Zundu and fake toot?The target of the strategy has become dark again

Chapter 119 The sickly proton turned black 27
"If you eat too, you won't be able to eat for a long time in the future."

The war between Zhao and Qi lasted for several months or several years. Counting the time to recuperate, I don’t know how long it will take for the new Aijiao to be launched.

Ordinary Aijiao was not expensive at first, but the price increased a hundred times in just a few days. The small plate in front of her could be sold for sky-high prices outside.

Wen Yao gave Jiang Ziyuan a piece of fish skin that looked very tasty. They had eaten "late night snacks" with Zaizai many times, and the two little dumplings already had a tacit understanding.

At first, Wen Yao just brought some meat to supplement the boy's nutrition.

Later, it gradually developed into having late-night snacks with him every time.

It seems like you can eat in harmony with the fragments in every world.

The rabbit demon was in a daze.

Back then, she was still an uncultivated humanoid rabbit, and could only gnaw weeds on various hills.

In winter, when the vegetation withered, she couldn't get enough to eat, and spent most of her time starving.

But after being raised in captivity by the immortals, the beautiful immortals often fed her grass in person.

She went hungry and was grateful for every piece of food she got.

At that time, she thought that the food was delicious, but she had never seen an immortal eating. It would be great if one day she could share the delicious food with an immortal.

"elder sister."

Jiang Ziyuan's cough called Wen Yao back. The young man turned his head, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and wrinkled his face slightly.

"Zi Yuan, was he stuck by a thorn?"

Wen Yao had already skimmed off the broken thorns when he cut the fish skin, but seeing Jiang Ziyuan's uncomfortable look still made her heart tighten.

The young man shook his head: "It's because Ziyuan is weak. With a long-term illness, my sister will get tired of it sooner or later..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yao's fingers were pressed against the young man's lips.

So soft.

Like a ball of wrapped water.

The young man's hand holding the veil tightened. The veil was white and clean, with no trace of dirt at all.

Jiang Ziyuan found that as long as he showed his sickliness, the girl's attention would be attracted.

His sickly body cannot live past the age of 30, so what if he is reborn and knows the direction of events in advance?
He has stood on the top of power and trampled under his feet everyone who looked down upon him.

It is different from those monarchs who are looking for immortality when they have power.Jiang Ziyuan suffered from illness, and after realizing his ambition, he felt that life was boring.

A lonely and painful life, no matter how long it is, will only increase the torture.

God allowed him to be reborn, and all he wanted to do was speed up the process of revenge and unification of the world, and then... welcome the destined loneliness.

But the girl's reaction always pleased him.

How long can her sympathy last?

When she starts to show her hatred...

Jiang Ziyuan thought.

We can't expose her body to the city wall like in the previous life.

Just let her get better.

He could only stay in bed and be taken care of carefully.

—

"Xiao Tong?"

Wen Yao calls Xiao Tong every day.

"Hello host, the original system number 0001 has returned to the headquarters to retrieve data, and I, number 1695, have temporarily taken over."

"Hello."

Wen Yao didn't know how serious it was, but she still greeted No. 1695 politely.

"In order to make up for the host, permission is specially opened for the host. You can dream about the experience of the fragments during the day at night. I wish the host will conquer the fragments as soon as possible."

The mechanical sound of No. 1695 is not as emotional as Xiao Tong's.

Wen Yao said "Uh".

In fact... Xiao Tong's absence did not affect her ability to complete the task. She did not expect there would be compensation.

Wen Yao fell asleep quickly that night.

(End of this chapter)