After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Looking at the boy who seemed to be killed by a gust of wind, Shen Jinmo frowned slightly and felt conflicted.

As soon as he saw the boy's eyes clearly, he thought of taking him back to the thatched hut.

But at this moment, Shen Jinmo felt that he had to be cautious.

Because this person seems to be easily raised to death.

But if it really dies, it’s not a big deal. It won’t take much effort to drag it back to the snake pit.

Having made a choice in his mind, Shen Jinmo was in a rare good mood tonight and did not urge the boy who was delaying his work at all.

The swallowing sound at the bottom of the pit stopped, and Xie Nanxing finally suppressed his cough.

"Brother Hunter, I am the son of Boss Xie. My name is Xie Nanxing, and I will be fifteen in two months."

"When you came to my house today, my second uncle and cousin tried to seize the land my parents left me but failed, and they intended to kill me."

"You saved me today, so you are my savior."

"I am timid, in poor health, and very afraid of death. I will never reveal a word of what happened today."

With his eyes closed, Xie Nanxing's heart was beating like a drum, waiting for the decision of fate.

Facing an absolutely strong opponent, Xie Nanxing's only choice was to be extremely honest.

"Can you please consider letting me live?"

"Xie Nanxing."

His voice was deep and hoarse, revealing the heaviness and calmness of a man, as well as a special hint of smacking.

The murderous aura around Shen Jinmo became weaker and weaker, and Xie Nanxing felt lucky to have survived the disaster.

Xie Nanxing won the bet.

Hey, it seems that the good luck that the time-travel administrator said is really useful.

Before this thought took root in Xie Nanxing's mind, the cart beneath him was pushed by Shen Jinmo towards the deep pit.

The cart began to tilt downwards. Xie Nanxing held on to the edge of the cart with both hands, allowing all the dead objects beside him to fall into the bottom of the hole.

Only after everything on the cart except Xie Nanxing had fallen into the snake pit did Shen Jinmo lay the cart flat and walk towards the mountainside.

The usually quiet journey back home was now noisy, with suppressed sobs coming from behind me.

Shen Jinmo turned around and looked at Xie Nanxing, who was curled up in a small ball on the cart with his shoulders shaking, and a strange emotion arose in his heart.

Where do these tears come from for this sickly little kid?

They've spared his life and are willing to take him home, so what's there to cry about?

He's already 15 years old, but he doesn't think it's shameful to cry.

The cart stopped in the front yard of the thatched cottage. Xie Nanxing squatted on the cart, secretly looking at the back of the man who was washing with cold water, and all kinds of doubts surged in his heart.

If he was really just a hunter, why would he be hunted by dozens of assassins?

If he was really just a hunter, why would he keep a python that specializes in eating corpses?

The identity of the hunter in front of him is not simple. Could he be some kind of secluded person living in the countryside?

Being assassinated because of possessing a rare treasure?

If this person has many enemies, who knows if Xie Nanxing’s life will be in danger?

But thinking of the man's skills, Xie Nanxing felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

So this person can become Xie Nanxing's backer.

Shen Jinmo changed into a clean black robe and walked out of the room. Xie Nanxing, who was originally curled up on the cart, was already sitting on the steps made of mud.

With his dirty hands he hugged himself tightly, which was covered with the fishy and sweet smell. A gust of cold wind blew and the sickly boy began to tremble all over.

No more crying, no more coughing.

Look at me, like a poor unwanted creature.

He looks like Shen Jinmo who escaped to Luoyu Mountain ten years ago.

Moving a small stool out of the house and sitting next to Xie Nanxing, Shen Jinmo began to comfort Xie Nanxing, just as he had comforted himself when he was isolated and helpless ten years ago.

"Xie Nanxing, you are not clean. I will throw you away to feed the snakes."

As soon as these words fell, the courage that Xie Nanxing had accumulated with great difficulty was shattered.

Is it normal that this hunter always wants to drag people to feed snakes?

But this hunter is the backer that Xie Nanxing has his eyes on, and whatever a backer says and does is always right!

"I...I...didn't mean to do that. I don't have any clothes and I'd freeze to death if I washed them."

"You're not old, but you've got a lot of trouble."

He is almost fifteen years old and still so difficult to raise. Only Shen Jinmo is kind enough to be willing to bring him back and try to raise him.

If it were someone else, he would have been thrown into a snake den to feed the snakes.

"I have clothes."

At the moment when Xie Nanxing's eyes lit up, Shen Jinmo said the second half of the sentence: "If I give it to you, what will you give in exchange?"

"I have land, and I will give it back to you when I have a harvest next year."

Shen Jinmo knew everyone in Yunhuai Village, so how could he miss Xie Nanxing?

"You were born with a weak body and couldn't even step out of the door. How can you plow the land now?"

People in the underworld who live in uncertainty are looking for stability the most. Xie Nanxing feels that the chips in his hand give him the capital for negotiation.

"If you are willing to help me, the bulk of the harvest will be yours, and you can leave a little surplus so that I won't starve to death. Is that okay with you?"

The whole Yunhuai Village heard what Xie Nanxing was thinking.

Shen Jinmo has been walking alone among conspiracies and plots for so many years, and no one dares to plot against him so blatantly.

And he went along with this plan.

Xie Nanxing does have some skills.

He turned and went into the house, took out a set of cotton-padded clothes he wore as a child from the bottom shelf of the closet and placed them on the kitchen stool. He lit the fire in the stove and glanced sideways at the sickly little boy sitting on the ground.

If this thing takes a cold shower, it might freeze to death.

Alas, it is so troublesome to raise this sickly little thing...

He boiled some hot water in the pot, turned around and went into the utility room to get a piece of cloth to wrap Xie Nanxing up, then carried her into the kitchen, put her on the small stool in front of the stove, and slowly baked her.

The firelight brought warmth to comfort Xie Nanxing, and Shen Jinmo's kindness, which he had never kept in his heart, entered Xie Nanxing's heart along with the firelight.

So warm.

"Thank you." He lowered his head and said thank you in a muffled voice.

Xie Nanxing is actually not good at accepting other people’s kindness to him, because such kindness is too rare, so he is not good at it.

Shen Jinmo did not feel any extra emotion because of this thank you. He just stood up from the stove and walked out of the house.

Walking to the threshold, he looked Xie Nanxing up and down, with obvious disdain in his eyes.

Xie Nanxing in front of the stove is really dirty...

What's even more terrifying is that Shen Jinmo actually hugged Xie Nanxing...

Even though he was hugging her through a cloth, Shen Jinmo still felt that he was not clean...

"Wash it clean, I don't like dirt."

"I see."

With such kindness, Xie Nanxing seemed to no longer be afraid of Shen Jinmo, and subconsciously turned and smiled in the direction where the voice came from.

As soon as he saw this, all attention was taken away from Xie Nanxing.

His eyes were like an eagle's, his facial features were so delicate that they looked as if they were carved by a magic axe or knife, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and he was wearing a dark-colored robe without any patterns, but it revealed a sense of nobility.

Although he has been running around in the mountains for many years, his skin is healthy and white. Although he exudes murderous aura, he is not gloomy, and even has a sense of heroism.

This hunter doesn't look like a gangster, but more like a blood-drenched general on the battlefield.