Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 578 The Sick Demon God (3)

In a blink of an eye, half an hour has passed...

Feng Qi just squatted at the root of the big tree and dug the soil for half an hour.

In the cold and hungry wind and snow, his thin body was trembling constantly, his white teeth clenched his lower lip, and the hands that dug the soil began to ooze blood at some point...

Blood flowed down the dagger and fell on the white snow and the dark soil.

Feng Qi was still gnashing his teeth and digging hard, but his movements were obviously getting slower and weaker.

Looking at his trembling hands, An Wan closed her eyes, and the hand by her side moved slightly...

Under Feng Qi's gaze, the soil in front of his eyes suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the extra-compact soil that was originally pressed suddenly overflowed and splashed like a gushing spring.

But in just one second, the bag of sweet potatoes that he had hidden deep in the soil appeared in his eyes...

Looking at the bag of sweet potatoes and the pitch-black soil scattered around, Feng Qi's eyes changed.

After hesitating for only a second, he picked up the bag of sweet potatoes with trembling hands, got up and walked back with difficulty...

And An Wan was standing in front of him, the moment they passed by, Feng Qi's scarlet blood eyes that had been calm until now finally responded,
He glanced at An Wan...

With just one glance, the pair of blood eyes remained unresponsive and unwavering.

Seeing Feng Qi's leaving back, An Wan said calmly, "Did you see, he doesn't need my help."

[…] The male protagonist is just more difficult to get close to, and he is more defensive! ! !

Can't you just be patient?

Can't you be more gentle?

Can't you be more considerate and kind?

That's your own man!
"Is that still me?"

Facing the system's yelling and questioning, An Wan blocked the system with just a few casual words.

【…】Forget it, let it give up.

It has nothing to do with her as a "heartless" woman.

Cottages.

When An Wan returned, Feng Qi had already lit a fire and was roasting sweet potatoes.

The orange fire light shone on his face, bringing a bit of warmth and "blood color" to his pale face.

Regarding An Wan's appearance, Feng Qi didn't seem to be at all curious, surprised, or uncomfortable.

He completely ignored An Wan's existence and lived his life on his own.

Eat, drink, sleep...

An Wan was also calm, just staying by his side, day after day...

Until a month later, until Feng Qi was beaten again, when he was on the verge of death, before he was stabbed by the sword, An Wan rescued him.

Feng Qi fell to the ground and breathed weakly. He opened his big blood-colored eyes and looked at the bright sky above his head.

It was daytime, and the surrounding light was bright, but he felt very dark, very cold, very lonely, and very hopeless...

"Your purpose."

After a long time, just when An Wan thought that Feng Qi would return to the previous state of caring and ignoring her, Feng Qi suddenly spoke.

"Help you." An Wan only gave these two simple words.

Feng Qi turned his head, with an expressionless face, extremely cold gaze, and scarlet bloodthirsty eyes like a blood moon, staring straight at An Wan.

"Help... me?" Feng Qi looked at An Wan and asked softly.

"This is my purpose, whether you believe it or not." An Wan calmly looked at Feng Qi's bloody eyes.

Feng Qi looked at her, staring at her without blinking...

(End of this chapter)