At night, a sharp shout from the campsite broke the silence of the night.
The sound came from Ji Yijun’s tent. The boy who was rescued suddenly woke up while Garcia and Ji Yijun were scrubbing his body. He saw Ji Yijun’s face in a daze and immediately shrank into the corner with screams. He pulled the blanket in a panic and blocked it, looking at Ji Yijun with horror, and kept repeating: “Black-haired demon, black-haired demon.”
Under the dim solar lamp, Ji Yijun rolled up his sleeves, held a towel in his hand, and a basin of water at his feet. He looked at the little boy awkwardly and comforted: “Don’t shout, we saved you, we are helping you clean the wounds.”
He had just stepped forward, and the boy screamed in a louder voice: “Don’t come over! Black-haired demon!”
These screams naturally alarmed the people in the camp.
Huang Zheng, Wu Qi and others soon came to Ji Yijun’s tent and squeezed into the tent to see what was going on. The number of people in the room made the boy even more scared.
Huang Zheng said, “Ji Yijun, to be honest, the associations given to people in this scene are very evil.”
“Get out.” Ji Yijun tried his best to show his kindness and said to the boy in a kind voice: “Don’t be nervous, we are all good people. You can say things slowly.”
The boy suddenly shrank to the edge of the tent, touched a stone from the gap under the tent, and then held it in his hand and stared at Ji Yijun hard. Ji Yijun was happy: “Oh, the little guy has a good temper. I like it.”
Huang Zheng kicked him, “How do you talk, don’t be awkward?”
“You all go out, I’ll do it. Look at you scared people.” Wu Qi pushed Ji Yijun with one hand and Huang Zheng with the other, pushing them out the door.
“You should be careful.” Ji Yijun was pulled out by Huang Zheng reluctantly.
Huang Zheng let everyone around him disperse, and he and Ji Yijun were at the door of the tent. I heard Wu Qi and the little boy talking in a very small voice. Ji Yijun pressed his ear against the tent, trying hard to listen to the movement inside.
Huang Zheng saw Ji Yijun listening carefully, and he couldn’t help but feel funny: “That’s a slave child. Wu Qi was originally a trained warrior, and now he is a low-level mage. Why are you nervous about it?”
Ji Yijun was too lazy to pay attention to him and said, “It’s okay to be careful. This is a magical world, and monsters or mutations may appear. Wu Qi is really, why are you talking so lightly? It’s like whispering. And this tent is too big and the sound insulation is so good.”
Huang Zheng saw his anxious look and smiled: “Hey, are you really caring about this girl? Based on your character you have overdrawn before, I really doubt you boy.It was another three minutes of heat. But Wu Qi hasn’t agreed to be your girlfriend yet, right? “Huang Zheng said gossip.
“So what if you don’t agree? What is mine will be mine after all. “Ji Yijun was silent for a few seconds, “She is different, different from those before. ”
“Why is it different? “
“I can’t explain it clearly, anyway, I really like it this time. “Ji Yijun turned his head and looked at Huang Zheng, “It’s not the feeling of thinking under the clothes when you look, but the feeling of hearing her speak every day. It’s a very sacred feeling, you don’t understand it anyway. ”
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