"En, it's just right if it's not light or salty, it's worthy of me, even the most humble conditions can make it delicious." After tasting the vegetable soup in the pot, Zhuang Xiaoyuan showed a satisfied expression on his face, and he was in a good mood and teased himself.

"Bump" Just when Zhuang Xiaoyuan was enjoying his own cooking, the broken wooden door hanging at the door was kicked away, and only half of the wooden door was originally left flying over Zhuang Xiaoyuan's head and hitting the wall heavily, leaving a big hole.

"My lord, it's her, the three of us fainted with a wave of her hand, and she is definitely an evil magical girl." The first to rush in were the three people who had been knocked unconscious and robbed by Zhuang Xiaoyuan before, and at this time, there were still red marks on their cheeks, and they pointed at Zhuang Xiaoyuan excitedly and said to a tall young woman behind them.

He looked up at Zhuang Xiaoyuan, who looked at him as if he had nothing to do, as if he didn't see a few of them, and tasted the vegetable soup in the pot by himself, and there was a fragrance in the air that made people appetizing.

Frowning slightly, looking at Zhuang Xiaoyuan's eyes, there was inevitably a hint of suspicion, the young woman took out a black disc from her arms, and a small pointer in the middle of the disc rotated back and forth disorderly, as if it was broken.

"She's not." Although I was very puzzled by Zhuang Xiaoyuan's calmness in my heart, the magic girl's magic detection pointer would never be wrong, especially at such a close distance. Glancing coldly at the three people who lied, the young woman put away the disc in her hand and turned away directly.

"......" The three informant men looked at each other, turned around and took a flustered step, and wanted to leave.

"Broke my door and punched a hole in my wall, do you want to leave like that?" Drinking the vegetable soup with the only wooden spoon into his stomach, Zhuang Xiaoyuan's crisp voice sounded. The three men froze in place.

"Well, we don't have any money on us anymore." With a sad face, the bearded man, who was the eldest of the three, turned his head.

"I will not embarrass you, but fix the door for me, and you will be able to leave." A faint thought flashed in his eyes, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan casually gave them a way to compensate.

The person from the Witch Church always felt that it was not so simple, the last time she looked at me just now. If it was really what was guessed, these three people were probably ......

The fire under the iron pot gradually extinguished, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan had no intention of lighting it again, but began to rummage in the faint sparks. Pushing away the charcoal above, an oval-shaped steaming object was flipped out of the thick ash heap.

His eyes narrowed slightly happily, and the corners of Zhuang Xiaoyuan's mouth had a hint of pleasant curvature, and he was not afraid of getting dirty, so he reached out and picked it up. As Zhuang Xiaoyuan grabbed both ends with both hands and broke it open, the white heat rose, and a faint fragrance spread into his nose.

Zhuang Xiaoyuan's eyes lit up slightly, and he opened his mouth and took a bite. Soft and fluffy with a hint of sweetness. That's the taste. Sure enough, sweet potatoes are best when they are roasted in the ash heap. You can't find such a primitive stove in Central College.

One bite at a time, the whole sweet potato was eaten by Zhuang Xiaoyuan into his stomach. Touching his stomach, which was already a little overwhelmed, Zhuang Xiaoyuan looked at the three people who were still trying to repair his door. If the guess is correct, these three people should not see each other again.

Although it is a little unbearable, Zhuang Xiaoyuan will not act irrationally for them, she is not a virgin. She will not sacrifice herself to save others, and she is not a hero. She is just a slightly special ordinary person, a soldier who has received military education and grew up, a soldier is not a virgin nor a hero, and she is just a group of ordinary people with self-standards.

What's more, these three people are not good people, they originally wanted to catch Zhuang Xiaoyuan and sell them, looking at their actions at that time, it was obviously not the first time. How much blood and tears have accumulated on the hands of such traffickers?

"Hey, find a pot by yourself after repairing the door, and eat my vegetable soup. I'm going to rest, don't bother me. Shouting to the three people who were repairing the door, Zhuang Xiaoyuan turned around and jumped onto the only wooden bed in the room. Think of it as my self-satisfaction, and I hope that your last journey will be happy.

The night passed quietly, and Zhuang Xiaoyuan opened his eyes from his light sleep, and what he saw was a glimmer of morning sunlight shining in from the holes in the wall. The room was still empty, and the broken wooden door had been repaired, though it was still only half as before. The iron pot that was originally full of vegetable soup was empty, and it was indeed poured away by the three people.

Turning over and getting out of bed, Zhuang Xiaoyuan took off the iron pot and took it outside to wash it, came back and lit the fire and began to boil water.

"Alas, those three people are really hopeless." Retracting his hands from the vegetable bag, the last trace of guilt in Zhuang Xiaoyuan's heart disappeared directly.

Some of the remaining vegetables from the vegetable soup made yesterday were also missing, and it seemed that they were taken away by the three people. Fortunately, only half of the vegetables were placed here, and the rest of the ingredients were placed by Zhuang Xiaoyuan next to the bed. Those three people didn't dare to risk being beaten again, and they didn't dare to take these vegetables because they would take them.

I took a few sweet potatoes out of the bag next to the bed and stuffed them directly into the fire, and it would have been delicious to cut them into pieces and cook them if there was boiling water, but there was nothing in this humble house that could be used as knives, so I had to continue to use roasted ones.

Just when Zhuang Xiaoyuan was boredly waiting for the sweet potatoes to ripen, while guessing the purpose of the Witch Church, whether the magical girls in this world were really evil or just framed for a temporary unsolvable question, the light in the room suddenly dimmed and returned to its original state. A black-and-white creature emerged from the newly opened hole last night.

It was a strange-looking rabbit, apparently recognized only by the pair of rabbit ears on top of her head and her four small short legs. But unlike ordinary rabbits, the color of this rabbit is black and white, not black and white of spots, but black on the left and white on the right. In addition, the long squirrel tail that she dragged behind her back that was not at all what a rabbit should have also become a distinctive distinguishing feature.

At this time, the rabbit was covered in wounds, and after jumping through the hole, it lay on the ground and did not move. This scene is a little familiar. It's a strong sense of déjà vu.

"Well, won't you help me?" It was probably the long silence that made the rabbit a little embarrassed, she raised her red eyes to look at Zhuang Xiaoyuan, the rabbit's three-petal mouth opened and closed slightly, and spoke human language.

Extinguishing the flames under the stove, Zhuang Xiaoyuan took out a sweet potato from it and broke it open and took a bite, completely ignoring her meaning. Kewpie must die. (To be continued.) Fupin Chinese