Little Cute Survival Guide [Comprehensive English and American]

However, within five hours, Sixteen, the bravest warrior of the Slender West Lake, began to regret this decision.

Because the originally stupid and obedient wounded knight, he, he, he, he, he woke up, and he was super fierce!Super fierce!

The sky had just dawned, and Xiao Naixiu had an expression of three consecutive qualities on her face, and yawned a little under her two dark circles, her little head was a little bit unable to wake up.

The thunderstorm stopped in the middle of the night, and Sixteen hadn't had much rest for two days in a row. He was sleepy and tired, and wanted to call Jason to watch the night, but seeing the handsome profile of the wounded knight while sleeping... Anyway, Ah Sixteen slept for a while.

After about another cup of tea, Xiao Naixiu kept a dazed expression of "Where is this?", obediently got up from the bamboo raft, and began to clean up herself and the wounded without complaint—after two consecutive days of running around, she Both Jason and Jason's pink dresses became dirty and uncomfortable to wear.

Sixteen poured a little water from the water bag, moistened the handkerchief and wiped his eyes, then squatted down willingly to wipe the face of the wounded who had just woken up.

The wounded man opened his eyes, the wounded man didn't look right.

Sixteen looked blankly into his dark green, wolf-like eyes, and before he realized what was wrong, he was grabbed by his slender and fragile wrist.

Sixteen held up the small handkerchief blankly, his little mind went blank: Huh?How fat four, said softly: "Huh?"

Jason had just woken up and couldn't tell what situation he was in or who was around him. The moment he noticed someone approaching, he made a move, and the force he used was obviously not light, and Sixteen's wrist was instantly bruised.

The sixteenth, who was belatedly aware of it, exchanged a glance with him.

The sixteenth bristled with horror, his heart turned into a cry of famous paintings, and he shouted with a terrified face: ahhhhhhh what the hell!Ah Fifteen is so scary!

Unlike the numb nerves and being manipulated by others at the end of the battle, Jason's eyesight is extremely sharp when he wakes up, and he is more rebellious and aggressive than when he was in a coma.

Sixteen couldn't help but gasped, and was so frightened by his wolf-like green eyes that he hiccupped on the spot!

... Did I, did I save an extreme demon?

The unresponsive little Naixiu forcibly calmed down, but someone grabbed her wrist and shook her into a sieve: "Hero, are you awake?"

Waking up is waking up, but the consciousness seems to be unclear, and it seems to be still trapped in a certain unbearable memory.

His expression is irritable and cold, and the dark green pupils are shining with angry fire, like a lion who has been offended by a hunter, or a wolf who has nowhere to go.

Fierce and handsome, the Sixteen loves and fears him at the same time.

After ten minutes of stalemate like this, the other party's expression finally calmed down from fierceness, and Sixteen's wrist was numb from his grip, and the edge was so painful that it was a little purple.

Sleepy and hungry Sixteen: "?????"

Sixteen didn't sleep much for two consecutive nights, and the next day he had to take care of the wounded, and had to be pinched by his kindness. Sixteen's mentality collapsed, and he turned into a fuzzy puffer fish.

The little Nai Xiuxiu was born from the guts, her eyes were a little red with grievances, and she yelled at him tremblingly: "What are you doing! I am your savior, why are you so fierce!"

The contrast between the sober wolf and the silly wounded was too obvious. The tip of the little girl's nose was sour, and the circles of her eyes were completely red. It felt like her patient was a different person.

She was fierce and frightened, but fortunately, this super-loud roar that was cowardly and confident brought Jason back to his senses.

He was tortured by the clown until he was mentally numb, almost lost his sense of pain, and had very little sanity left. After his resurrection, he was in a daze and acted entirely on instinct. It seemed that this little girl had saved him and helped him regain his sanity.

Jason, whose body was supported by three sixteenths, moved his dry eyes, barely suppressed the intense emotion surging in his chest, and let go of his small arms that looked like white lotus knots.

He found that his body was full of strength, the previous dark wounds were completely removed, and he was still wearing a tender pink dress. How could this be...In an instant, countless complex emotions and information surged into Jason's mind.

Thinking of the resurrection of Lazarus Pond, and the two days of getting along with the little girl, Jason finally cleared up his thoughts.

Then his eyes fell on Sixteen—the little girl like a milk cat, dirty all over, posing no threat to him at all, now she finally mustered up the courage, and her childish appearance with fangs and claws was more like a little girl. Milk cat.

Seen by him, Ah Sixteen couldn't help taking a step back.

There's no way, even the face control can't save Sixteen's impression of Jason. This is not an extreme demon from the Valley of the Wicked, so Sixteen immediately stood on his head and wrote Li Yewen's update!

Jason didn't know that his impression score had fallen to the bottom, his face was as pale as snow, and every time he uttered a word, it seemed like a tongue of fire rolled towards Sixteen's ears with a heat wave: "You Who is it?"

His voice was rough and hoarse, as if some old parts were rubbing, and it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Sixteen's peachy eyes widened, even his eyelashes were wet from fright, and he said tremblingly, "Why are you so fierce!"

Jason raised his eyelids and glanced at her, and found that the little girl was crying while sniffling, her pupils narrowed due to excessive fear, and she was probably scared out of her mind by him.

Jason: "..." The veins on his forehead twitched violently.

He was upset at the moment, with too much information hitting his mind, which made him unable to maintain normal thinking, and he couldn't say anything to comfort this weak little girl.

He still remembered the pain and despair he felt when he jumped out of the Shadow Alliance window after his resurrection, and naturally he also remembered the little girl who caught a glimpse when his consciousness was blurred.

The exquisite glass lamp emitted a soft light. Under the warm light, Jason didn't even look so fierce. He closed his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled twice.

Then he asked stiffly, "What's your name?"

His injuries were serious, almost certain death for ordinary humans, but Sixteen rescued him from the dark river, and took care of him in caves and dense forests for another two nights.

Jason couldn't treat her as an irrelevant person, and his attitude towards any girl would not be bad, even if he didn't say the favor of saving his life. He was only violent towards criminals.

The little Naixiu, who had returned to her senses, was persuaded again: "I, I haven't reached Ji yet, I only have a nickname, Sixteen, you can call me that, and... I saved you, so don't take revenge for your kindness." , or I will write your script."

This is one of the little girl's means of revenge. For example, little beggar Luo Duoduo, the little beggar Luo who adores her the most has already been alone in her scriptures 610 three times.

Jason responded in a low voice. His thick eyelashes drooped, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

He already noticed that Sixteen's Qixiu school uniform looked familiar. Such a style of dress was rare, and it looked a bit like the Qixiu mentioned by Ruan Ruan. In addition, Sixteen's ability to take things out of thin air these two days , the brilliance of the Sakura Drunken Swords, he can basically confirm the identity of Sixteen.

However, Xiao Naixiu didn't know that she fell off the horse as soon as they met. She was sad for less than two seconds, and her attention was attracted by Jason's handsome side face--face control is really terrible.

But he's so pretty when he's meditating, even if he's wearing a pink dress and wandering in the wild, he exudes the charm of a strange, down-and-out man.

Sixteen summed it up: This is a kind of aesthetic feeling that belongs only to the strong in distress, and can inadvertently capture the feelings of those who have not experienced the world deeply. Almost all the plots in the scriptures in which beauties save heroes are written in this way, and the routines are all Same.

Yan Kong's little Naixiu couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Maybe it's because she didn't hide well, Jason, who was being spied on, raised his eyes suddenly, and rushed over with a fierce breath, Jason, who had changed his temperament after being resurrected from Lazarus Pool, frowned, not very polite Said: "What are you looking at?"

Sixteen, the king of strong mouths, was tearing up, almost hiccupped by him, and didn't dare to look at him anymore.

In fact, she was almost getting used to Jason, who was unconscious for the past two days but treated her well. She was suddenly attacked by him. She didn't know what to say for a while, feeling aggrieved and sad, and complained in a trembling whisper: "Bad guy, wake up!" Just bully me..."

She bit her lower lip and rubbed her sore wrist unconsciously. The blood was loosened a little, making her look even more frightening.

Jason rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, feeling a little guilty that he had hit too hard at that time, but he really didn't know how to coax a crying little girl, so he could only ask stiffly, "Does it hurt?"

The Sixteenth glanced belatedly: "..."

Xiao Naixiu hugged her sore wrist, her mind was full of quality three companies, she looked at the culprit in disbelief, and screamed like a groundhog: "Ah!!!"

In the next second, those lovely peach blossom eyes began to drop golden peas, and the little girl broke down and said, "It's all purple! Are you a devil? I want to curse you for being single!"

The grievances erupted all over the place. These two days were simply the worst days for Sixteen to be brought back to Xiufanghou. Gray Wolf, the rest is all about roaring!

The culprit, Jason: "..." How can this be coaxed.

His mind was still buzzing in a mess, he was hurting and numb, but he pulled himself together and stretched out a hand to Little Naixiu tentatively: "Come here, I'll rub your bruise."

The little girl sniffed, tears were still hanging on her fair cheeks, even though she was hurt by him just now, she obediently handed over her wrist trustingly.

Under the girl's fair skin were light blue blood vessels, as fragile as oriental porcelain that could be broken when pinched, her wrists were bruised like lotus root joints, and the edges had already turned purple.

Jason held her wrist lightly, and after rubbing it, he heard the little girl hiss in pain. He even found a few blisters on the little guy's soft palm.

Thinking back, it was probably worn by the ribbon when pulling the bamboo raft. It was not broken and no medicine was applied. It must have been hot and painful.

He ordered without looking up: "Give me the needle."

Sixteen didn't know what he was going to do, and didn't dare to ask. Jason ordered her to move, obediently handed the sewing box to the super fierce wolf, and asked her to do what she wanted.

Then she found that Jason gently popped the blisters in her palms, and tore a piece of cloth to bandage her wounds—there was no disinfection, but that was all he could do. Sixteen's palms were worn out. It is more prone to inflammation if it comes into direct contact with unclean objects.

Although Jason didn't intend to use this little trick to soften the little girl, and he didn't think it was any kind of compensation, but he suddenly stopped being fierce. Sixteen thought he was stupid again, so he couldn't help but asked cautiously: "One plus How much is one equal to?"

Jason looked at her expressionlessly: "..."

Equal to you.

Without getting an answer, Sixteen tentatively stretched out a finger, and lightly poked the young man's strong shoulder.

She still remembered the feat of poking down the wounded with one finger last time, she deliberately lightened the force, the force she used would not be heavier than a butterfly landing on it, her peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, like a bird eager to try and get skinned Little milk cat.

Jason looked at her motionless, and found strangely that he could understand the meaning of this silly cat, absolutely.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he said helplessly and speechlessly: "Two."

The milk cat froze for a moment, and obediently retracted its little paw.

If you are not stupid, you should have said it earlier!