Eighty-second bowl of soup (three)

But this child was covered with extremely terrible scars. Even though Qinghuan was knowledgeable, she had never seen so many injuries on a child of such a big age.

Her movements were unconsciously lighter. Although she pressed Zhan Lu to the shore, she just stopped him from moving. "Be good."

Zhan Lu first did not move, and then struggled wildly. For him, this kind of being pushed down had happened too many times, and each time it was caused by huge damage. However, no matter how injured he was, he never surrendered and still had to struggle until he died.

Qinghuan was sweating all over his body. The little child looked at Xiao Xiao, but he seemed to have no ability, but he was extremely strong and desperate. He didn't care about his struggles. She was afraid of hurting him, so she had to hold him in the end. Except for her big black eyes, she couldn't move any part of her body, so Zhan Lu was honest.

Qinghuan looked at his hatred and cold eyes, first sighed, then touched his head - his dirty head. His hair was bunched up and not sure how long it took for her to wash it, but she did not dislike her, but her eyes were gentle: "I didn't say that I would take you to eat delicious food, but also teach you a lesson for those who bully you. Don't move anymore, I won't hit you."

As he said this, his hands started to help him take a shower. The dirt on the little guy's body could scrape a large layer, and Qinghuan was disgusted without being obsessed with cleanliness. But even so, the scars were hard to cover up. What kind of life did he live in the Tiandao Sect? He was obviously a good child, so why should he treat him like this?

It took her about an hour to wash Zhanlu, and her hands were about to break, but she didn't wear clean clothes, so she took off her outer robe and put it on him, then tied a knot around her waist. Zhanlu stared at the white robe with panic eyes. Qinghuan saw that he looked wrong and realized: "It's okay, I took this clothes casually. No one dared to say anything about you when you wear them."

As he said that, he touched the head of the beast again. Zhan Lu's shoes were so broken. One of the soles of the shoes fell off. He was really out of sight. Qinghuan picked him up. He was thin, malnourished and had no food, so he had no weight. He was afraid that he would struggle, Qinghuan never let him be free.

Zhan Lu's body smelled of milk and shower gel, and finally felt like a child. Qinghuan hugged him and sneaked into the kitchen of Tiandao Sect. Dinner time was over, and the third-class disciples also went to do evening classes. The huge kitchen was empty. Qinghuan looked around, put Zhan Lu on a clean, unused stove, found some fresh ingredients, and came over to ask him: "What do you want to eat?"

The little beast, who could not speak or move, looked at the beef not far away.

They all said that he was a wild beast and an animal, so they didn't give him meat, saying that he would have a beast-like nature because of eating meat. But Zhan Lu didn't understand, wasn't he a beast? Why couldn't an animal eat meat? The meat was delicious. He had stolen a piece of raw meat, and the wonderful taste was fresh in his memory. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to eat it again. Apart from the leftovers poured out as stolen water, he didn't even eat a bowl of clean rice.

Just because he is the product of the wolf ghost and human being, a monster.

Qinghuan saw his longing eyes and felt indescribable discomfort in her heart. She walked over and touched Zhan Lu's head: "I'll untie it for you. You can sit here and wait for me to prepare the food to eat, but you are not allowed to escape, can you?"

Escape? Where can he escape?

Qinghuan just asked him, but there was no answer. She immediately let him go and wrapped a chicken leg with oil paper for him. Zhan Lu's eyes emitted green light, and his vertical pupils seemed very excited, so he hugged him and started to bite him. Qinghuan looked at him with laughter and cry. This little idiot was so hungry that he even ate oil paper. She quickly reached out to get it, but Zhan Lu thought she wanted to grab her food, so she hid the chicken leg in her arms with one hand, and grabbed Qinghuan's wrist with the other hand and opened her mouth with one mouthful.

She didn't expect it, so she was bitten, but she didn't feel any pain. Even though Zhan Lu's canine teeth were deeply trapped in her flesh. Qinghuan sighed, knowing that it was difficult to get the trust of this little beast-like child, so she was not angry, but just looked at him gently and tolerantly.

Zhan Lu was seven years old so far, and no one had ever released his kindness to him. His father was a wolf ghost and his mother was a monk. They all died very early and early. From the beginning of his conscious mind, all he got was repulsion, disgust, alienation, and abuse.

Therefore, he was full of hatred for the world.

But when someone treats him well without any purpose, he will quickly try to seize this rare warmth and refuse to let go.

He bit Qinghuan's wrist and stared at her, and only felt one thing in his heart: this person's blood is so sweet.

He wanted to continue drinking.

But if he really continues to drink, this person will die, right? Just like those pheasant rabbits caught by him and drank blood, they will die, and their warm body will gradually become cold and stiff. However, the pheasant rabbit will not hug him or speak softly to him, nor will it give him something to eat.

Slowly, Zhan Lu let go of his mouth, Qing Huan bent down and said to him, "I want to help you take off the oil paper. If that thing cannot be eaten, it will cause diarrhea." She pointed to Zhan Lu's chicken legs in his other hand, and did not ask him for it, but picked up another piece of oil paper and told him to take it off and throw it away.

In fact, I first wrapped him with oil paper to prevent him from eating too dirty so that his clothes could be kept clean. But now it seems that even if it gets dirty, what's the point? If it is dirty, you can wash it again, right?

Zhan Lu imitated her and pulled out the oil paper. He first put it in his mouth and bit it for a few bites. He chewed it. He was so hungry that he ate it directly and didn't notice the smell of oil paper. After he found that it was not delicious and had a strange smell, he obediently handed the oil paper out.

Qinghuan laughed and gave him another chicken leg. Then he saw the little beast's eyes lit up, and his vertical pupils slowly magnify and become round. Only then did Qinghuan realize that he had been on a alert state just now, because of food, and his eyes were only bigger, darker and rounder than ordinary people, and there was no difference between them.

She quickly put a bowl of noodles. The ingredients here were the best, and the food they made was naturally more delicious. She put a lot of shredded pork in the noodles, beat a few eggs, and when she brought it to Zhanlu, he had already finished eating the chicken legs. He ate it regardless of the hot noodles. It seemed that someone would knock down his bowl in a while, but it was too hot, so he couldn't bear to spit it out. He swallowed it in a hurry and stuck out his tongue and exhaled. It was so cute.

Qinghuan... likes these small and soft creatures very much. Just look at the few on the Naihe Bridge, you can tell that the soft and cute little things are extremely attractive to her. Therefore, her palms turned and she turned into a can of soda. The sound of opening the can made Zhan Lu very scared. He shook his stimulation. Qinghuan realized that when he was extremely nervous, his ears would still turn furry and stand on both sides. It was just that she ignored it when she was taking a shower just now. No wonder... She said why did she think there was something strange?

The furry ears are black and are integrated with the hair, but the trembling and shaking look is really cute. Although he loses a little bit and gets hurt a little bit, he still looks good-looking. That's enough. At least for Qinghuan, it's enough to make her more gentle to him.

Resisting the urge to reach out to rub your little ears, she poured the soda into the bowl and handed it to Zhan Lu. When Zhan Lu saw this thing for the first time, he felt that the girl in front of him would not harm him, so he tried it and stretched out Qinghuan's hand and licked it gently. At first, it was stimulating, but it was curled up in her mouth and found that it was unexpectedly delicious. He looked at Qinghuan quickly, held the bowl with two small meat pads, and drank half a bowl before stopping.

The more Qing Huan looked at him, the more he liked him, so he told him: "Eat the noodles slowly, otherwise it will be very hot, will your tongue hurt?"

Zhan Lu hesitated before nodding, looking at her bitten wrist. Qinghuan looked at his gaze and chuckled, "You bite me, you have to listen to me in the future, otherwise I will be angry."

Zhan Lu didn't know what obedience meant at all. He could barely understand what others said and couldn't even speak, so he didn't respond to Qinghuan and continued to eat noodles.

Four dishes and a big pot of noodles. The older children had eaten all their stomachs. Qinghuan saw that he was afraid that he would not have to eat in the future, so he tried hard to eat it. So he rubbed his stomach and decided to pack and take away all the ingredients. After all, raising children requires capital, and she is now penniless.

At this time, a sudden sound of footsteps came from outside the door, and a faint conversation came: "...Oh, I've been doing the evening class for too long today. I'm starving to death. I have to eat something."

"I really envy those third-class disciples. I just need to clean around now. I don't need to practice so hard."

"Bah, I see that you just say that. Are you willing to be a third-class disciple?"

...

A few people said it all the time, but Zhan Lu turned pale. He knew what it would be like to be found stealing food, especially when he was wearing a white robe that only a first-class disciple could wear!

Just as he was panicked and wanted to get into the stove to hide, Qinghuan hugged him, took a little toe, and easily hid on the beam of the room, stretched out his hand, and a piece of milk candy lay on his palm.
Chapter completed!