mad dog plus three

But the zebra's speed was not too slow. It even caught up with him, opened its mouth and bit his clothes, and rubbed its big head into his arms.

Jiasan couldn't break free, wanted to hit the zebra's head hard but was afraid of hitting the wrong one--there were sweat-blooded BMWs in ancient times, why don't you bring the bloody-eyed BMWs here?

Jiasan pushed the horse's head hard, trying to push it away.

But the piebald horse seemed to be very affectionate with him, and lingered around him.

"Where did you get the horse?" Simon's voice came from the door.

Jiasan raised his head and pushed aside the head of the horse that was about to lick him, "Why did you come out? This is your horse."

Simon said that he was uneasy staying in the house, and only came out when he heard voices outside.

"There is an accident in the village. Sinclair's people have already left. We'd better leave quickly." Jiasan hesitated, and said to Simon: "Can you leave your gold coin to Auntie? I will return it to you later .”

Simon said without hesitation: "Of course I can. I don't want you to pay it back."

Jiasan hugged the horse's head and asked it directly: "Can you understand me?"

The piebald's big watery reddish eyes looked at Kasan very innocently.

Plus three: "...Simon, do normal horses have red eyes?"

Simon leaned on the fence and came out. He was also startled when he saw the red eyes of the piebald horse, but the child lacked common sense just like Jiasan, and said without much fear, "I don't know. I have seen very few horses."

Jiasan insisted on holding the horse's head and turned it to Simon, "Then do you think it is infected by demon energy?"

Simon looked at the piebald horse with a humane look of grievance, and said uncertainly: "It's not like that. Generally, creatures infected by magic energy, whether they are humans or animals, are either unconscious or restless, and prefer to attack Of all the creatures in the vicinity, I have never heard of any sticky ones."

The piebald horse sighed rhythmically, as if complaining of grievances.It is indeed not infected by the magic energy, it is itself a demon.

Jiasan stared at this horse and always felt that something was wrong, and this horse was too familiar, "Forget it, you can't walk now, we have to have a horse to travel, and we will sell it when we reach Bell Town. If you can sell it."

"Shall we go now?" Simon asked.

Jiasan looked back at the entrance of the village, and heard noisy voices, one of which was particularly loud, as if he was arguing with the villagers.

After a while, a blood-stained capable man dragged a bound boy on his back and walked this way. The red-haired aunt supported the boy and followed him.

Someone yelled at them.

They also ignore.

Jiasan and Simon looked at each other, but it was not easy to leave now.

Jiasan led the zebra over, and said to the aunt, "Let it go right away."

Seeing that it was Jiasan, the aunt wiped away her tears, and reluctantly said, "Why are you still here? Didn't I ask Steve to send you a letter to let you leave while there is an accident in the village? Now that something happened in the village, you can't stay any longer." Be safe, let's go now."

The blood-stained man with a tired face looked at the aunt.

The aunt explained to him that it was a child who had come to stay and was accidentally separated from his family.

The man also said: "Hurry up and leave while you can. When the Sinclair family spreads the news, the village will be sealed off before long, and you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

The aunt and her husband were very rude, but Jiasan knew that the other party was doing it for their own good, "We'll leave later, it's not too late."

"You don't understand, several members of our village's hunting team were infected by the devil's energy, and so was my son. It's not safe for you to live in my house, even if you are close to it. Let's go." The aunt drove Jiasan away again.

Jiasan was also afraid of being infected by the demonic energy, but the more the aunt said so, the more he didn't want to leave like this.

The aunt's husband saw that Jiasan insisted, and it was indeed difficult for him to carry his struggling child, so he and the aunt worked together to put the bound boy sideways on the horse.

The zebra is very well-behaved and doesn't make a fuss at all.

Simon opened the fence gate and welcomed several people in.

Jiasan helped the aunt to bring her husband and son into the house, but he left the piebald horse at the door without tying it to a rope.

In the process of helping, Jiasan also saw the red eyes of the aunt's son, which turned blood red from the white of the eyes to the eyeballs, which looked very scary.Moreover, he has been struggling desperately, his hands and feet are bound, and his mouth is gagged, but he still blushes and his neck is thick from struggling, and occasionally turns his head to look at people with a very cold and vicious look.

Simon whispered to him that this is the most common phenomenon of magic energy infection.

The aunt stopped crying, put her son next to her husband, and went to search for medicine to treat her husband's injury.

Simon's stomach gurgled, and the teenager blushed.

The uncle stopped the aunt: "Roth, let's make breakfast. I haven't eaten since last night. I'm starving to death."

The aunt obviously forgot to cook: "Oh, I've already cooked half of the meal, okay, wait. By the way, you two haven't eaten yet, look at me!"

Jiasan suddenly thought of his super monosodium glutamate. He got up this morning and touched another one. He wanted to keep it, but he was worried about how to repay this aunt who kindly took them in for a night and gave them food. With their family's situation, he thought maybe delicious food could make them happier?

As for this monosodium glutamate can increase the umami taste of food and make the devil like it, Jiasan doesn't know its other functions, but he has eaten it himself, and it's okay until now, and even the one who threw him here The damn guy seems to be very interested in MSG too, so it shouldn't do any harm?

So Jiasan took the initiative to let the aunt continue to take care of the uncle, and he went to finish the half-cooked breakfast.

Last night and this morning, I was able to help with the cooking. My aunt is more assured of his hands-on ability. In addition, the breakfast is already half ready, so I just need to cook a little wheat flour paste. The aunt who was watching her son agreed.

Jiasan walked into the kitchen, and Simon, who was uncomfortable being alone outside, followed in.

Jiasan scooped up a crock of water, and instructed Simon to tear the vegetables that the aunt had washed in the morning into pieces. When Simon was busy, he threw the monosodium glutamate into the crock. Cut the cured meat into fine pieces, put it into the crock together with the wheat flour paste and stir, and finally sprinkle some salt and stir evenly when it is almost ready.

Simon smelled the aroma coming from the side, and swallowed, and could only pretend to be busy and put the whole boiled ground beans on the plate.Smelling the aroma, I feel that the ugly ground beans on the plate look much more delicious.

A horse's head stuck out to the kitchen window, making a rhythmic sound begging for food.

Boss, give me a little reward~

Jiasan pushed the protruding head out hard, and the zebra's saliva almost flowed into the jar.

"Xi—" Ask for a reward, ask for food!

Jiasan couldn't understand Ma language, but seeing that the wheat flour paste was almost cooked, he wrapped the side of the pot with a rag, intending to take the whole crock out.

"Hey—!" Don't go, at least give me a lick, just one lick!

Simon was strangely in sync with the zebra's mood. Out of sympathy, he whispered to Jiasan: "The horse is an omnivorous animal. It wants to eat so much, so you can scoop some up for it."

Jiasan took a look at the zebra who was blinking and trying to be cute, and speechlessly scooped up a spoonful of paste from a plate and put it on the window sill.

"Xi——!" the piebald neighed happily, and licked it with its tongue, regardless of whether the paste was still steaming.

Jiasan was about to remind it, seeing that the zebra didn't seem to notice the heat, so he shut up.

The aunt's family waiting in the living room was about to be tormented to death by the fresh scent coming from the kitchen.

As soon as the aunt and uncle smelled it, they turned their heads to look at the kitchen together.

The uncle asked in surprise: "Honey, what food did you prepare, why is it so delicious?"

The aunt was puzzled, "It's the ones we usually eat."

The uncle suddenly patted the aunt, "Look at Jimmy, he seems to smell it too."

The young man who seemed to be full of energy just now suddenly became extremely quiet. He only turned his head and stared in the direction of the kitchen with a very focused expression.

Seeing her son's appearance, the aunt choked up.

At this moment, except for the bloodshot eyes, the young man's calm face did not look like he was infected by demonic energy at all.

As the wheat flour paste cooked, the aroma became stronger and stronger, and the cloth towel stuffed in the boy's mouth became moist.

The aunt was also reluctant to gag her son's mouth for a long time, so under the care of her husband, she carefully pulled out the cloth ball.

The boy didn't make a fuss, his eyes were still looking in the direction of the kitchen.

The aunt suddenly had hope in her heart: Didn't it mean that people infected by the devil's energy would completely lose their minds?But why is her son so quiet, with an obvious look of longing on his face?Maybe her son can still be saved?

Simon came out with the plate first, and the aunt hurried over to help. The child seemed to have injured his foot from the way he walked.

Then Jiasan came in with the earthen jar, and the rich fragrance in the room was raised to a higher level.

Simon could hardly stand the smell in the kitchen, but he was educated by aristocrats anyway, and when he was a child, he would be fined not to eat if he was hungry. He was used to enduring hunger and desire, except for his eyes and swallowing In addition to being able to reveal his true feelings, on the surface he can still control it.

But uncles and aunts are not so reserved. It is their family's food, so it's up to them how they want to eat?

"Smells good, little guy, young, good craftsmanship." The uncle gave a thumbs up.

Kasan grinned.

"How old are you? Where are you from?" The uncle took the plate and bowl from his wife, and quickly handed the bowl to Jiasan.

"Fifteen. From the Continent of Conflict." Jiasan smiled, took a spoon and made a bowl full for the uncle, and scooped it up for others.

"Are you already fifteen?" The three people said different words, but they all meant the same thing.

Jiasan seems to be as tall as a five or six-year-old child, but for foreigners, it is not surprising that they are delayed in development, and people of some races are born short.

The aunt and uncle guessed that Jiasan should be in his early teens, but they never thought that Jiasan was already 15 years old.

Simon also always thought that Jiasan was younger than himself, and when he heard that he was one year older than himself, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Jiasan is also very depressed about his height, but he saw many teenagers in Hard City probably because of nutritional problems, and he is not very tall, but he is indeed below the average.

"I will grow taller in the future." Jiasan said with certainty.

No one agreed with him, no one beat him, everyone was buried in the cereal.

The paste that usually scratches the throat today not only smells good, but tastes even better.

"Ah!" A hoarse voice suddenly called out from the side.

The aunt didn't eat, so she endured the aroma and made a bowl for her son first.

As soon as he brought the bowl to his son, the boy opened his mouth wide and let out an eager "ahah" cry.

"Are you hungry? Mom will feed you." The aunt held back her tears, scooped up a spoonful of the paste and put it into her son's mouth.

The boy barely chewed, and swallowed the corn flour paste in his mouth, and then opened his mouth wide to urge: "Ah!"

The aunt felt sorry for her son: "Eat slowly, there are still some in the jar."

The uncle who was about to scoop up the second bowl froze his outstretched hand.

Simon also wanted to eat the second bowl, but he was embarrassed.

Jiasan said calmly, "Sorry, I put in too much wheat flour, and this pot is very full."

The uncle scooped up the second bowl immediately after hearing the words.

Jiasan saw that Simon was embarrassed, so he also poured a bowl for him, and filled it up for himself by the way.

"Come and eat, I'll feed him." The uncle wanted to eat more after eating two bowls of wheat flour paste and two ground beans, but he forcibly held back and called to his wife.

The aunt shook her head, and happily fed the whole bowl of paste, "No need, look how good Jimmy eats? There are rumors outside that people infected by magic energy don't eat vegetarian food, saying that they will only go crazy and hurt people. Look, It's all a lie! Jimmy will be fine."

The uncle also felt strange about his son's specialness. Could it be that the outside rumors were wrong?

After feeding a bowl of mush, the aunt stood up with the bowl in hand.

"Mom... still..."

"Crack!" The wooden bowl fell to the ground and rolled aside.

The aunt rushed to her son and cried, "Jimmy? Jimmy, my child, are you awake? Did you recognize your mother?"

The young man's mind seems to be a little fuzzy, so he can only ask instinctively: "Mom, I want to eat... just now..."

"Okay, okay! Wait!" At this time, not to mention that the son just wants to eat a bowl of wheat flour paste, even monster meat, the aunt can rush into the forest to fight for her life.

The aunt grabbed the pots on the table and brought them all to her son. Seeing how pitifully the son stretched out his head to lick the crock pot, the aunt untied the son's rope regardless of her husband's stop.

Jiasan took precautions and was ready for La Simon to escape at any time.

He can't stop other mothers from being nice to their sons, so he can only prepare himself.

The boy got up from the blanket, probably imprisoned for a period of time, his movements were still a bit clumsy, but the movement to snatch the jar was not slow at all.

He didn't use a spoon to scoop it up, and poured it into his mouth with his head raised.

After pouring two mouthfuls, I found that a little flowed out of my mouth, and continued to eat with a spoon reluctantly.

After eating more than half, the boy slowed down. Seeing his parents looking at him helplessly, the boy was stunned for a moment, as if he had completely woken up. At that time, he pushed the jar into his mother's arms, "Mom, I'll eat well Yes, you can eat."

Auntie burst into tears!