of the first sight, the kite kite."
"Oh..." The habit of habiting the hem of the dress, he swept the room through the line: "You are going to bed this evening."
"Where are you sleeping?" The room was so big, it was a bed.
"I slept on the ground." Xidao said: "I will lay it out for a while. I will go to give you water, wash it, rest first..."
When the seat was moved, it immediately moved to the first kite.
I turned it over in the closet for a long time and found a very clean parch.