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

Xie Nanxing, who was in a trance, felt that he might be dead and went directly to the eighteen levels of hell, where he had to endure such torture every day.

I rubbed my sore eyes hard and brought my wild thoughts back to reality.

This is not the Avici Hell at all; it is clearly just a thatched hut that has caught fire.

Xie Nanxing felt that the hunter must not be at home since the fire had grown so big, so he could only rely on himself to escape.

He held onto the bed rails and struggled to stand up. Just as he was standing steady, Xie Nanxing fell to the ground with a thump.

There were flammable sparks everywhere in this thatched hut. Xie Nanxing, feeling dizzy and dazed, didn't care about his appearance at all and used his hands and feet to crawl out of the hut.

Crawling accelerated his heartbeat, and soon Xie Nanxing had difficulty breathing. He could only open his mouth and breathe through his nose and mouth.

The thick smoke entered his throat, followed by a rapid cough.

Xie Nanxing dropped golden beans as he crawled.

He felt really miserable.

Less than two days after traveling through time, he had already experienced four life-and-death threats.

That lousy administrator didn't even want him to live!

After finally climbing out of the yard, Xie Nanxing stopped in front of the fence gate. The expected out-of-control fire did not break out.

Puzzled, he turned around and observed carefully, only to find that the thick smoke was coming from the kitchen. He sniffed it and even smelled the scent of herbs.

So, there was no fire?

Full of doubts, he began to crawl back into the house along the original path. Only after he climbed onto the mud steps did Xie Nanxing stand up, holding onto the mud wall.

The dark and pungent smoke filled the kitchen. The man sitting on the small stool seemed to be happy for a moment when he saw Xie Nanxing.

Embarrassment arose in Xie Nanxing's mind, making her face, which was already red from the high fever, even redder.

Xie Nanxing dared to guarantee that the hunter must have seen him crawling on the mud twice.

Moreover, no one said anything to stop it.

"Brother Hunter, I don't mean to leave you." From a distance, Xie Nanxing began to explain his extraordinary behavior: "I thought there was a fire..."

This explanation was quite pleasant to the ear. Shen Jinmo got up and went into the bedroom. He took out the cotton-padded clothes and the hand warmer from the bottom shelf of the closet. He held Xie Nanxing's waist with one hand and led him to the stove.

This time, Shen Jinmo did not mind the dirt on Xie Nanxing.

After adding another piece of firewood to the stove, Shen Jinmo reminded Xie Nanxing, who was staring at the iron pot in a daze, "Your clothes are dirty. Change them quickly."

"Oh oh." Xie Nanxing responded blankly: "I just looked at you, you seem unhappy?"

"Xie Nanxing, you are sick now."

Shen Jinmo wouldn't worry that Xie Nanxing wanted to leave him: "Although I don't know if crawling like this can strengthen my body, it's too dirty."

"Don't do that next time."

Xie Nanxing: …

After changing into clean clothes, Xie Nanxing looked at the herbs on the table. Thinking of the fragmentary memories he had while unconscious, he finally figured out what the hunter was doing.

Instead of burning the house, she was decocting herbs for him.

"Brother Hunter, is it possible that herbs are not boiled like this?"

Shen Jinmo is the backer, so Xie Nanxing can't be as ruthless as Shen Jinmo in every word he says.

"How is that possible? In half an hour, three bowls of water were boiled into one bowl of water. Could that old doctor be lying to me?"

Shen Jinmo's gaze was so firm, so firm that Xie Nanxing wondered if he was wrong.

"Well... that's the truth."

Xie Nanxing wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. In the end, he chose to speak with facts.

Standing up with the help of the stove, Xie Nanxing held his breath and lifted the lid of the pot with one hand. Extremely choking smoke rose from the pot, and even Shen Jinmo was choked and coughed several times.

Standing up and looking at the black charcoal in the pot, Shen Jinmo's heroic eyes were filled with intense confusion, which was then replaced by relief.

This kitchen was just for decoration before Xie Nanxing came. He used to eat steamed buns with plain water and had no need for such complicated things.

"Haha." Xie Nanxing laughed dryly twice, and took the initiative to divert the embarrassment for his patron: "Brother Hunter, you are very good at burning the fire."

Don't burn it next time.

"Yeah." He turned and walked out of the stove, began to clean up the mess in the pot, and then brought Xie Nanxing to where he had been sitting and adding fuel to the fire.

Seeing this sickly kid starting to lose consciousness again, I had to remind him again: "It's your own medicine, you cook it yourself."

"Thank you."

She held him in her arms as they walked from Yunhuai Village to the town, spent money to buy so many herbs for him, and even personally boiled the medicine for him.

Originally, it was Xie Nanxing who needed to rely on Shen Jinmo, but now it is Shen Jinmo who is taking care of him all the time.

Shen Jinmo still did not respond to the thanks this time. He didn't care whether Xie Nanxing thanked him or not. He just did what he wanted to do.

If you always think about the gratitude of others, when something unhappy happens one day, you will be the one who suffers internally.

He filled the hand warmer in his hand with hot water and handed it to Xie Nanxing: "This is for you. I can't use it."

Shen Jinmo did not mention the significance of this hand warmer, but Xie Nanxing could tell at a glance that this hand warmer was no ordinary item.

It is simple and exquisite, and of just the right size. It is a very valuable gift that belongs only to Xie Nanxing.

Although these things seemed like a piece of cake for Shen Jinmo, they were like a blessing after a long drought for Xie Nanxing.

The light of water danced in his eyes, and his eye sockets slowly turned red. The kindness from Shen Jinmo seemed to be able to make Xie Nanxing reconcile with all the sufferings of the past.

People always covet beauty and try to keep it: "Brother Hunter, what can I do for you?"

"Xie Nanxing, do you know your current situation?"

"Yes." The prince in front of him was an existence that could not be mentioned by name, and he could not even be asked: "If you don't protect me, I will die."

"As long as I live, I will stand firmly beside you."

Maybe this companionship is of no use, but this is the only thing Xie Nanxing can promise.

"Xie Nanxing, I don't need you to do anything for me."

"Your life is the greatest value to me."

As their eyes met, Xie Nanxing inexplicably felt that Shen Jinmo in front of him was like a child, a child who wanted a home.

When this man wanted to look back on the road he had come, he saw someone waiting for him at home.

So the road this person is about to take is a road that is destined to lead him to nowhere.

Because I have no home, I have to create a home for myself.

One would risk his life to repay a favor for a meal. If one really wanted to haggle over every penny, Xie Nanxing would owe Shen Jinmo his life.

"Although my body is not strong enough to be your brother, I will try my best to protect myself."

"Fool."

Xie Nanxing is obviously very smart, and he is smart enough to see Shen Jinmo's fragility.

Or maybe Shen Jinmo was willing to let Xie Nanxing see this bit of vulnerability.