Sang Tianjiao girl is a little sweet

Chapter 693 I Want Your Life!

Wu Yao was riding the carriage, looking at the people who couldn't get to the village or shop around, if he didn't find a place to shelter from the rain, it would be difficult for him to move forward with the carriage.

The rain curtain was so thick that it completely blocked the road ahead. It was very dangerous to drive in such weather.

"No demon, find a place to shelter from the rain." Yue Xia said coldly.

"Yes." After Wu Yao finished answering, he looked around and saw that there seemed to be a house not far away, so he drove over.

The carriage gradually approached, only then did Wu Yao realize that the so-called house was just a ruined temple, and said: "Master, there is a ruined temple in front, shall we go in to shelter from the rain?"

Yue Xia lifted the curtain of the car and saw that the ruined temple was indeed quite broken, but it was more than enough to shelter from the rain.

"Let's take shelter from the rain here." After Yue Xia finished speaking, she picked up Hua Qian and entered the ruined temple in the blink of an eye.

At this time, there were already people sheltering from the rain in the ruined temple, and when they saw Yue Xia coming in with Hua Qian in their arms, they all looked at them vigilantly.

Yue Xia took the opportunity to look at the three people in the right corner, two adults with a seven or eight-year-old child, they looked like a family.

Even so, Yue Xia paid more attention.

"Ayue, let's sit here." Hua Qian pointed to the other corner and said.

Yue Xia looked in the direction she pointed, saw that the ground was dry and no rain had leaked, so she walked over with Hua Qian in her arms.

Just as the two sat down, Wu Yao, who had parked the carriage, came in together with Nangong Han and Xiao Ziheng.

Seeing the three people sitting in the right corner, they couldn't help frowning.

This ruined temple is a good place for a temporary stay, without the front of the village and the back of the shop.

It's just that their identities are special, and it's inevitable that they will be suspicious when they meet other people here.

The family in the corner looks harmless, but who can be sure that they are not wolves in sheep's clothing.

"Little sprite, come over and start a fire." Hua Qian called softly.

The corner of Wu Yao's mouth twitched, looked at Yue Xia, and found that his face was expressionless, and he was inexplicably nervous.

"Here we come." Wu Yao replied with a mournful face, walked to the opposite of Yue Xia, grabbed the dry firewood left by others, and started to light a fire.

The fire quickly lit up the small dilapidated temple and warmed up the few people sitting together.

I thought that the summer rain came and went quickly, but it kept falling endlessly.

The gloomy sky gradually darkened, but the rain did not intend to decrease at all.

Seeing this, Hua Qian said to Wu Yao who was on the side: "There is a small pot, tableware and rice in the hidden compartment of the carriage floor, go and bring them along with the jerky you bought this morning."

Wu Yao was slightly stunned, and there was a trace of evil in his warm smile: "Little master, you have quite a lot of things you need to go out."

Hua Qian snorted softly, and said triumphantly, "How can you understand my foresight!"

Wu Yao glanced at Yue Xia, got up and backed away, and said with a smile: "It's good that my aunt understands."

"Troubleshooting!" Hua Qian spat, throwing the branch in her hand towards him, but didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Hua Qian snorted angrily, and inadvertently looked at the family of three in the next corner, and found that they were sleeping in each other's arms. The picture was very warm, but a little strange.

Hua Qian raised her eyebrows, and immediately looked away, looking at Wu Yao who came in from the outside.

He carried the pot and rice bag in one hand, and the food box in the other.

At this time, Yue Xia had already prepared the shelf, took the hanging pot from Wu Yao's hand, and hung it up.

Hua Qian saw the water in the pot, frowned and asked, "Where did this water come from?"

"Naturally, it's rain. It's really strange that my little master is asking such a question." Wu Yao smiled warmly, with a trace of teasing in his eyes.

"Rainwater, will it be dirty?" After Hua Qian finished speaking, she felt that this was in ancient times, and there was no such thing as environmental pollution.

Wu Yao looked at Hua Qian inexplicably, and then at Yue Xia, "Grandpa, do you think the rainwater is dirty too?"

They are killers, and sometimes they travel all over the world in order to complete their missions. Sometimes, when there is no water or food, they will drink even the water from the stinky ditch in order to survive.

Now that we use rainwater to cook, the little master still asks whether it is dirty or not, isn't it a bit too particular?

Yue Xia understood Wu Yao's implication, and looked at Hua Qian with eyes as cold as snow: "Xian'er, don't worry, cooking with rainwater tastes as good as cooking with well water, without any strange smell."

"That's good." Hua Qian smiled lightly.

Soon, the water in the hanging pot boiled, Hua Qian grabbed a few handfuls of rice and put them into the pot, stirring gently with a small wooden spoon.

After a while, the water in the pot boiled again.

Subsequently, Yue Xia put the chopped jerky into the pot and cooked it with the rice.

After a while, a strong rice fragrance spread and wafted in the air, making people move their index fingers.

Seeing that the rice grains had blossomed into flowers and became thicker and thicker, Hua Qian just sprinkled seasoning into it.

At this time, the family of three who had already fallen asleep was woken up by the smell of rice.

They sat up, staring at the direction of Hua Qian, Yue Xia and the others without blinking, looking salivating.

"Okay, it's ready to eat." After Hua Qian finished speaking, she picked up a small porcelain bowl and handed it to Yue Xia, and then she scooped a bowl for herself.

Hua Qian put down the spoon and said, "You guys do it yourself."

Wu Yao took the spoon and scooped up a bowl of porridge by himself before handing it to Nangong Han.

After taking a sip, Wuxi praised: "Little master's craftsmanship is really good, this porridge is delicious."

At this time, Nangong Han also took a sip and nodded in agreement: "It's really delicious."

Although Xiao Ziheng didn't speak, just looking at the speed at which he drank the porridge, it was obvious that he agreed with what Wu Yao said.

When the few people were drinking porridge, the family of three suddenly approached them and stood still one meter away.

Yue Xia turned a blind eye and continued to drink porridge, but Hua Qian couldn't be so calm, she turned to look at them: "Do you want to eat too?"

The seven or eight-year-old boy standing in front of him nodded vigorously, looking extremely hungry.

Looking at the patched clothes on their bodies, I think life at home must be difficult.

"I don't know where you came from and where are you going?" Hua Qian asked a man and a woman behind the little boy.

The two of them flinched timidly when they met Shang Huaqian's gaze. They looked at each other, and the man said, "Our family escaped from the south of the Yangtze River and is going to join relatives."

Hua Qian nodded, scooped up a bowl of porridge and handed it to the little boy, and continued to ask, "Where are your relatives?"

The man who spoke before said again: "In the capital, but he doesn't recognize us, there is no way, we can only live in this ruined temple."

After hearing this, Hua Qian looked at them sympathetically, and said, "Since that's the case, your family should also sit by our side and have porridge together, so you can rest your stomach."

"What a nice person, thank you, thank you..." The man kept saying thank Hua Qian, and the woman beside him also kept thanking her.

Hua Qian looked down at the little boy standing in front of him, and found that he had finished his porridge, and asked, "Do you want another bowl?"

The little boy who raised his head grinned at Hua Qian: "I want...your life!"

Hua Qian was slightly startled, and the little boy in front of her suddenly disappeared strangely. When he reappeared, a sharp dagger was pressed against Hua Qian's neck.

(End of this chapter)