It was really disliked! Luo Xiaole bit her lip, and she knew that she was too useless, and the injury to her benefactor in front of her was worsened. She looked at Chu Shaoyi with an indifferent face and felt guilty, especially when she looked at him a little pale

Luo Xiaole felt even more guilty with his face.

"Then I'll wash the clothes." Seeing Chu Shaoyi's clothes stained with blood on the bed, Luo Xiaole spoke quickly. Without waiting for his answer, he immediately hugged Chu Shaoyi's clothes and ran out the door with a thumping thump.

When he went out, he was afraid that he would be rejected by Chu Shaoyi if he was a little late, for fear that he would see that he was a useless look in his eyes.

The injury was too severe, and Chu Shao could only maintain his coldness in his face at this moment. His whole body was depressed and he had swallowed all the pills he carried with him. Listening to the sound of water coming from outside the room, he thought of Luo Xiaole

That uneasy and guilty look seemed to cry as long as she scolded her.

This was the first time Chu Shao met such a cowardly girl's house. His uneasy eyes and his big eyes looked at him like a frightened little rabbit.

After washing the clothes quickly and drying them, Luo Xiaole looked at the porridge with only a handful of rice in the pot, and his little face was ashamed to the point of being almost lowered into the pot. If it weren't for saving himself, his benefactor might have returned to the city.

If you are inside, you will not be imprisoned in this place, and you will not even be full.

Luo Xiaole tried hard to put all the rice boiled at the bottom of the pot into a bowl, but after all, there was only a small handful of rice, and the porridge in the bowl was still vague to look at it as a mirror.

Holding the bowl, Luo Xiaole frowned and was about to tie the knot, and she spoke timidly and uneasy: "You can eat... and drink porridge." If you really can't say the word "eat", Luo Xiaole could only serve this bowl of porridge.

Come here, as for the pot, it can't be considered porridge, it can only be considered rice soup.

Luo Xiaole is lucky. After escaping, he happened to meet Chu Shaoyi. Relatively speaking, even if Chu Shaoyi was in trouble, he was already seriously injured, but in order to save Luo Xiaole, he drove his spiritual power again, causing damage to his meridians.

, I also suffered from excessive blood loss, and my injuries were even worse.

Although both of them escaped, they were finally caught by the people from Dakou Village. This is because Luo Xiaole is a fifth-grade pharmacist and Chu Shao also looks extraordinary in his identity, so the people from Dakou Village just took them.

He grabbed it and even gave them two handfuls of Chen Mi every day as food, otherwise other people who had no use value would be dropped directly.

Chu Shao also looked at the porridge in his bowl that could be regarded as a mirror, and then looked at the bowl in Luo Xiaole's hand, and there was only one bowl of rice soup left. It seemed that she had put all the rice in the pot for herself.

For a moment, the string in Chu Shaoyi's heart was slightly tugged.

"I'll eat first." I was afraid that Chu Shao would also pour some porridge in his bowl for him. Luo Xiaole spoke quickly and quickly lowered his head and drank a bowl of rice soup. He drank too quickly.

He choked, and Luo Xiaole kept slapping his chest. His originally round little face turned red and tears came out.
Chapter completed!