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

After buying clothes and shoes, it was time for lunch. Since Xie Nanxing, a sickly kid, came to the thatched cottage, Shen Jinmo changed his two meals a day to three meals a day, which meant he had to eat one more meal than the villagers in Yunhuai Village.

Shen Jinmo was also happy about this. It was a sure win if he could let Xie Nanxing eat more and gain more weight so that he could get well soon.

After putting on clothes that fit him well and shoes that accompanies his feet, Xie Nanxing didn't even want to ride the cart anymore.

Xie Nanxing looked quite cute when she jumped up and down. Although Shen Jinmo liked watching it, he didn't want Xie Nanxing to walk any longer.

"It's still a long way to the restaurant. Your body can't stand it that far. You'll feel sick and won't be able to eat anything."

After hearing what Shen Jinmo said, Xie Nanxing paused for a moment, then climbed onto the cart: "Okay, I'll walk a little further after I'm full."

It's funny to say, in his two lifetimes, this was the first time someone took Xie Nanxing to measure his feet and buy shoes and clothes that fit.

They belong only to Xie Nanxing, new clothes and new shoes.

This feeling is very strange, as if loving Xie Nanxing is not something that Xie Nanxing is doing alone.

"When you are well again, you can go wherever you want."

After Shen Jinmo finished saying this, his hands gripping the handle of the cart tightened inexplicably.

In order to reassure that person, if he really encounters a life-and-death moment, he cannot use any power in his hands.

The life and death of him and Xie Nanxing suddenly depended on Xie Nanxing's frail body.

With Xie Nanxing's dilapidated body, can he really walk from Yunhuai Village to the Capital of Gods?

If they really couldn't get there, they would both die together.

Actually, it’s not sad at all.

The carriage entered the alley at the corner of the street, and countless men in black dropped from the sky and quickly surrounded the two men.

Shen Jinmo pushed the cart with one hand and pulled out the whip from his waist with the other hand to clear the way ahead.

"Hide well and nothing will happen to you."

The cart was pushed to the bottom of the alley, and the man who fell from the roof stabbed at Xie Nanxing with a sword. Shen Jinmo quickly raised his hand to block the sword for Xie Nanxing, and then stuffed Xie Nanxing under the cart.

The sound of fighting around his ears was not unfamiliar, and the smell of blood filled Xie Nanxing's nostrils. The peace and comfort of the past half month was ultimately just a dream.

Xie Nanxing did not choose to close his eyes. He looked through the axle of the cart and saw Shen Jinmo holding the whip and killing the men in black who wanted to kill them one by one.

Yes, these men in black not only wanted to kill Shen Jinmo, but they also didn't intend to let Xie Nanxing go.

The people along the road were frightened by the bloody scene and began to flee in all directions.

Soon, the only sounds left in the bustling streets were screams.

Xie Nanxing remembered Shen Jinmo's voice very clearly. Among so many cries of pain, Shen Jinmo's voice was not among them.

But when Shen Jinmo blocked the sword for him just now, he didn't make any sound.

It seemed like Shen Jinmo was born without the sense of pain.

No, everyone will feel pain, but Shen Jinmo just knows that crying out in pain is useless.

Time passed slowly, the sun gradually set, and the men in black outside kept coming in, and it seemed that they could never be killed.

Xie Nanxing cried.

He didn't understand why so many people died here, but no one reported it to the police, and no one came to save Shen Jinmo.

This dynasty, where imperial power is supreme, does not tolerate mercy for the weak.

The cart was pushed down and lifted up again, and the blood of the men in black flowed through the gaps in the cart and onto the new clothes that Shen Jinmo had just bought for Xie Nanxing.

Finally, all the black figures fell down.

Without a moment's hesitation, Xie Nanxing crawled out from under the cart, his weak limbs trembling as he walked over the broken arms and legs and came in front of Shen Jinmo.

"Brother Hunter, are you okay?"

There was a wound on Shen Jinmo's arm that was so deep that the bone could be seen. If it were in the past, Xie Nanxing would not have been so panicked.

But this time, the wound that should have been oozing with bright red blood now bled jet black.

This wound was suffered by Shen Jinmo while protecting Xie Nanxing.

If this poison had fallen on Xie Nanxing, he would have definitely died.

Xie Nanxing owed Shen Jinmo another life.

"It's okay." His voice was soft, and his usually sharp eyes lost their luster because of the pain that was like crushing bones and scattering ashes. However, the corners of his mouth were curled up to soothe Xie Nanxing's tears.

He pulled the whip that Shen Jinmo never let go of and tied it around Shen Jinmo's arms in circles, trying to stop the spread of the poison.

The overly fair face was stained with dirty blood, and bean-sized tears kept dripping down, but Shen Jinmo felt that Xie Nanxing was really pretty.

Even in such a miserable state, Xie Nanxing still looked incredibly good.