Although there was no light, Alan could see clearly. There were dark walls all around, the roof was hollow, rotten wood rolled down around him, and the windows were burned down to only their skeletons, creaking with majesty.

Squeaking and shaking.

Feeling sore all over, Alan stood up and frowned.

"It's better to go out early, at least go back to the original place, lest it would be bad if Brother Fang Jun comes back and can't find me." Thinking of this, Alan endured the headache, rubbed his forehead, and moved toward the door.

Steps were taken in the direction.

Squeak——

With the sound of the door being opened, Alan suddenly staggered, his body tilted, and he fell down! [

However, his body touched something soft and pressed tightly against it. He could still hear the other person's heartbeat and the temperature of his skin. Alan slowly raised his head, but he only saw an unfamiliar face!

As if being electrocuted, she suddenly shrank from the man's arms, took two steps back and looked directly at this strange young man with a pair of eyes, "You..."

"Shh!" The young man made a shushing gesture to Alan, turned around and looked outside the door, closed the door, walked quietly to Alan, and motioned Alan to squat down, "Don't talk, or you will be discovered!"

"...Huh?" He was still timid before, but looking at the eyes of the strange young man in front of him, the doubts and weirdness in Alan's heart had already suppressed his fear and fear. He couldn't help but look up at the empty environment around him, "What..."

Alan had to admit that at the moment when their eyes met, his heart suddenly stopped. This strange feeling seemed familiar to Alan, but he couldn't remember exactly when it happened.

His eyes told Alan that he would not hurt himself.

"Hurry and squat down!" The strange young man waved his hand again to signal Alan to squat down.

Although she didn't know exactly why, looking into this young man's eyes, she always felt an irresistible feeling in her body. It was trust from the heart, a connection that did not need to be established, as if it was born with her.

A general sense of identity...

The young man huddled in the corner warily, and subconsciously reached out to pull out Alan's arm, but was suddenly thrown away by the other party. Looking back, looking at Alan's wary eyes, the young man said with a serious face, "Don't be afraid, no one will find us.

!”

"Find... us?"

The young man's words made Alan even more confused. She had to look carefully at the stranger in front of her.

He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, not much older than himself, wearing a coarse cloth jacket, a pair of linen trousers, barefoot, and holding a short knife in his hand, with a trace of heroic spirit on his young face.

There is pride between the brows.

"Who are you?" Alan asked.

"I'm here to save you," the young man nodded, his determined eyes telling Alan that he was not joking, "I just saw you being brought in by that person, so I asked Ahua to lure him away before I went to save you.

I was afraid that you would scream, so I knocked you out first. You can just call me Qibao. What is your name? Why haven’t I seen you in the village?"

"...My name is Alan," Alan hesitated, not because she was afraid, but she still didn't know what happened, "I'm not... from this village..."
Chapter completed!