Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

110-2

Xue Yu was only wearing a thin piece of clothing. After listening to the system's reading, sweat broke out on his back.

The system was just stating the plot and did not deliberately intimidate him.

But because this opening was too dangerous for him, he was scared.

Xue Yu pinched the hem of his clothes and looked towards the kitchen tremblingly. At this time, Ning Yao was concentrating on sharpening the knife and didn't notice that he woke up.

He hurriedly asked the system to save a file here, and began to think about how to avoid the upcoming murder.

The original owner made Ning Yao a slave without personality. Ning Yao should hate him very much and would not let him go easily. What should he do...

Is there any way to restore his favorability and make Ning Yao give up the idea of ​​killing him temporarily?

Xue Yu was visibly flustered. He clutched the scratchy quilt, held his breath, and looked around the house. Finally, his eyes stopped on the table, where there were fresh mushrooms in a basket.

Ning Yao spent twenty minutes sharpening the knife to an extremely sharp edge.

In fact, he didn't even need to sharpen the knife. In the past six months, he had killed many calves and rabbits. His strength had made a qualitative leap compared to before. It was more than enough to use his hands and feet to deal with a stunted little prince.

Ning Yao glanced at the knife and closed his eyes for a while, as if laughing at his wasted efforts.

But it was safer to have a weapon. Ning Yao walked out of the kitchen with a knife, and when his eyes turned to the empty earthen bed, he suddenly paused.

His face quickly became gloomy, and there seemed to be raindrops in his eyes. Without hesitation, he turned around and walked out of the house.

That person didn't like sports, so even if he ran, he couldn't run far.

Ning Yao stepped out of the door with an indifferent expression, guessing in his heart which way Xue Yu might run.

He saw Xue Yu on the way to hunting in the morning. There was a horse there. From the color of its coat, it could be seen that it was a horse of the royal family. If Xue Yu wanted to get the horse back and escape, he would most likely go to the right.

No, when he brought Xue Yu back, he was in a coma all the way and it was impossible for him to know the way.

Ning Yao was annoyed and was about to step out of the door when he suddenly heard a clear sound. He frowned and strode towards the place where the sound came from.

He saw Xue Yu, who he thought had escaped, in the backyard.

The man half-knelt and scooped water from the wooden barrel with an iron bowl, and then soaked the mushrooms in the basket in the water, slowly rubbing the rough caps, rubbing them, and then dipping them in the water again to carefully check them.

The well water was cold in autumn, and Xue Yu's body was precious. After touching the water a few times, his slender fingertips turned red.

As if hearing footsteps, Xue Yu raised his head that was almost buried in his knees. He looked at the handsome man and asked in a low voice: "Are you done?"

Ning Yao did not answer, but looked at the things in his hand.

Xue Yu held a clean mushroom and explained weakly: "This is, I saw you were boiling water in the kitchen, maybe you were going to make mushroom soup, so I washed it first..."