The invincible innocence of bottle evil

Chapter 167 Daily Life

Hearing that familiar voice, Wu Xie lay there quietly. If it weren't for the obvious rise and fall of his chest, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a real mummy.

Seeing that he didn't move anymore, the young man gently held his hand and never let go. For some reason, from the first time he saw him in the pool of blood, the young man could no longer look away, let alone the young man. Just how nosy he is, but when it comes to his business, the young man can no longer stay out of it and ignore it.

The wheel of fate turned again, this time no one could predict the future, not even Zhang Qiling from heaven.

Wu Xie's body recovered very quickly. In just five days, he was able to go to the ground and do simple activities. Although he was still unable to fight, he could take care of himself.

This is a room of about ten square meters. It is an old-fashioned residential house. It is on the third floor. The orientation is not good. The wall clock was ticking and beating happily, Wu Xie looked around the place where he was, always feeling that all this was still in a dream.

However, the painful and itchy feeling brought about by the dull pain on the wound and the hard growth of the granulation is absolutely impossible to fake. The pheromone of the owner of this room is faintly exuded in the air, and Wu Xie can easily see some scenes of the past from it. .

Unconsciously, there was a long-lost innocence on his face, and with a slight smile, Wu Xie walked into the kitchen slowly.

The so-called kitchen here is just a two-square-meter balcony, and the room where Wu Xie temporarily lives and this small space are only a part of the entire unit.

This unit has an area of ​​about [-] square meters. It is divided into three independent bedrooms. There are some simple bunk beds in the living room. The air is full of the smell of male hormones, and of course the smell of not washing for thousands of years. The smell of socks, but all these can just cover up Wu Xie's breath. If it is not for a large-scale and careful search, this will be the best hiding place.

The blunt kitchen knife was flying quickly in Wu Xie's hand. It was just a few simple modern stoves. Even the God of Cookery could hardly cook delicious food. Besides, how long has it been since Wu Xie cooked it himself?But compared with compressed biscuits and instant food cans that have not changed for thousands of years, the dishes made with fresh ingredients are more delicious.

Wu Xie looked at the dishes he had prepared with satisfaction. The attractive and fresh food was delicious. He casually glanced at the quartz clock hanging in the living room. The hour hand of the clock pointed to six o'clock on time.

The doorknob was turned open with a bang, and a young man dressed in plain clothes walked in from the door, caught a glimpse of Wu Xie standing on the balcony of the living room, and walked towards him quickly.

Naturally, he took the dish in his hand, neither of them spoke, and walked towards their own small room.

A white plastic bag was placed on the ground, and the young man put the vegetables on the small square table, and took out a package tightly wrapped in three layers of towels from the plastic bag like a treasure, and handed it to Wu Xie.

Wu Xie took it casually, felt the fragrance and heat emanating from the inside of the towel, and said with a bright smile, "Brother, how do you know that I want to eat rice?"

The young man called Little Brother didn't say a word. He took out two seemingly stiff steamed buns from the bag and gnawed them silently.

(End of this chapter)