"call…"

At five o'clock in the morning, Wang Jin opened his eyes full of red bloodshot eyes.

The air becomes moist and cold due to the morning mist, which makes people feel refreshed.

Unfortunately, this could not dispel Wang Jin's fatigue.

From intercepting the Mud Dragon King last night, to jumping into the well and exploring the underground river.

Wang Jin kept spinning for more than thirty hours.

I finally managed to get some sleep, but almost drowned again.

No salary yet.

Someone with a bad attitude might have started scolding me now.

"I feel much better after venting."

Wang Jin smiled, feeling the moist and cold air, and prepared to start a new day.

——

At the same time, Jiuchun.

Tian Gou covered his swollen face, crying and cursing.

Strictly speaking, Wang Jin only entered the industry a few months earlier than him, so there is no problem if they are at the same time.

So Tian Gou readily agreed to Wang Jin's request for "practice" and offered not to hold anything back.

The results can be imagined.

"Okay, okay, don't cry."

Meng Yu covered his mouth and snickered, reaching out to pat Tian Gou.

The latter looked at the girl next to him and seemed to suddenly think of something, feeling relieved.

And he showed a smile that said, "I won in the end."

After all, Wang Jin seems to be single.

——

"ah!!!"

The little fox shook its head like a small electric drill.

The fishing village is so humid that it loses its fluffiness after just one night.

"Can't you change back to human form and give it a good rub?"

Wang Jin, who was splashed all over, wiped his face and looked at Hu Xiaobei helplessly.

"It's more of a ritual."

The little fox threw himself out of electronic music.

"Tsk."

Wang Jin curled his lips and wanted to move away quietly.

As a result, the little fox followed him while shaking him, until he was picked up and thrown away.

"Morning."

There was a lot of commotion in the yard, and Song He wandered out of the house on crutches.

"Woke up so early."

Wang Jin checked his situation.

If the Mud Dragon King is shattered, the leader of the queue will probably die of pain.

Thanks to the dozens of Awakening Power Talismans, Song He could barely save his life.

It's a pity that the haunting dragon is still tormenting this simple rural man endlessly.

Compared with when they first met, his face was more than a little pale.

The sunken cheeks and red bloodshot eyes made him look haggard, and his tall and strong body gradually became weaker.

Even so, he still straightened his back.

"Hey...didn't sleep much."

Song He shrugged, but then grinned because he scratched the wound.

The haunting dragon tortures the body, and the coming death tortures the spirit.

To be able to hold on until now, he is indeed a strong-willed man.

Seemingly seeing Wang Jin's worried eyes, Song He waved his hand quickly.

The sound of tearing flesh and blood came from under the cloth.

Except for his face, he has almost no intact skin.

"Don't worry, brother, it won't affect your status."

"After all, with this thing here, it's impossible to get sleepy."

Pointing to the raised scales on his body, Song He smiled.

He was even in the mood to joke.

"By the way, let's discuss it with you."

After chatting, Song He glanced at Xiaohua who was rubbing her eyes and sitting up in the room, and spoke softly to Wang Jin.

"This kid did something sorry for you yesterday. I heard about it."

"I'll make amends for her."

"My father disappeared and I became like this again."

"The villagers who bullied her started to get worse."

"Maybe children are not very good at handling this, I'm sorry."

Song He reached out to hold Wang Jin's shoulders, but found that he was covered in blood, so he could only smile sadly.

"nothing."

Wang Jin shook his head.

He originally wanted to say something, but thinking about himself as a child...he decided to forget it.

When he was called a "bastard", Wang Jin's reaction was not as simple as "killing someone".

During that time, there were many poor people paralyzed in bed in Wang Jin's community.

It was all an accident.

Since then, the neighbors' nickname for Wang Jin has changed from "bastard" to "broom star".

Only one or two who have figured it out will take the initiative to deliver some rice, flour, grains and oil to their doorsteps.

Single-parent families have to face so much pressure, let alone the little flower that was picked up.

"Then can you... don't let her follow? It's just a child, look..."

Song He smiled embarrassedly.

He remembered that Xiaohua said yesterday that she wanted to go, but Wang Jin did not refuse.

"Listen to you."

Wang Jin nodded.

"Then leave her here until the villagers or something else comes to find her and tear her alive."

"Don't worry, I will leave a few bombs for her, at least I can replace a few."

"With aquatic companions...just pretend I didn't say anything."

Song He sighed helplessly and his eyes dimmed.

There are only two left in a family of four, and it may take him some time to accept the reality.

After a moment of silence, Song He spoke again.

"If I really don't come back, Xiaohua will be left to you."

"This... I'm afraid it won't work."

The young man frowned and pointed at the little fox spiraling into the sky.

She was still drying herself off.

"I hate children, especially little girls."

Wang Jin touched his chin, thought before speaking.
To be continued...