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He has been holding the limits of small things.

Even if he was exhausted on the first day, he was still alive and well on the second day.

That kind of outrageous resilience, at this age, can be called a monster.

Little things are almost equivalent to what he personally created. In fact, there is no blood relationship, but causally, they can be called father and daughter.

In nature, all kinds of creatures have their own ways of breeding.

If the lamb is raised by the way of cultivating wolf pups, ignoring its own potential and power limit, this sheep will definitely live for a long time, but will eventually find its way to death.

Similarly, if a tiger cub is raised by raising a rabbit, the tiger will slowly lose its potential to lose blood in the wild, which is equivalent to abolition.

Chapter 35, The dead can't hurt you

Half a year passed in a flash.

Xi He grew up very fast. Although the little one is less than five years old, his physical strength and endurance are far stronger than those of the eleven or twelve-year-olds of the rich family.

When Ji Wushang maintained the walking speed of ordinary people, little things were never left behind. Instead, because of too much energy, they often ran away.

"Wet! Wet!"

The small figure bounced over from behind, his short legs stopped in front of Ji Wushang, and his dirty and black face grinned cheerfully.

"Wet suddenly! Big mouse! Big mouse!" Xi and Xianbao lifted a big, greasy mouse bigger than a rabbit to Ji Wushang's eyes, swaying vigorously regardless of the mouse's struggling, "Is it big? , I took a lot of effort to catch it."

Those bright big eyes stared at Ji Wushang blinking, as if waiting for praise. If he could ignore the wet saliva at the corner of his mouth, it might be cute.

Ji Wushang looked at the mouse with an inexplicable familiarity, and almost instantly thought of the smelly mouse Wei Wuya, and only he could raise such a big mouse.

He raised his head, glanced around, his mouth twitched slightly.

"Wet?" Seeing that Ji Wushang didn't respond, Xi He puffed up his bun's face, pinched the mouse in dissatisfaction, and rubbed the shiny hair behind one hand vigorously.

Ji Wushang lowered her head, the corner of her mouth curled up, and gently poked her forehead with her fingers, and whispered, "Do you want to barbecue this time, or braise it?"

The little thing had a small hand, his eyes were erratic, he didn't look directly at Ji Wushang anymore, and said with a dry smile: "Weihu, what do you say can this big mouse eat?"

Ji Wushang rubbed her head vigorously with his hands, and looked at the dark, dirty clothes covered with dirt, like a wild child.

Perceiving that the hand had made his messy hair even more messy, the little thing stared in dissatisfaction, but didn't mean to avoid it at all.

Although Xi He is less than five years old, his mental development is extremely fast, far surpassing the cleverness of his peers, ignoring his appearance and more like a ten-year-old bear kid.

Very energetic and very curious about everything.

Now there is only one situation for her to talk to Diu Ji Wushang, and that is when she is attracted by something halfway, and only appears when Ji Wushang has forgotten.

Seeing the little thing skillfully find the thin rope and happily tie up the desperate mouse, Ji Wushang's mouth twitched slightly.

Obviously, this scene happens often.

The biggest hobby of little things is to keep various pets, and these pets were obviously caught along the way. As for the types, there are countless.

The normal ones are rabbits, bamboo rats, pheasants, and the more frightening ones are frogs, snakes, mice, scorpions, and spiders.

Although the pets she raised ended up being killed by her, or in her stomach, although every pet died, she looked very sad.

With the fatness of this mouse, Ji Wushang estimated that it would enter her stomach in the end.

Ji Wushang simply stopped under a big tree, took out the water and food from the rucksack, handed over the small things, and then took out the report sent by Shu Han to read.

The little thing took the food to feed the big mouse first. The mouse suddenly stopped struggling, and turned its hideousness into docile, really spineless.

And the little thing is obviously happy.

A quarter of an hour later, two figures, one large and one small, continued to march, accompanied by a rabbit-sized mouse, bound by a rope and led by a small object.

Ji Wushang didn't have an obvious destination, he just walked along the place where he walked when he and Lian Xing were spreading the secrets everywhere.

Watching the evolution of the world over the past few years with cold eyes, ordinary people and martial arts are still like two worlds. Among the martial arts people, the martial arts people are happy, indulging, and killing.In the world of ordinary people, there are only burdened and numb lives.

The people are still suffering, and they haven't improved much with the appearance of Zhenwu Temple, but because of Zhenwu Temple, there is another way to survive.

After walking for a few miles, Ji Wushang and Xihe stopped and looked at the hell-like scene in the middle of the road not far away.

Ji Wushang Gu Jing did not wave, the little thing stared wide-eyed and looked ignorant.

The mouse, which was only held by the little thing, suddenly became agitated and tried to rush forward, almost letting the rope break free of the little thing's hand.

The dead corpses in one place, looking at the clothes and vehicles, are obviously a dart team, Ji Wushang is very familiar with it, after all, Fuwei Escort is in this line.

In this world, in this world, this kind of thing is rare, but it happens from time to time, not surprising.However, many thieves don't want people as long as they make money, and only grab darts, and rarely kill them with people, except for the extremely vicious ones.

Obviously, the luck of the dart team in front of us is not very good.

As for who killed this dart team, Ji Wushang also guessed it.

Just because there are scattered fat rats among the dead bodies, eating the corpses, this kind of resource-exhausted world, it is obviously not easy to raise these rats so fat.

Although Wei Wuya died, he still had some disciples.

Obviously, the business of Twelve Astrology was inherited by Toothless.

Regarding this kind of thing, Ji Wushang didn't have much resistance, and he wouldn't be dissatisfied and eager to let Shu Han take the "Punisher" to wipe out these twelve astrological remnants.

Instead, he thought about letting Shu Han and the "Punisher" stop appropriately, and don't kill all these green forest robbers.Otherwise, after the first generation of Zhenwudian disciple Yicheng, Zhenwudian may lose a large piece of profitable projects.

It is best if all the escorts in the world can't do it, and then Zhenwu Palace will take over this part of the business.

The little thing looked up at Ji Wushang, his smart and pure big eyes blinked: "Suddenly, can the big mouse eat it, can it be raised."

Ji Wushang said: "You can eat it, but throw it away."

"Oh." The little thing loosened the rope very obediently, letting the big mouse desperately trying to escape to run to the side of his companion and gnaw the corpse together.

"Let's go."

Ji Wushang glanced at the little thing, ignoring the terrifying sight of this place, walked by, slowly avoiding the dead body and blood.

The little thing cautiously followed behind him. Suddenly, his little hand grabbed Ji Wushang's robe and followed his steps, not daring to look around.

Ji Wushang didn't move at all, and continued to step over a corpse flatly. He felt the little hand holding his own robe loosen.

Ji Wushang turned his head, looked at the little thing standing beside the corpse, and said, "What are you afraid of?"

The little thing has a timid face, and his eyes seem to hesitate: "Wet suddenly"