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Chapter 629: Warm and Fragile

But apart from the mess in the house, there are no broken limbs at all...

Those robbers should have looted and left, instead of being responsible for burying the bodies. Just read the novel

Ye Xuanji walked around the room again.

I found that the money box behind the counter was still full of silver and copper coins, and it didn’t look like someone had been murdered for money at all.[

Strange, what is the reason why this place turned into an empty city?

Where have the people in the city gone?

If they escaped, why didn't they take the money with them?

Countless questions welled up in her heart. Ye Xuanji couldn't figure it out.

She shook her head, forget it!

Now that she has too much time to take care of herself, how can she care about other people's business?

She had better find something to eat and drink, and it was prudent to leave as early as possible.

She searched around the house and found several wilted vegetables and some dry and hard steamed buns.

The steamed buns were as cold as rocks and could hardly be chewed.

This will definitely be hard to swallow.

Ye Xuanji had no choice but to come to the kitchen.

It's not bad. There is a big stove there, with oil, salt, soy and vinegar on the stove, and dry firewood under the stove...

Ye Xuanji breathed a sigh of relief.

Very good, these things are enough!

Her identity in her previous life meant that she had to walk in the wilderness all year round, so she learned the skills of survival in the wilderness very well.

As long as there is a fire and firewood, she can make a good pot of rice to reward her growling stomach.

In less than one stick of incense, she had already made two dishes and one soup.

Heat the steamed buns in a pot and they will become much softer.

It was completely dark now, and the whole town fell into deathly silence.[

When the chickens don't crow or the dogs don't bark, it's like a big tomb.

There was still half a piece of wax left on the table, and Ye Xuanji lit it.

The flickering candlelight draws a faint silhouette on the wall, warm and fragile...

In an abandoned house in a dead city, there was only a faint candlelight to accompany her.

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We are here today.

Zi

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