Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

112-2

Xue Yu lowered his head to drink the porridge without saying a word. His current situation did not allow him to be picky.

It was good to have something to wear.

Lin Baiyue's mood was mixed with subtlety and complexity. Xue Yu was much more obedient than before, and would never talk back no matter what, but he did not get pleasure from it, which was very strange.

While thinking, Xue Yu put down the bowl with both hands: "I've finished drinking..."

He was not too full, but he thought that Lin Baiyue would probably not give him another bowl, and the value of the mushrooms had long been offset. He was not greedy, and whispered to Lin Baiyue: "I'll wash the dishes?"

Lin Baiyue didn't react for a moment: "What dishes to wash?"

Xue Yu said patiently: "This bowl, I used your bowl, I should wash it for you."

Lin Baiyue frowned. There is a topic circulating among the servants of Lanburg, asking: How lazy can the little prince be, and it can be roughly described in one sentence.

When walking on the road, his shoelaces came undone, and the little prince would rather wait for the servants who went shopping to come back to tie them for him, and would never bend down to tie them himself.

Such a person actually took the initiative to ask him to wash the dishes.

Lin Baiyue put his fingers on the table, his eyes unfathomable: "No need."

He stood up immediately, found a piece of clothing and gave it to Xue Yu: "Go change your sack, it hurts my eyes."

Xue Yu pinched the clothes he gave him, puzzled: "How come you have such small clothes?"

Lin Baiyue didn't want to explain, seeing him staring at him, he said: "I helped the owner of the clothing store move goods several times, and he sent several clothes at a time, and there were small sizes mixed in."

The texture of the clothes was not particularly good, but it was much better than the one Xue Yu was wearing. Not only was it close-fitting, but the matching pants were also suitable.

It also wouldn't slide down easily, and there was no need to tie the belt several times.

Xue Yu raised his cheeks and said thank you, and at Lin Baiyue's command, he went to the kitchen to change his clothes.

When he came out again, he looked much more comfortable, no longer like a small white radish in a sack.

The stitching of the fabric was very rough, and Xue Yu's cheeks were rubbed red when he took it off, but he didn't notice it at all. Holding Ning Yao's clothes, he walked two steps towards Lin Baiyue, and suddenly saw the bamboo hat on the wall.

He stopped, pointed at the wall, and asked in a low voice: "Can I exchange this bamboo hat with you? I can pick mushrooms as many times as you want."

Xue Yu had no silver coins on him, so he had to exchange mushrooms for anything he wanted.

And he wanted this bamboo hat for his own reasons.

So far, he has only come into contact with two hunters, and he hasn't seen the other three yet. If he meets them, they will definitely kill him like Ning Yao and Lin Baiyue did at first.

Xue Yu only has enough energy to deal with two people, and he doesn't want to meet others for the time being.

But the original owner's face is a walking wanted order. If he walks a few steps outside, he may meet his enemies. He must hide.

"It's up to you. It takes up space."

The function of the bamboo hat is to protect against wind and sun, which is not very useful for a man like Lin Baiyue.