The cannon fodder owner dressed as the King of the Merman [Transmigration Book]

The next day, Yulin Mountain was covered with overcast clouds, and it was already dawn, but the house was completely dark.

Shen Fuqiao sat up with his body propped up, his headache was splitting, and he couldn't remember how he got back to the couch.

The inner shirt was also changed, but the hidden belt on the side was not tied, and the thin brocade quilt was folded twice, and it lay quietly around his waist.

And the blood-stained body was casually thrown on the ground.

In addition, when he left the bedroom door, he subconsciously glanced at the bathroom, only to find that the door had been tightly closed, and he could not see a trace of the interior from the outside.

Shen Fuqiao tried to recall, but everything seemed to be separated by a layer of gray shadows last night, and suddenly sank to the bottom of the water when it was about to be seen.

I can't remember it at all.

He had no choice but to press the space between his eyebrows and put this matter aside for the time being.

After washing up as usual, it's time to prepare breakfast and life-sustaining medicine.Shen Fuqiao poured the indica rice into the earthen pot, added some dried red dates bought in the town and boiled it together, cut up some potatoes and carrots, and simply made potato shreds and carrot crisps.

Shen Fuqiao has always felt that boiling medicine is much easier than cooking. He didn't like cooking before, he found it troublesome, and since his grandfather passed away, he was the only one left in the family, so there was really no need to cook much.

But since coming here... he cooks almost every meal, and subconsciously cooks in different ways.

It was to make Ning Yu happy.

Shen Fuqiao smiled silently, thinking of the silly fish in the bathroom, his heart felt sore again.

I hope his elder brother Ayuan treats him better than himself.

After he cooked the dishes, he went to the herb basket to pick up the herbs and boil them. The mountains are lush with plants and herbs are available. He seldom goes to the town to dispense medicines on weekdays.

But today there is something wrong with the purple black vine.

An indispensable medicinal material for this prescription.

Blessings come without pairs, and misfortunes never come singly, especially in Shen Fuqiao.

But the medicine cannot be stopped easily, otherwise his current physical condition would not be able to bear the withdrawal reaction at all.

He had no choice but to drag his sick body up the mountain again, but the main reason was that purple black vines were actually not easy to find. He was also surprised to find so many in the past. It was all due to luck, but today's luck was extremely bad. Can you still find it.

Thinking of this, Shen Fuqiao was stunned for a moment.

When did he become so obsessed with living in the world?

It doesn't matter if you find it or you can't find it, just try your best... After sending Ning Yu back, he has nothing to do.

He had already had enough of this boring and cruel world.

...

Today, the wind outside the house was strong, and the clouds were not blown away, but the fallen leaves all over the mountain were blown everywhere.

The pines by the river are still green, and the aspens are already swaying in clusters of bright yellow. Fat autumn birds stand motionless on the tips, fluttering their feathers crookedly when the wind blows.

Shen Fuqiao stood on the hill for a while, his eyes were fixed on the wooden house halfway up the mountain, his expression was unclear.

It's just that the long hair that was slightly raised revealed a little melancholy, and it fell down silently after wiping the sky-blue outer shirt.

However, in the valley bushes where the purple black vine was picked a few days ago, there are now dense plants growing again. Shen Fuqiao can't say how happy it is, but just feels miraculous.

The growth cycle of purple vine is very long, especially the root, and it cannot be harvested within a few years.

But these herbs grow so fast in the mountains, Shen Fuqiao would not even be able to imagine it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

He didn't make any fuss, just picked some vines and put them in the back basket, and picked some fresh mushrooms that grew wildly after the rain along the way, and took them back after confirming that they were non-toxic.

It just so happened that the ingredients at home were getting tired of eating, and Ning Yu hadn't eaten mushrooms since he came here, so he could kill a chicken and make some soup for him later.

Shen Fuqiao went down the mountain while thinking about it. Going up the mountain and entering the valley has actually consumed most of his physical strength, so that every step he takes now feels like he is stepping on the clouds, and he can't step on the ground. Cold sweat gradually forms on his forehead It popped out, and the internal organs began to wring and hurt.

He endured the pain by force, walked for a while and rested for a while, thinking that there was still a silly fish waiting for him to serve at home, he braced himself up and walked step by step.His unbearable panting resounded in the quiet mountain. His face had lost all color, and now it was even more ghastly pale, as if he would die in the next second.

Perhaps the sky is merciful, the journey is not too long.

As soon as Shen Fuqiao reached the door, he fell down heavily. He leaned against the door and managed to calm down for a while. After the pain in his internal organs gradually subsided, he was in a daze for a while.

He could even see the end of his own life, where a holy and gentle white light shone in the endlessly passing life.

He will die soon.

As if he had just realized this, Shen Fuqiao frowned and closed his eyes in extreme pain, a choked sigh murmured from his sore throat, cold sweat soaked into his temples, and a bit of cool bitterness passed through.

Ah Ning...

Aning.

I don't know how long it took before Shen Fuqiao struggled to get up from the ground, his body was still very uncomfortable, but it was much better than before.

He washed the purple vine and put it into the medicine pot together with other medicinal materials, added some firewood to start a fire in the stove, took advantage of the boiling time, added some rock sugar to the rice porridge with red dates and indica, boiled it for a while, and then filled a bowl full, Served with a large plate of potato shreds and a few crispy carrots, put them on a wooden tray and prepare to send them to Ning Yu.

After the medicinal soup boiled, Shen Fuqiao took out some firewood and let Xiaohuo boil it slowly.

Ning Yu was extraordinarily peaceful today, and he never said a word. Could it be that he hasn't woken up yet?

Shen Fuqiao thought that he might see a sleepy-eyed silly fish later, a faint pale smile appeared on his lips.

"Ning Yu, are you awake?"

He knocked on the door politely, with a gentle tone.

"I made some sweet porridge, and if I wake up, I'll eat some porridge... Are you awake?"

There was no sound from inside the door, and Shen Fuqiao had to suspect that Ning Yu was playing a prank on him again, and his voice sank involuntarily.

"Ning Yu... don't mess around, if you don't eat, I'll take it away."

"I'll tell you one last time."

Shen Fuqiao couldn't bear this frightening silence, he pursed his lips sullenly, and finally fell on Ning Yue's hook in despair.

If Ning Yu didn't sleep, but looked at him with his head propped up in the bathtub, he would definitely let him know what is dangerous in the world.

Shen Fuqiao thought bitterly, but the scene in front of him when he opened the door made him pale.

Shark beads were scattered all over the bathroom, the bathtub was overturned, and there seemed to be water marks of shark tails struggling and turning on the ground, but the silly fish that should have been waiting for him to feed temporarily in the bathtub were nowhere to be seen.

There was a buzzing sound in Shen Fuqiao's mind, his temples twitched, and the string of reason was snapped. He looked down at the mess in front of him, and a sudden sense of distortion almost made him want to die.

"...A Ning?" He called out in a daze, but what responded to him was a slight and desolate echo from the bathroom.

Ning Yu disappeared.

"Aning!!!"

Shen Fuqiao no longer cared about any hypocritical restraint, no longer wanted to care about any established plot, he frantically searched around the house, but no matter how much he yelled, even his brain was suddenly congested with blood, the ending was still the same. is nothing.

The water is still wet...it must not have gone far...

Where will you go?Who will take him away?Ning Yuan?No... If it was Ning Yuan, he would not have struggled so much, and would have followed him obediently... Who the hell?Could it be the original owner?Shen Lan is not dead... Do you want to scrape his scales and tighten his tendons?

Shen Fuqiao didn't dare to think any more, he rushed out the door in a daze, and stood at the door but didn't know where to go.

waste.

A deep sense of powerlessness weighed on Shen Fuqiao's heart, making him almost breathless, his vision was already blurred, and his heartbeat was so violent that it was about to twitch.

Where is Aning...?

There was a strong wind in Yulin Mountain, and even the tides of the river surged up. Thousands of valleys and forests rustled, and the mournful cries of old crows echoed endlessly in the sky.

The Shenfu Bridge was painfully hit by the sudden rainstorm, his clothes were soon soaked, and the cold wind blew through the biting autumn cold, but he didn't seem to notice it, his scarlet eyes were filled with a daze the void.

He lost Ning Yue.

"what!!!"

Shen Fuqiao's eyeballs turned numbly, and the sharp cry of pain pierced through the rain curtain and wind curtain, and pierced his heart full of holes.

Ning Yue broke his voice.

He struggled to distinguish the direction from which the sound came from, stumbled and ran down the mountain road, ignoring the dangerous road conditions and his sick body, he rushed towards the rock on the river beach.

"Aning!!!"

"elder brother!"

Ning Yu was tied to the reef by blood sea vines, and the sharp thorns pierced deeply into his thin upper body. The scarlet merman blood mixed with rainwater dripped down, and the blue merman's tail hung weakly on the cobblestones. .

His face was also pale as paper, but the look of annoyance flashed past.He pursed his lips tightly, looking at Shen Fuqiao who was running desperately all the way, his mood that he was sure of winning fell to the bottom of the valley.

Damn it, why is it raining at this time?

Standing beside him were several tortoise shells that had transformed into forms. They were all followers of his previous life. They followed the unique signs of the clan to find them a few days ago, and they just connected with him yesterday.

Because of the terrible weather, his eyes were obviously sullen, but his heart was aching, but he had to shoot the arrow, otherwise they would both be drenched in the rain, and Shen Fuqiao would still send him away.

While protecting the floating bridge down the mountain with his demon power, he winked at the tortoise beside him, signaling him to make a quick decision.

The tortoise shell understood clearly, and nodded to show that it was on him.

When Shen Fuqiao approached, he took a closer look at the man who was likely to become the Lord's wife, cleared his throat, and shouted tremblingly: "You! What are you doing?!"

Shen Fuqiao ignored him, and fixed his eyes on Ning Yue's body that was stabbed by vines and his dim blue eyes. At that moment, he realized in a daze what it was like to feel like a knife was piercing his heart.

The author has something to say: Ning Yu: Husband drinks ginger soup, don't catch a cold.

Shen Fuqiao: mua~Thank you wife~

Sweet next chapter! !

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