The boy looked at her.

Just looked at her condescendingly.

The little baby girl's weak and helpless face reflected in her black pupils. Looking at this face that looked like a "monkey" to him...

"…………………………… Are you hungry? Well… then why don’t you eat big white steamed buns?"

The boy continued to examine the little baby girl. After a moment, he suddenly had a whim, stretched out his hands and gently pulled open the little baby girl's two small lips.

"You don't have teeth..."

The boy frowned slightly. After thinking about it, he finally got into the kitchen ruins behind him again. It took him a lot of time before he got out again, holding a small cup in his hand. He was careful, and there seemed to be some liquid inside.

He picked up the little baby girl again, gently moved the cup in his hand to her mouth, and said, "Come on, I'll give you all these to drink. This should be goat's milk, right? You have my strength in your body and absorb nutrients very quickly."

The milky white liquid in the cup slowly touched the little baby girl's lips.

Perhaps, he felt some liquid, and the little baby girl's lips began to open gradually. When the boy saw her open her mouth, he didn't dare to fall too much. After thinking about it, he simply dipped his fingers in goat milk and then reached to her little mouth.

The little girl seemed to feel the wet feeling. Her mouth suddenly opened and suddenly, she held the boy's finger very hard. At that moment, the boy directly felt the... well... how to say it? That kind of... was very powerless, but also had a feeling of trying hard to suck it.

Finally, the boy pulled his finger out of the little girl's mouth. He lowered his head and looked at the little girl's teeth-free mouth. After thinking about it, he once again dipped a little goat's milk with his fingers, reached it above the little girl's mouth, and carefully fed it to her.

He fed half a cup of goat milk for a long time.

Gradually, some townsmen began to come here to check. They saw a beggar-like boy holding a baby wrapped in dirty swaddles in his arms.

Some people wanted to ask, but those who wanted to ask finally asked the gold and silver jewelry buried under the rubble of the ruins.

How many gold, silver and treasures are buried under the rubble in such a huge money house!

The sun, setting in the west...

The boy was still leaning against the broken wall, constantly sticking goat's milk with his fingers, feeding the little baby girl.

Suddenly he looked up and saw the townsmen walking around the ruins, constantly searching for valuable items under bricks and tiles, and also saw the government officials who rushed to maintain order on the scene.

"Go and go! Don't get in the way here."

An official came over and kept urging him to drive him away with the killing stick in his hand. The boy said "oh" blankly, then picked up the baby girl in his arms and walked outside.

That is, after he took a step and left, a duck that had been hiding in the dark also came out, shook his feathers, and followed the boy crookedly.

A teenager, a baby girl, and a duck.

Just like this, a team slowly walked under the sunset, and the shadows stretched for a long time until they turned into the same darkness as the surroundings...

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It's completely dark.

The boy relied on a remote corner of the town, just like a beggar who could be seen everywhere in the past.

But today, he is the only beggar here.

Other beggars?

They all went to the ruins of Qian Mansion to look for the opportunity to be a master.

"Huh~~~~~~~"

After exhaling, the boy had a temporary rest.

The little baby girl in her arms is now full. She no longer drinks the goat's milk. Her little head tilted and she began to fall asleep deeply.

When she was asleep, the boy picked her up and looked at her little face very seriously.

After looking at it carefully for a long time, he finally nodded, stretched out his palm, quietly reached into the little baby girl's swaddle clothes, and touched her chest...

The boy looked serious.

That was really a very serious expression.

After touching for a while, he began to rub it gently, then closed his eyes, as if he was feeling something.

"Strength, strength... come out quickly... come back quickly..."

He kept touching and rubbing the little girl's small breasts. The baby girl who was touched was still tilting her head and curling up, looking like she could do nothing and was at your mercy.

After touching this way for about a quarter of an hour, the boy's serious expression was still... so serious. He frowned, and simply took out his hand, turned the little baby girl over again, began to touch her back, and then continued to mumble there.

This situation lasted almost an hour, and the boy touched the poor little girl's whole body in a sweat! But the power that penetrated her body seemed to have a root, and there was no sign of direct coming out at all.

After a long period of time, the boy finally looked disappointed and put on the little baby girl's clothes (swabbing clothes) again, hugged her and leaned against the wall, and became entangled.

"You are really interesting."

A voice came from beside him. The boy turned his head and saw a duck squatting next to him, his eyes full of "wisdom" looking at him tightly.

"oh."

The boy responded, then continued to frown and hugged the little baby girl and thought about his thoughts.

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"Ah! The duck can talk?!"

After a long time, he suddenly collapsed and hugged the little baby girl and retreated back in a panic! At the same time, he began to look at the duck squatting in front of him with a pair of very panic eyes.

"What? Is it strange for ducks to speak? You can still fight with others for ten days and ten nights with one hundred. Why is it so unsense?"

The duck stood up staggeringly. It stretched its wings slightly and walked towards the boy two steps again, one tilted and two steps.

The boy seemed really scared at first. But after seeing clearly that the other party was really just a duck, he smiled foolishly, touched the back of his head, and said, "That... are you a monster? Well, I know some monsters seem to be able to speak human language."

The duck stretched out his neck, tidied up the feathers on his back, and turned around and said, "Qua, monster? Are you referring to those low-level monsters? Tell you, I am not such a low-level existence."
Chapter completed!