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

Shen Jinmo's deliberately gentle gaze fell on Xie Nanxing. He noticed that the clothes and shoes were obviously ill-fitting for Xie Nanxing, and he felt a little depressed for a moment.

"When you recover, I'll take you to buy clothes." As soon as he said this, Shen Jinmo suddenly felt happy: "Buy as many sets as you want."

Upon hearing this, Xie Nanxing shook his hands repeatedly: "No, no, these two sets are enough."

Ignoring Xie Nanxing's refusal, Shen Jinmo had already made a decision in his heart.

He raised a boy, so he had to make sure he could wear clothes that fit and wear shoes that fit his feet.

"Are you literate?"

"Should I learn to read?" Xie Nanxing asked tentatively. He knew that the original owner was illiterate.

"Read the books in the side room when you have time. If you don't understand, ask me." Afraid that Xie Nanxing wouldn't understand, Shen Jinmo explained kindly, "If I go back to Luoan, I won't be able to protect you all the time."

Xie Nanxing must learn to protect himself.

"Okay." After saying this, Xie Nanxing began to look up at the hunter in front of him. Even though he was unusually calm, if one deliberately avoided his eyes, one would feel that he should be young.

"Brother Hunter, how old are you this year?"

"I am nineteen years old this year. I came to Luoyu Mountain when I was nine." Shen Jinmo responded very naturally without a moment's hesitation.

He even felt that as long as Xie Nanxing asked, he would tell Xie Nanxing everything.

"When I was nine, was it the same as it is now?"

"Ah."

Just like today, we face assassinations everywhere every day.

But Shen Jinmo, who was used to assassinations, no longer got emotional about them.

Xie Nanxing just looked up at Shen Jinmo's plain statement, her nose suddenly felt sore and her tears fell on the hand warmer, which was soon dried by the warmth.

But the feeling of heartache took root in my heart.

Shen Jinmo saw the tear and found it inexplicably funny.

This sickly little guy has a hard time even living his own life, and now I'm starting to feel sorry for what he's going through.

But it’s also good. If the sickly little kid he picked up doesn’t feel sorry for him, how could he feel sorry for others?

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Two Months Later, Ping'an Town

As the New Year was approaching, Xie Nanxing sat on a cart. Even though his little face was half covered by the brim of his cloak, it couldn't hide his joy at the moment.

The hand holding the hand warmer would touch his chest from time to time. The bulging bag of money hidden in his chest contained all of Shen Jinmo's wealth.

A full sixty-seven taels of silver was enough to cover the expenses of an ordinary farmer for more than ten years.

Looking up at Shen Jinmo who was pulling the cart, Xie Nanxing asked again: "Brother Hunter, how far is Ping'an Town?"

This was the first time Xie Nanxing left Yunhuai Village awake since coming to the Great Xia Dynasty.

"A quarter of an hour."

"Ah..." The last line of his voice revealed a bit of disbelief: "You've been pulling for so long, and only a quarter of an hour has passed?"

Xie Nanxing had just asked this question a quarter of an hour ago.

The closer they got to Ping'an Town, the more people and vehicles there were. Xie Nanxing lifted up the hat that was covering his eyes and looked at everything in front of him.

The people of Ping'an Town did not live too badly, and there was no bitterness on the faces of the people passing by. Glimpse of people's livelihood, Xie Nanxing felt that the Great Xia could not be considered a foolish dynasty.

The cart stopped at a garment shop. Shen Jinmo carried Xie Nanxing off the cart and held Xie Nanxing's wrist with his backhand.

He only had this sickly little thing, and if it was picked up by someone else, they would not return it to him.

"Boss, give him two sets of clothes from head to toe, thick and warm."

What I promised Xie Nanxing two months ago can only be fulfilled today.

Firstly, the health of this sickly little boy is really not good. Even if he is taken care of every day, he can only walk a few more steps in the near future.

Secondly, the fighting from the Divine Capital had become increasingly frenzied in the past two months. It was not until the fighting stopped ten days ago that Shen Jinmo had time to spare.

Although Shen Jinmo knew that he couldn't stay in Yunhuai Village for long, he had to let Xie Nanxing have a good time for every day he stayed.

Xie Nanxing asked about the price, bargained briefly, and then waited for the shopkeeper to arrange someone to measure his size.

"Brother Hunter, you are so generous to me. When I have money in the future, I will treat you well too."

Although he was patting his chest and making big promises, Xie Nanxing knew that the hunter would not respond.

After drinking the hot tea quietly for a while, Xie Nanxing set his eyes on Shen Jinmo again: "You've spent all your money on me, what will you use to get a wife in the future?"

Even if you get a bargain, you still behave well.

"I haven't considered it."

There was no need to consider it before, and now after entering Luoan, it is even more impossible to consider it.

If Shen Jinmo didn't think his life was too long, how could he dare to lead those monsters and demons in the God's Capital to his bed?

As the two were chatting, the shop assistant came over with a smile and led Xie Nanxing: "Sir, please come with me inside to measure the size."

Xie Nanxing stood up and followed the waiter, and Shen Jinmo also followed subconsciously.

The waiter secretly glanced at Shen Jinmo and whispered in Xie Nanxing's ear: "Your brother is watching you very closely and is reluctant to leave you even for a moment."

"haha, really?"

The boy was talking about his brother, but his tone was weird and he wasn't discussing his brother at all.

Even if Xie Nanxing was deaf, he could still hear it.

Although Xie Nanxing did not show his expression, he felt in his heart that the people of the Great Xia Dynasty were very gossipy.

He has a clean mind and has never thought about that kind of thing.

His body was weak and he couldn't bear what happened in bed. He wanted to live a good life more than getting married.

What's more, men are always reckless in bed. Xie Nanxing felt that she must have a serious brain disease to choose to sleep with a man.

"I spent so much time measuring my size in this clothing store. It's rare to see someone as close as you and your brother."

The curtain was drawn, and Shen Jinmo stood outside the curtain with his arms folded. The conversation inside was very soft, but it did not escape Shen Jinmo's ears.

After the guy measured Xie Nanxing's shoulder width and arm length, he even raised his voice when he saw Xie Nanxing's waist circumference.

"Sir, your waist is only two feet four inches, it's a little too thin."

Shen Jinmo, who was standing outside the door curtain, slowly loosened his hand on the whip, and clasped his palms together stiffly, forming an arc.

His ears were red, his eyes were filled with confusion, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Anyway, nothing is normal.