Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 308
Wan Zhuan touched Fuchen's head, her forehead was still very hot.

Next, whether she can survive or not depends entirely on herself.

For the children in the cold palace, those who survived were all arranged by destiny.

Wan Zhuan didn't think he needed to do anything else.

He put the dust on the bed and waited for her fever to subside or die.

Sitting on the threshold of an empty wooden house, looking at the weeds soaked in the rain all night.

Watered by heavy rain, the soil on the ground has more muddy water.The weed blades were also covered with rain.

You can get your clothes wet just by wearing them.

Wan Zhuan sat at the door and thought for a while, then got up and slipped out again.

This time, he stole a gu of pigeon soup, which might be the food of some princess.

Wan Zhuan was holding the hot pottery bowl, was hit on the head by a shoe, his head was pressed down, and his figure jumped into the mountain forest without even a moment's hesitation, disappearing from sight.

After hiding in the mountains for a long time, I felt that the pottery bowl in my arms was about to lose heat, so I went back with the bowl in my mouth.

Walking back from the main entrance, the door suddenly opened.Wan Zhuan immediately dodges to the fork in the road.

"Well! I see if you can come back to sleep tonight!"

Wan Bran's heart was pounding.

Will the floating dust in the house be found?
Was it taken hostage?
Still fell to his death.

Wan Zhuan looked down at the Gu pigeon soup, knowing that the soup must have wasted a lot of hard work on the toad (the chef, the right cheek was burned, and there was a large scar bulging like a toad).

"It's just such a broken place, maybe I won't come back!" Someone from the room came out, holding a package in his hand.

Wan Bran's eyes immediately turned cold.

Pick up the soup bowl and drink it up.The pigeon bones were chewed and swallowed together.

The two went out together.

"The wizard said that he will go down again tonight, so go back quickly."

Wan Chaan followed quietly.

The cook soon left the palace.

The maids and attendants in the palace are free to enter and leave the palace.

Many palace people have homes outside the palace. They go to the palace early in the morning to work and go back to sleep at night.

As long as there is a sign to prove your identity, you can go out through the palace gate openly.

The name is engraved on the sign, and the imprint of the palace system is on the back.

Wan Kuan took out the "Floating Dust" sign from his pocket, turned out the back, and confirmed that there was a mark on it.

Wan Zhuan grabbed a handful of ashes from the wall and wiped it on his face.Take out the sign and give it to the guard.

Many people know that there is a prince in the cold palace, but not many people pay attention to what the prince looks like.

Wan Zhuan followed the person in front with his eyes, grabbed the wooden sign and left.

He was quite tall already.

A little short is about his height.

Wan Zhuan grabbed the wooden sign and followed the man carrying the burden all the way to the village outside the city.

This is a self-built house, a stone house piled up with stones and mud.

Wan Zhuan climbed up the tree and stared at the house.

It was night and it started to rain.

There was no cry of a baby in the room.

Wan Kuan touched the wooden sign in his hand, and stroked the lines of the "floating dust" ravine with his fingers.

The eyes are deep, without light and shadow.

It was raining heavily, pattering down, blurring vision.

The rain and fog rose, already covering the sight.

The sky was as bleak as a soaked dead fish.

Wan Chan climbed down and walked in the heavy rain.

The rain slanted and wet the clothes.The thin clothes are tightly attached to the body, revealing a strong body.

Everyone's house is the same.

The side with the chimney is the kitchen.Opposite is the bed.

Wan Zhuan walked towards the wall beside the bed.

Stare at this wall.

The stone wall was eroded by the rain, and the soil fell off a little.But not enough to fall off.

There is a piece in the middle that comes off.

Wan Zhuan took two steps on his hind legs, and rushed forward suddenly. There was a low muffled sound of "boom", and the stone wall fell down in response.

"Patter and drip".

The sound of the rain was noisy, and the dull sound was covered by the sound of the rain.

"Ah." Someone uttered a voice under the stone.

Rough male voice.

Wan Zhuan picked up the big rock on the ground, lifted it up, and smashed it violently at the source of the sound.

Bright red blood seeped through the crevices of the collapsed stones.

"Patter and drip".

The heavy rain continued.

Wan Zhuan dragged himself through the rain and returned to the palace.His eyes were like the sky at this moment, and he could only see white, and the rumbling sound was frightening, but he didn't know where it came from.

At the intersection, there is a smear of red in his vision.

Wan Zhuan turned around leisurely, looking at the red flagpole standing in the air.

That's where wizards live.

chastity.

For a child who died as soon as he came into contact with him, Wan Zhuan was not too sad.

It's just this name, which always reminds him of himself.

When he dies, who will avenge him?bury him?

Wan Zhuan stared at the red flag, half paid, and moved away.

He needs to go back.

The "book" he hid is still in the cold palace.

He can't reveal yet.

If you want revenge, only yourself is the most important thing.

Entering the palace with the signboard, when he walked to his own cold palace, "Ah—" a faint voice was caught in the sound of rain.

Wan Zhuan immediately withdrew the hand that pushed the door, and took a step back to keep the distance.

There are ghosts!

Wan Zhuan stared at the door.

"哗啦啦——" This is the sound of heavy rain.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

In the whining sound, there was a subtle "ah~" sound, which was captured sensitively.

This is a ghost sound.

"Bang!" Suddenly the sound of "Woo" was interrupted.

Wan Zhuan was shocked and his scalp went numb.

This is the brat making trouble!
The heavy rain "pattered" and hit the face, and it was almost impossible to open my eyes.

Wan Zhuan stared at the door, not daring to go in.But he didn't have a place to stay.

Downhill in the woods is not safe.

The cave that can accommodate people is deep, and the river must be crossed.

At this time, the creek must be soaring and it is not suitable for trekking.

Wan Zhuan pursed his lips, walked over, and slowly pushed the door open with his hands.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang inside the house.

Wan Zhuan trembled in fright, and immediately withdrew his hand.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The sound came one after another.

Wan Zhuan listened, and seemed to be a little familiar.He pushed open the door apprehensively.

I saw the door of the back room swinging constantly under the action of the wind.

The room was pitch black, like a ghost's opening.

"Ah~" The ghost voice is still there.

This ghost sound is different from last night...

Wan Zhuan seemed to understand, rushed into the house, strode skillfully across the hole in the house, and ran to the bed.

A naked child is crying on the bed.

"Ah~" The voice came from the child's mouth.

Wan Zhuan stared at the child with wide eyes.

not dead?

Wan Chan picked up the floating dust, the small cotton quilt of the floating dust was gone, and his body was still hot at this moment.

I don't know if the fever subsides and comes back up, or if it is still burning.

Wan Zhuan stuffed his index finger into Fu Chen's mouth, Fu Chen immediately shut up, bit his finger and sucked.

hungry.

Wan Chan put down the floating dust and wrapped it up with a quilt.Take a bowl on the table and go outside to catch the rainwater.Hold it and run back to Fu Chen to drink it.

Fuchen's small mouth moved, biting the bowl and drinking water continuously.Dried up half a bowl of water.

It's thirsty.

Wan Zhuan lay on the ground, skillfully picked up a stone on the ground, and exposed the pine nuts underneath.

This is the food he picked up in the mountains.

Sometimes winter, relying on these, can survive.

Stones and pits are almost identical.It is also to prevent mice from stealing food.

It is raining heavily at the moment, and it is also night, so there will be no food left in the kitchen.

Wan Chaan pulled off the pine nut shell, chewed and spit out the mud, and fed it to the floating dust between his fingers.

Fuchen opened his mouth and ate.

Seems to be a good breed.

Wan Zhuan stared at the child.Unexpectedly resurrected, my heart suddenly felt textured.

He hopes to raise the child.

Like the world doesn't want him alive.

He prefers to live.

(End of this chapter)