All for Rebirth [Quick Transmigration]

After the group of people ran away, Song Pei walked along the street holding a stick.

Now, with her as the center of the circle and the distance those people ran out as the radius, within this range, there will probably be no more robbers.

I stopped and looked around, but I didn't see any restaurants to eat.

Turning a corner, Song Pei looked up, um, a bakery.

Walk two steps forward, squint your eyes and look inside, um, with the lights on, only three or two tables are upside down.

Pushing open the glass door, the bell on the top of the door was driven, and it rang twice, with a little cheerful meaning.

With some effort, Song Pei pushed the door to the maximum and let it stay there, the stick took a step into the room first, and knocked on the wooden floor, the sound was quite loud.

If there is someone hiding inside who is preparing to rob, it is estimated that they will hear the movement and run over immediately.

Song Pei touched the corners of the drawing board, rubbed it twice, and it hurt a little.

After waiting for another 2 minutes, it was still quiet inside, just as quiet as outside.

Song Pei turned his head and looked at the sky, it was okay, it was early.

Pulling the glass door back and closing it, the bell rang again.

Jingle, jingle, jingle.

Walking to the cabinet and opening the door, the sweet, bubbling aroma rushes into Song Pei's nose unceremoniously.

He brought out a not-so-small cake, and smelled it, it was still fresh.

Holding the cake, Song Pei looked into the store, where the tables and chairs in the corner were still standing firmly.

There was also a set of cutlery in pairs on the table, with all the knives and forks.

Song Pei moved over with the stick, put the cake on the table, leaned the stick against the wall, and sat on the chair next to the table.

Picking up the knife, the yellow light shines, shining and clean.

After making two gestures horizontally and vertically, I started to cut, once here, twice there, and the cut was done.

I picked a piece and put it on the plate, um, let's start eating.

After forking a piece into his mouth, Song Pei raised his eyelids and almost choked.

There was a child hiding under the overturned table in front of him, looking at him with big black eyes.

Hey, not right.

It's like, um, yes, looking at this cake.

It should...not be a robbery, right?

After finally swallowing the piece in his mouth, Song Pei lowered his left hand to touch the drawing board, and beckoned to her with the other hand, "Come here?"

The child didn't move, but his eyes were no longer so determined.

Song Pei cut a piece of cake and took it out, put it on the plate opposite him, and waved at the child again, "Come here, eat."

I don't know which one of these six words touched the child, but the child came slowly from under the table.

Two minutes later, two people, one big and one small, sat face to face.

Eat cake, nothing to say.

The child is not weak in combat, and soon he and Song Pei solved a cake together.

Song Pei rubbed his belly, um, I'm not full yet.When he went to see the child, he really had an expression of wanting more.

Biting the fork, he pointed to the open cupboard, "The food is over there, bring another one if you're not full."

The child turned his head to look in the direction she pointed, and then looked back at her, as if judging the credibility of her words.

Then within a few seconds, the child jumped off the chair, ran to the cabinet, and came back with a cake.

Song Pei looked at it and twitched his face. It really was the biggest one.

When the cake was put on the table, Song Pei took a knife to cut it, but before she could reach it, the child dragged the cake and shrank towards herself.

The meaning is obvious, people want to protect food.

Song Pei looked at his knee, the wound was still fresh, and the surrounding area was bruised and purple, so he couldn't mess around.

With the wrong teeth, Song Pei put down the knife and discussed with the child, "My leg is hurt and it's hard to move. Let's eat together, okay?"

The child didn't speak, but the cake didn't come back either.

Song Pei continued: "I took what you just ate, and now I eat what you took. It's fair for one person to go once, right?"

The child still didn't speak, but the cake was pushed past.

Song Pei happily picked up the knife and cut the cake.

It's okay, children are still very reasonable.

The cake is cut, and the two of them will be settled one by one and one by one.

However, these two people probably cannot be easily satisfied with two cakes.

The second piece was eaten, and the child didn't move, just staring at Song Pei.After Song Pei finished the last bite on the plate, the child was still staring at him.

Well, it seems that she needs to implement it once per person.

Song Pei touched the stick leaning against the wall, and was about to support himself to stand up. Before he could move, the child on the opposite side suddenly bent down, and he didn't know why.

Anyway, after bending for a while, I straightened up, jumped off the chair and went to the cabinet again.

Song Pei was taken aback for a few moments, looked down, and smiled.

One afternoon, the two of them sat in their shop and finished three cakes.

Song Pei wiped his mouth, introduced himself to the child, and said, my name is Ruan Ming.

After finishing talking, ask people, what is your name?

She thinks, the two of them have been sitting here for so long, they should have established some kind of friendship in eating, right?

The child was silent and did not speak.

Song Pei's movements faltered, shouldn't he, he can't speak, right?

He rubbed the paper towel, threw it into the trash can by the table, and asked hesitantly, "You, can't you, can't talk?"

The child's gloomy eyes lifted up, glanced at Song Pei, and dropped them again.

"He Ling."

Song Pei blinked, and Ling?Which and, what bell?

The child lowered his head and never raised it again. Obviously, he didn't really want to talk to Song Peiduo.

Song Pei turned his head to look out the glass window, and another robber ran past.

His eyebrows frowned, it seemed that the time for the blood to work was limited.

Looking away, Song Pei said to He Ling, "I'm leaving, what about you, what are you going to do?"

He Ling didn't speak, just sat there with his head down.

Sigh.

Song Pei touched the stick, supported himself to stand up, and asked, "Do you want to go together?"

He Ling raised his head again, with some hesitation in his eyes.

But soon he lowered his head, jumped off the chair, and stood on the edge of the table.

Song Pei glanced at her, the gray clothes were empty, probably too thin to support her.

The short ear-length hair is also a bit messy, but it looks soft, like a small animal.

A small person doesn't know how to hide here by himself.

Without further words, Song Pei moved forward step by step with a stick on his back.

He Ling turned around and followed step by step.

Going to the door, it's not good, there are robbers around, and there are more than one.

Lying on the glass door, when he saw Song Pei and He Ling coming over, he was very excited, screaming.

But probably because he didn't know how to get in, and didn't push the door, he just lay on the glass, rolling his eyes and sticking out his tongue, shouting.

Song Pei touched the corners of the drawing board and sighed.

Oh, it seems that today's wound is inevitable.

The fingers without calluses are very tender, and when you rub along the edge of the board, the fingertips hurt, and there is a small cut.

Song Pei raised his hand and rubbed it on the stick, and rubbed it around.

Song Pei, who was very serious about rubbing, didn't look at Heling, and didn't see Heling's little movement of touching his waist.

After rubbing with the stick, the blood on his finger hadn't stopped yet. Thinking about it, Song Pei turned around and bent down, pulled Heling's hand and drew in his palm.

The painting is finished and the bleeding has stopped.

Song Pei pressed his fingers and said to He Ling, follow me later, don't run around, I can't protect you if you run around.

He Ling didn't speak, but looked down at his messy hand.

Song Pei handed the drawing board to He Ling, "Give me some."

Picked up with the bell.

He held the stick in his hand at the other end, and then grabbed Heling's wrist.

Song Pei went to open the door.

As soon as it was pulled open, the three or four robbers who were lying on the door poured in in piles, and they got up after a few times of arching.

Song Pei pulled He Ling back, pushed the door out, and ran out quickly.

The robbers still wanted to come over, but Song Pei moved his stick towards him and shook them, and they all hid back in a huff, not daring to come forward again.

He Ling looked up, his mouth was slightly open, a little surprised.

But in just a short while, she collected her emotions, pulled Song Pei out of the room with her backhand, and closed the door by the way.

The robbers didn't dare to come over, they were still hiding in the house.

It's terrible, this man's blood is poisonous.

Song Pei leaned on the stick, didn't stay any longer, and led He Ling to move forward.

He Ling spread out his hand that was smeared with blood before, and looked at it, there was something in his eyes and brain, he couldn't figure it out, but he knew the result, enough.

Holding hands together, Heling's peripheral vision slipped around Song Pei's body.

Who is this person?

Song Pei drew the map in his mind as he walked, zooming in and out again.

Fortunately, the quality of the map passed the test, and there was no pressure at all on the size of the street they were on.

After researching, um, the red dots are their current positions.The yellow dots should be the positions of those who robbed, and there are one or two scattered green dots, which should represent the people who were robbed, right?

Looking up and down, Song Pei saw a green dot moving all the time, but probably couldn't escape.

The lump of yellow dots in the front and the lump of yellow dots in the back are all robbed and cannot escape.

After writing down the route home, Song Pei turned off the map.

I'm sorry, green dots, I can't even save myself, sorry.

The two of them walked forward all the way, choosing roads with less yellow spots, and encountered two or three waves just like this.

Fortunately, relying on the previous blood can barely solve it.

Song Pei took a breath, no, it's a bit exhausting.

Resting on the stick, panted a few times, and took a deep breath.

Well, it's almost there, it's almost there, hold on.

Go on, we'll be there soon.

Straightening up, Song Pei was about to continue walking when Heling held hands, turned his head, and asked her what was wrong.

Without talking to Ling, he just looked at the side of the street.

Song Pei looked along.

pharmacy.

Song Pei sat on a stool with wheels, supported a stick and slid to a row of medicine cabinets.

I tore out a bag, and if I knew it or not, I would sweep a few boxes of each kind of medicine into the bag.

Well, be prepared.

After collecting the medicine, Song Pei opened his eyes inside, but He Ling didn't come out yet.

That child, as soon as he came in, he went straight to the innermost part, and he didn't know what to do, he was mysterious.

Sliding around on the tiles with a stool is no fun.

There are white flowers everywhere.

There is no other color.

Bored of waiting, Song Pei slid inside with a stick.

At the door of the inner door, He Ling just came out with some strange things in his hands.

Look, I don't understand.

Song Pei asked, "What are these?"

He Ling glanced at her appearance, didn't speak, and even pushed the person with the chair to a bright place.

Song Pei didn't understand what it was for, so he squatted down and spread out the contents of the bag.

Wash, apply medicine, bandage.

Three steps and one process, directly in place, extremely proficient.

After finishing the injury on her knee, Heling stood up and said, "Hand."

Song Pei blinked, the third word, it's so rare.

Stretching out her left hand, He Ling took a look at the small cut on her ring finger, cleaned it quickly, wrapped it in a band-aid, and finished the job.

Looking up, Song Pei was very satisfied.

It's ok, I didn't expect to pick up a treasure.

Taking advantage of her admiring the band-aid, Heling pulled her right hand over, squeezed her ring finger, sterilized it, and injected it.

Song Pei felt a pain in his fingertips, and looked down, okay, this one is bleeding himself again.

I don't know what's going on with this body, it's not easy to stop the bleeding, it will take a while.

So with just one needle eye, He Ling filled two small glass bottles.

Put on a cotton swab and let Song Pei press it by himself.

He Ling just squatted there and started to mess with the two small bottles, adding a little something in it at a time.

Song Pei just sat there watching with the eye of a needle, hey, I don't understand.

Today’s kids are so scary, they can do everything, it’s incredible.

After working for more than ten minutes, He Ling handed Song Pei a small bottle with a chain.

The bottle is still the small glass bottle, it's what's in the bottle, it's green.

Shaking, it's still moving, it's liquid.

Go to see He Ling, she also has one in her hand.

Song Pei stared at it and asked, "What is this?"

While hanging the thing around his neck, He Ling said to her, still cherishing the words like gold: "Hang it up. Don't let the blood out."

Oh.

Song Pei hung the thing around his neck.

A little curious.

She didn't expect this kid to think so much about her.

Originally, she didn't intend to let others know that her blood has this function.

Even if she wanted to save the world, it was still an obligation, so she shouldn't just be drained of blood by others.

And ah, her blood can also scare robbers, and it doesn't mean that they can completely change their ways.

Flicking the cotton swab into the trash can, Song Pei smiled at He Ling, "Go home."