Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Later, the devil girl did not leave.

This village is very different from her previous life.

Although there will be some gossip, but it's just a bit of parental innocence, and it won't hurt people completely, most of them are just laughed off.

Thinking about these years, she has always lived under the strange eyes of others. It is really rare to live such a relaxed and simple life like now.

Mo Niang no longer thinks about many things, perhaps because she is hovering on the brink of death, she takes everything lightly.

Now, after drying the fluffy and soft quilt and tidying up what needs to be done, she will roll up the blanket and sit in the small sunny yard, rocking to sleep.

She didn't want to go back, not because she wanted to escape, but simply fell in love with this otherworldly mountain village.

If there are no accidents, she will retire here...

Jing Boran didn't ask Mo Niang when she would leave. In the past, after he finished chopping firewood, the house was always empty when he came back. Now, no matter how late he comes back, he always has a bowl of hot porridge to drink.

However, what troubled him most was that he hadn't gotten a single chicken back yet.

Jing Boran thought about it, and slapped the bowl and chopsticks on the table: "I've decided, I'm going hunting!"

The witch turned her head and glanced at him.

Jing Boran was eager to try.

Mo Niang really didn't want to discourage the child's enthusiasm, so she curled her thin lips and said with a smile: "This is indeed a good idea."

Jing Boran sat up straight, his whole body shone with the brilliance of "Yes, yes!".

Mo Niang put down the white bowl she had washed in her hand, and coughed lightly without showing any traces: "However, first, you need a bow and arrow."

Jing Boran's body was a little slung, but it was fast!

His eyes lit up again: "I can go to Lao Zhang's house to borrow it, no, it's an exchange, if I exchange it with the bacon in my hand, he will always let me use it for one night, I will go now!"

Jing Boran ran faster than a rabbit, and before the Mo Niang could stop her, he rushed out.

After a while, Jing Boran brought back the bow and arrow, with an unconcealable joy on his face.

But, here comes the point!

He has never used a bow and arrow at all, how can he fiddle with this?

Jing Boran began to meditate on a bow and an arrow.

In the end, I decided to try the Lala I had seen before, but found that things that looked simple on the surface were actually very difficult to do.

The bow string made his thumb red, and none of the arrows he shot would hit, and I don't know if it was a problem with his technique, the arrows couldn't fly far at all.

In this case, how to fight pheasants?

Jing Boran drooped his shoulders, and his mood obviously fell to the bottom.

At this moment, a hand stretched out. The hand was as white as jade, with well-defined knuckles. It was slender and forcefully grasped the arrow in his palm. After taking it, it instantly filled the wooden bow.

Swish!

One Arrow Center!

Neat!

Not even extra noise!

Her posture is very standard, standard to handsome.

Looking from Jing Boran's direction, she could only see the dim light from the side of her face, as if it could flash a dazzling light.

"This bow is not very elastic, I will tighten it later." The devil girl smiled lightly and said, "We still need a few wooden arrows. Since we are going to hunt, we should bring back some new year's goods. One arrow is not enough, at least It takes twenty."

Jing Boran nodded while listening, the little stars in those eyes never stopped.

It is normal for a woman to read a lot, but there are very few who are so capable in literature and martial arts, and are not proud of themselves in front of others.

Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person.

Jing Boran glanced at Mo Niang again, without saying anything, took the dry branch from Mo Niang's hand, removed the tail and left the tip, and after a while, twenty wooden arrows were ready.

Although these wooden arrows are not as good as the elites in the barracks, they are enough for Mo Niang. Her archery skill was the best in the entire capital, so it is no problem to shoot some pheasants.

Twenty arrows brought back eleven pheasants, six rabbits, and three wild boars.

When hunting wild boars, Mo Niang felt the best. If I use the current words to describe it, it would be a headshot.

Later, she was also tired, so she shot a few rabbits, and the rabbits reacted slowly.

She didn't shoot them dead, though.

Of course, she's not out of kindness or anything.

She has lived to this day and has experienced so much that she has long forgotten what a good person should do.

The main reason why she didn't shoot those rabbits to death was because she was afraid that if she moved those rabbits again, Jing Boran would cry for her...

Jing Boran: ...

"These chickens are enough to eat. We can raise these rabbits first, just feed them a little grass." Jing Boran seriously reduced the troubles caused by the rabbits. For some reason, he thought she was someone who didn't like trouble. people.

Mo Niang can also think about it: "Let them give birth to more rabbits in the coming year, and it will be convenient to eat."

Jing Boran: ...

The thoughts of two people are not on the same plane, but this will not affect the relationship between the two people.

Mo Niang divided the hunted animals one by one, kept five chickens for herself, and gave the rest of the chickens to the neighbors.

In fact, there are only a few families in this mountain, and Aunt Li's share was given by Mo Niang herself. She smiled at the corner of her mouth, but her eyes were cold, which forced Aunt Li to be afraid of this person from the bottom of her heart.

In the end there were three wild boars left.

Don't underestimate these wild boars, one can be sold for a lot of silver.

The New Year is approaching, and the wild boars hunted by Jing Boran are fresh, so the price is affordable.

Naturally, there were many people who bought them. Jing Boran took the three pigs to the city, and when they got out of the car, they were all robbed.

When he came back, he handed all the money to Mo Niang.

Mo Niang didn't pick it up and let him keep it.

Jing Boran said "Oh..." and he really stayed, but he stayed by Mo Niang's hand.

The Mo Niang watched him start tidying up the bacon and roast chicken, and she didn't push the money back and forth, and asked casually, "What are you packing so many things for?"

Jing Boran smiled with a clean face: "I'm going to deliver New Year's goods to my brother."

"You still have a younger brother?" It's no wonder that Mo Niang has doubts. Looking from left to right, these two thatched cottages don't look like other people live there, and she knows everyone in the village, and she hasn't heard of which one is his brother.

When Jing Boran talked about his younger brother, his eyes would light up: "He lives in the capital now, do you know that this year's No. [-] is my younger brother!"

"Oh?" Mo Niang paused while holding the porcelain cup. My younger brother was ranked second, but my elder brother lived in a thatched cottage and ate dried sweet potatoes.

Oh, this is interesting...

Jing Boran opened his mouth, as if thinking of something, he said again: "Why don't you go to the capital with me?"

A message to readers: No more updates today, I want to be with my family. (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, my dears, Ann.)