Pretty little pitiful always in the Shura field [unlimited]

Almost as soon as Jin An saw someone, his legs went limp from fright.

The pretty little face turned pale, and he looked up tremblingly at Feng Jiang with his big eyes open, unable to speak a word, if he hadn't been pressed down by the man, he might have been so shocked that he sat on the ground.

Before Feng Jiang came here, he was a bit bored. When he saw the little liar who had worried him for so long in a punishment dungeon, the other party was not only fine, but married an unknown npc in the dungeon. Feng Jiang felt inexplicably agitated. , the moment he found out the other party's name, he went directly to him.

On the way, he thought about what he would do when he saw Jin An, and it was nothing more than to forcefully ask the other party the reason for logging out of the live broadcast room and pretending to die, and why he appeared in a dangerous copy.

Even more carefully, he would ask Jin An in detail how long he has been in this dungeon, how far he has developed with his husband, and why when he asked the villagers about him, everyone would say bad things and ask him Have you taken a fancy to the widows in their village? Can you use the widows to make things easier for their village?

But the reality is that he only saw the little ghost with a pale face and misty eyes looking at him. He couldn't control the aura he used to press the suspect and scare the villagers.

Feng Jiang subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe off the overflowing water vapor for him, but as soon as he moved his hand, the person in front of him immediately raised his hand to hold it, and said loudly with red eyes, "I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

His speech was fast and urgent, and the way his nose was raised was so pitiful that Feng Jiang's hands that wanted to wipe his tears stopped in place.

Just when he was about to continue to say something, Jin An rushed to say: "Can you stop hitting me?"

His hands were limp, holding his palms and begging in a low voice, Feng Jiangben's brows that had stretched out because of his astonishment frowned again, he held Jin An with his back, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Jin An froze for a moment, and said a silly "ah?" as if he didn't understand.

Feng Jiang frowned and repeated it again, before Jin An came to his senses, looked at Feng Jiang cautiously, made sure that he was really asking why his hands were cold, and then replied: "Ah, I just took a shower... "

Although it was washed with hot water, the night in early autumn was really cold, and the wild wind could take all the heat away from his body, not to mention that Jin An was taken aback.

There was still some moisture on his body, and his curly hair was wet at the end. In order to facilitate sleeping, he was only wearing a set of loose thin cloth clothes, like a fluffy puppy in the water.

This idea inexplicably appeared in Feng Jiang's head, he was silent for a while, and then said: "Go and put on some thick clothes first."

After he finished speaking, Jin An still stood still in embarrassment, and when Feng Jiang looked over suspiciously, he explained in a low voice: "I, I don't have thick clothes anymore."

He searched for it on the second day after entering the dungeon. The little widow didn't bring any clothes when she came, and the wooden box was full of thin and colorful clothes. His fiancé who died early had thick clothes, but They were all thrown into the corner by the picky little widow to get moldy.

Feng Jiang frowned and asked, "Where are you wearing today?"

Jin An frowned and pointed out the door, saying, "Throw it in a wet wooden bucket."

Feng Jiang: "..."

"Then put on the red scarf and the little felt hat."

These two things are fine, they were untied by Jin An and thrown on the bed, but...

The same picky and delicate little devil held a red scarf, looked at the mimeograph left on the scarf because he ran away in a hurry today and didn't wipe his mouth, he still couldn't help saying: "Dirty..."

Holding the red scarf in his hand, he sniffed like a primary school student checking a poor test paper for his parents.

So, it's normal for him to be pitiful enough to make people think he's squeamish.

……

Five minutes later, Jin An sat on the bed, staring blankly at the cold-faced man who was helping him wash clothes in his house. Looking at his appearance alone, the man's facial features were upright and tough, which belonged to a very imposing and decent appearance, but I don't know What happened? Such a cruel man was sitting on a low stool that obviously didn't fit his stature, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and was solemnly scrubbing other people's dirty clothes.

"So why was your live broadcast room canceled?"

Jin An was peeking at the Mr. Prosecutor at home, and froze for a while as if he didn't react when he heard this sentence.

Feng Jiang's face was pale. If he ignored the other party's gradual scrubbing movements, it seemed that he was just talking casually.

Jin An bit his lip and didn't know what to say. The system said that he has a special identity and is the only one in the game. Helping him log out of the live broadcast room and remove the player's identity is to hide his special situation, but whether it is him or the system He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance in the dungeon, and he didn't immediately deny his identity when he thought Feng Jiang was going to beat him up.

And he guessed that the core of the main world is related to him. The player is obviously subject to the game, or it can be said to be on the opposite side. If you tell Feng Jiang that he has become an npc in the dungeon, Jin An doesn't know that he is still helping him with laundry What will Feng Jiang do to him.

Jin An is stupid and easy to be deceived, but in a certain aspect she is very vigilant and cannot fully trust others.

Not knowing what to do, the protagonist who asked the question has already handed over the steps.

"I can't say it."

Jin An was stunned, and raised his eyes blankly to look at the man who wrung out the wet scarf. The other person's expression was still very calm, and he didn't seem to be emotional. Just do it."

Jin An was stunned and stunned, purely shocked by the other party's words.

He can still think that when he first met because of the faction's aggressiveness against the other party, he was once afraid of the other party. He never thought that after passing a dungeon, Feng Jiang's attitude towards him would change so much.

Jin An grabbed the sheet and said dryly "Oh".

……

"Do you have a mission in this copy?"

After being quiet for a while, Feng Jiang got to the point.

Jin An thought for a while, and said, "Yes, it is to find the secret of the ancient tomb."

"Then our mission is the same."

Jin An nodded "hmm", of course he knew, after all, his mission was to help the two players pass the level.

Jin An lay on the bed, pursed his lips and said flatteringly to Feng Jiang: "I have found some clues in the past few days."

"Oh?" Feng Jiang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Let's hear it."

Wrapped in the quilt, Jin An moved to the side of the bed, and told Feng Jiang what he had discovered in the past few days.

Lijia Village is located in the hinterland of the mountains and forests, but the climate is clearly divided into two levels. The attitude of the villagers towards the ancient tombs on the mountain is also very strange. They are both jealous and respectful. If something happens to the tomb entrance, they only dare to let Li Jue, who is the keeper of the tomb, go in and check it out. .

Jin'an has not been here for a long time, and I don't know what will happen if he enters the ancient tomb rashly, so that the villagers are so scared.

Feng Jiang said: "It's okay, Village Chief Li asked that dumb man to take me and Jiang Li in tomorrow, and we'll know what will happen after tomorrow."

As for whether the villagers are simply intimidating outsiders, or if there is a supernatural event, we will know when we come out tomorrow.

Feng Jiang asked: "Will you go in with us tomorrow?"

Jin An shook his head, wrinkled his face and said, "People in the village are also very wary of me."

From the fact that he lives in the most remote small earthen house, it can be seen that there is a certain distance from the place where the houses in the village are concentrated. Tonight, the village chief was obviously surprised when he found out that he was also going to the meeting. For the strange reason he wears it.

Feng Jiang nodded: "Well, that's fine, you can have a good rest tomorrow."

"When we come back, we will find a chance to go to the ancient tomb alone."

Jin An hummed twice. Hearing what Feng Jiang said, he remembered what happened yesterday when he went to inspect the ancient tomb, so he reminded: "There is a mechanism outside the ancient tomb that can be opened. When we went to inspect yesterday, I saw Li Jue point It opened with a stone, but I was a little far away and couldn't see it clearly."

When he thought of this, he couldn't help showing a bit of annoyed expression on his face. If he had been more courageous and walked closer to have a look, he might have remembered the location of the stone.

Seeing his expression, Feng Jiang could guess what he was thinking now, and said directly in relief, "It's okay, anyway, we're going to see it tomorrow."

"But thank you for your reminder, otherwise we might not have noticed."

This sentence is purely deceiving, but Jin An still eats this set. He was still blaming himself for being timid. Hearing this, his mouth curled up, and he waved his hands with a blushing face and said, "It's okay, no need So polite."

Feng Jiang hooked his lower lip imperceptibly.

After washing the clothes, Feng Jiang also repaired the collapsed clothes rail in the house, shook the clothes vigorously and hung them up.

The earth kang in the house burned new firewood, and the residual heat radiated to make the house warm. Jin An followed Feng Jiang with his shoes on and watched the people go up and down. He was actually a little embarrassed. He asked Feng Jiang where he lived now , Feng Jiang said that the village chief arranged for them to live in the ancestral hall.

Jin An thought of the statue in the ancestral hall, and said, "There is a red hijab statue inside. I guess it may be the mountain god enshrined in the village or the bride in the dungeon name."

Feng Jiang nodded and said, "It should be. I'll find a chance to ask that mute when I go back tonight."

"But are you sure you want to live here?" Feng Jiang dried the last piece of clothes, turned around and looked at the earthen house and asked Jin An again: "Are you sure you don't want to live with us in the ancestral hall?"

When he first arrived at this earthen house, Feng Jiang noticed that the house was remote, far away from the place where the villagers gathered, and the dilapidated wooden door was precarious. When he came back with dirty clothes, he couldn't see the person in the shadow at all, and he didn't react until he pushed him into the room.

Jin An has thin hands and feet, and this seemingly delicate body really makes him uneasy.

Jin An retorted in a low voice, "I blocked it by hitting the doorpost well at night."

Feng Jiang glanced at the small piece of wood placed on the cross of the door, and thought that if someone really wanted to come in, this small piece would not be enough to block it.

Feng Jiang gave Jin An a "huh" sound, and cast a glance at Jin An.

Jin An was embarrassed, pursed his mouth and did not speak.

Seeing that he insisted, Feng Jiang couldn't force people to live with him in the ancestral hall, so he could only ask him to use a shoulder pole to hold the door for safety before he was ready to leave.

Jin An wanted to see him off, but was stopped by Feng Jiang's eyes, and said, "I'll see you close the door first before leaving."

Jin An: "Okay."

Jin An, who was always thought of as stupid and delicate, faced the stern gaze of Fengjiang outside the door like a teaching director, obediently closed the door and put a pole against it, only then did he hear the footsteps of someone turning and leaving.

Jin An breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly climbed onto the hot kang. Before going to sleep, he was still thinking, it shouldn't be cold tonight...

The author says:

An'an Survival Notebook: As long as you confess quickly, no one can hit me.

Fengjiang: ...

Thanks to Youyou for throwing mines and watering, what——

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