Fast Transmigration: The Strongest Slag Abuse Project

Chapter 242
Qingyun reluctantly persisted in his consciousness, and continued to attack the command card, and finally the command card collapsed under the impact of the small hammer of consciousness.

Qingyun's body lightened accordingly, and he regained his freedom.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw Xiao Tiantian reaching out her hands obscenely and touching her chest...

Qingyun: ...

"what are you doing?"

Xiao Tiantian was taken aback for a moment, raised her head to meet Shang Qingyun's eyes, and subconsciously withdrew her hand.

Chong Qingyun bared his teeth and smiled: "Sister, are you alright?"

But I feel a little pity in my heart, since I was almost able to touch the mimi of the heroine.

As mentioned in the plot, the heroine's figure was rarely good in ancient times. She practiced martial arts since she was a child, and her pectoralis major muscles must be more developed than ordinary women.

Seeing Xiao Tiantian's unwillingness to peek at her chest, Qingyun couldn't help feeling a little headache.

Maybe she shouldn't worry about this person doing bad things in this world at all, because the other person's brain is really...

Speechless!
Suddenly feel that 26 is actually quite smart?
Taking a quiet look at Xiao Tiantian, Qingyun turned and left.

Xiao Tiantian saw that the heroine was gone, and immediately followed her. She asked the system as she walked, "Why is she suddenly back to normal? Is she bewitched?"

The bewitched Qingyun: ...

He paused, took a deep breath, pretended he didn't hear anything, and walked forward.

"I don't know, it always feels weird." Xiao Tiantian's system is also a little bald, and this is definitely the strangest heroine it has ever met.

"What's wrong? I think she was very strange just now." Xiao Tiantian said.

System: "Yes, yes, everything you said is right, so what happened to her just now?"

"How do I know? You didn't even know and you came to ask me?" Xiao Tiantian said angrily.

The system was so angry that he vomited blood. Shouldn't the host find out the results by himself?Why did it end up being its fault?

Today is another day when I want to change hosts!

Qingyun couldn't help laughing again when he heard the fight all by himself.She subconsciously slowed down and asked Xiao Tiantian to walk with her, preparing to quietly observe her direction to identify the route.

There is no way, she doesn't know the plot, and she doesn't know the way at all. Fortunately, Xiao Tiantian knows, otherwise she might not be able to get out of Yaowang Village.

Xiao Tiantian walked beside Qingyun, sensitively aware that Qingyun didn't seem to know the way, but she didn't think too much about it, after all, Qingyun is not from Yaowang Village, so it's normal not to know the way.

This is her chance to gain favor.

So Xiao Tiantian took the initiative to hold Qingyun's arm and pointed to a path: "Sister, go here."

Then he pulled Qingyun and walked forward quickly.

Qingyun didn't refuse, after all, she really didn't know the way!

The footsteps of the two were not slow, and they went down the mountain in half a day.

Xiao Tiantian knew the plot and the route, and she was used to leading the way before, so when she got down the mountain, she took Qingyun to the north without any hesitation.

Qingyun walked behind, looking at Xiao Tiantian who was walking forward boldly, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

She knew why Xiao Tiantian's system said that Xiao Tiantian could only be used as cannon fodder when she went to the literary world.

If you ask her to say that Xiao Tiantian is overestimating her as cannon fodder, she can only be a passer-by at best...

However, Qingyun felt that Xiao Tiantian's system didn't seem smart, otherwise why wouldn't it know to remind the host?
Jiangguo's winter is very cold, especially after dark.

Xiao Tiantian and Qingyun didn't wear thick clothes, and they were women, so it was impossible for them to travel at night, so they rushed to a ruined temple to take shelter from the wind when it was dark.

This dilapidated temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and the cold white moonlight can shine directly into the temple from the roof.

Xiao Tiantian was so cold that she couldn't light the fire for a long time.

Seeing her frozen like that, Qingyun stepped forward to take the saltpeter in her hand, gathered a pile of hay, touched it with the saltpeter, and the flying sparks instantly ignited the hay.

Xiao Tiantian sniffed, quickly put the dry wood on it, and then stretched out her frozen hands, wishing she could reach into the fire.

Seeing that she was about to use her hands as roasted chicken feet, Qingyun hurriedly stopped her, pushed her hands aside, and said, "Your hands are frozen and not sensitive to temperature. Rub them first before roasting them, or else you will lose your fingers." The extremities may be necrotic."

Xiao Tiantian was so frightened that her hands shook, she quickly withdrew her hands, rubbed them obediently, looked at Qingyun while rubbing, and asked, "Sister, do you know how to do medicine?"

"I know a thing or two." Qingyun replied.

Xiao Tiantian believed it.

After roasting by the fire for a while, both of their bodies finally warmed up. Qingyun took out the sweet potato from Xiao Tiantian's back, put it under the hot ashes and roasted it slowly.

Seeing that the sweet potatoes were placed a little far away from the fire, Xiao Tiantian couldn't help but take a stick to poke the sweet potatoes closer.

When Qingyun saw her movements, he decisively stopped her and prevented her from moving.

She didn't want to eat sweet potatoes that were burnt like coals.

Xiao Tiantian couldn't poison the sweet potato, so she was a little reconciled, so she simply took another small one, and according to her own ideas, threw it under a pile of firewood, scratching and pulling, wishing she could put the sweet potato on the flame.

In the end, the sweet potato was successfully burnt into coke, which was very burnt, and the inside was black when opened.

Xiao Tiantian: ...

In the end, Qingyun couldn't see it, and handed over the sweet potatoes he baked.

At any rate, Qingyun has had the experience of being hungry many times, and the original owner's life skills are full, so roasting a sweet potato is naturally not a problem.

Her sweet potatoes were roasted well, not burnt at all, and the skin on the surface was removed, revealing the orange-yellow flesh. When you bite into it, it is soft, glutinous and sweet, and tastes great.

After Qingyun ate two, he felt that it was almost done, and the remaining four were all taken by Xiao Tiantian.

There was nothing to do all night, just after dawn, Qingyun woke Xiao Tiantian up and asked her to lead the way. After walking for a long time, he finally saw the city wall in the distance.

The terrain of Tongnan Pass is open, except for the high mountain in Yaowang Village to the south, this area can be said to be flat, so it is not exciting to see the clear clouds on the city wall in the distance.

This distance is enough for her and Xiao Tiantian to walk for another whole day.

I don't know how the heroine ran to Yaowang Village with such a burden.

However, since leaving yesterday and breaking the command card, Qingyun found that his body seemed to be breaking free from some kind of shackles, and it was extraordinarily relaxed.

During this day and night, no thoughts that did not belong to her appeared in her heart, which made her feel much better.

……

Compared with Qingyun's good mood, Shen Qing and Feng Qingqing's side is not in a good mood.

When Shen Qing was carried to Wang's house, she caught a little cold on the way, and developed a high fever that night.

Mrs. Wang is blind and has limited mobility. Even if she wants to take good care of him, she is powerless. She can only ask her son to take medicine for him on time every time, and ignore it at other times.

Mrs. Wang's son is a fool, and it is impossible to take care of others. No one found out that Shen Qing burned all night, and he woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't even drink his saliva.

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