After the evil god was mistaken for a weak cannon fodder [Unlimited]

Citizens stay at home, why is there still someone knocking on the door?

A player looked out of the window and didn't see the same crowd as yesterday. He only saw a few people in twos and threes waiting outside the churches.

Even so, two-thirds of them were infected, and almost turned into Ratmen entirely.

When they saw someone sticking their heads out of the church window, they ran over and said, "Hello sir, we are refugees from other places in this city, and we have no home to return to. But yesterday the new priest said that we must stay at home to get pardon.

So, please, can we just make the church our home for a while and let us go into the church?Please. "

The player listened to the refugee's request, turned his head, and looked at the other players: "Do you want to let them in?"

Some of these refugees have already been infected, and if they are left alone on the street, they will become a new source of infection.

Among them, those who have not been infected will also be infected if they do not find a safe isolation point and continue to wander on the street, and the consequences will be as above.

There are not many players in this dungeon, and most of them quickly made a decision.

Only let in people who are not infected.

Infected people, kill.

A player with a gun/prop doesn't hesitate to kill the refugees who have turned into Ratmen.

The few refugees who were not infected did not know that their companions were infected, let alone why the people in the church wanted to kill them, and their faces were full of horror.

But fortunately, the door of the church was pushed open a small crack, and they were finally allowed to enter the church.

***

Jane Bumian was not interested in the actions of the players, and was even less bothered to see any new characters entering the church.

He cared more about the breakfast he was having.

A sandwich with vegetables and meat, a glass of steaming milk.

Because the sandwich was so big, he couldn't swallow it in one bite, so he could only eat it slowly, one bite at a time.

He didn't hold it steady, and the sandwich was accidentally rolled to the ground, stained with a lot of dust.

Jane Bumian: "..."

He remembered the custard bag that was also thrown on the ground in the last dungeon.

But this unlucky sandwich is not like a custard bun, lying alone on the ground for people to step on.

It was picked up by a dirty little hand.

Jane Bumian: "?"

He looked down and saw a little boy.

This little boy was from a group of refugees who had just entered the church.

The little boy was dressed in rags, his clothes were ragged, and his skin was covered with dust, like a little clay figurine just dug out of the soil.

But even so, the boy's outstanding looks were not concealed.

He was about eleven or twelve years old, with light blond hair and blue eyes, his cheeks were a little chubby, and his facial features were immature and beautiful, reminiscent of the child-like angels in medieval oil paintings.

He picked up the sandwich that had accidentally dropped, holding it in his hands, and was looking forward to Jane's sleeplessness.

The little boy's eyes were sea blue, clear to the bottom, cleaner than any ocean in this world.

It was easy to see the emotion in his eyes at a glance.

He wants to eat this sandwich.

But he didn't dare to ask Jane Bumian for it, so he could only hold the sandwich in embarrassment.

Jane Bumian: "..."

He deeply understands the discomfort of being hungry, and said softly: "Don't eat this sandwich, this one is dirty, you wait here for a while, I will get you a new one."

There is a lot of food in the church kitchen, where no one eats it.

But after a while, Jane Bumian brought a new sandwich for the little boy. The sandwich was bigger than the one he ate just now. It contained both meat and vegetables. It was hot and delicious.

When the little boy saw the sandwich, his eyes lit up immediately, but he still obediently stood there, waiting for Jane Bumian to hand him the sandwich.

"Eat."

The little boy took the sandwich, mumbled a thank you, and finished the sandwich in just a few mouthfuls, at an astonishing speed.

It was obvious that he was really hungry.

Jane Bumian smiled helplessly: "Leave when you're full, and find a clean place in the church to stay."

But the little boy didn't go.

He stood beside Jane Bumian, his fluffy golden head only reached the other's waist.

He raised his head, wiped his hands, and gently tugged at the corner of Jane's sleepless clothes. His eyes were very clean and pure. No matter what kind of request he made, people couldn't bear to refuse it.

The gentle and well-behaved childish voice of the little boy sounded.

"May I stay with you, Mom."

Jane Bumian froze: "??????"

He made sure he heard correctly.

This little boy did call his mother.

He doesn't look like a girl either, does he?Moreover, why do you want to recognize relatives for no reason!

The system, which hadn't spoken for a long time, spoke silently.

[Jane Bumian, do you still remember the name of the holy robe on your body? 】

[Prop name: The Robe of the Virgin. 】

The author has something to say:

Good news!Mianmian has become a mother! ! !Let's guess how many attacks there are in this chapter?I want to see Mianmian overturned_(:з」∠)_

The next chapter will be updated around the afternoon during the day.