My Witch Nichang (MTL) (1)

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A day later, she woke up.

After turning her over, I was sure that this was a woman. After all, looking at the back of the world can be considered a thin man, but it is also because she is a woman. Otherwise, it would be because of my thin strength and small arms and legs. Can't move her back.

She was not injured, but she had a fever, her forehead was cold and her limbs were cold. I put her on my cot, dried her body, covered her with a thick quilt, and put on a cold towel. After thinking about it, she chopped a piece of **** and garlic to boil A thick bowl of **** soup was poured while she was stunned.

Fortunately, no one saw this while doing this. This is not a six-year-old girl in the mountains.

The adults were taken aback when they came back, but I did n’t doubt too much under my arranged rhetoric. Perhaps the woman I should call my mother was unwilling, but stared and saw the other person who was not poor. Affordable clothing, nothing more to say, just out of a sense of crisis-after all, the woman looks less than thirty years old, although the facial features are not beautiful, they are quite good, and then get sick China is even more impressive-in short she did not allow Orion's father to approach the man, and only ordered me to take care of it.

This is exactly what I want.

The woman woke up early the next morning, when Dad had gone out, the woman was working in the backyard, and there was only me in the room where she opened her eyes, and there should be no threat in the eyes of others .

But the moment she opened her eyes, her eyes seemed sharp and could kill.

My heart fluttered, and I pressed uneasily, giving her an innocent smile.

It ’s not that I have n’t thought about the worst possibility of getting a wolf into the room, but this opportunity ca n’t be missed anyway, not to mention that although a person ca n’t look good, but looking at her, it ’s really unlikely that he will be rescued as a full-fledged person , Though just intuitively.

But when I saw this look, I really doubted my gut.

"Where's my clothes?" She noticed her situation for the first time, and then she questioned. Although her eyes were sharp, her voice was hard to hide from her hoarseness.

I opened my eyes: "Sister's stuff? It's not on that pillow. Yesterday there was no one at home. The three children got wet when they changed it for you, and then dried and stacked next to my sister."

I heard that she immediately turned around and looked at it. I was very calm about it. I didn't coax her around. I dried the clothes by myself. I just dried them and didn't check them. Even a small bag wasn't opened. Because the bag is quite weird, I can't guarantee that it will return as it is when opened.

Seeing that the important things were there, she seemed relieved, and whirled and remembered something, and asked sternly, "What about my sword?"

I waited for this question long ago, so I didn't panic, but laughed more and more harmlessly.

"Hush, sister, please lightly." She lowered her voice and bullied her into biting her ears. Her eyes were alert, but she was only reading a child in front of her, so she did not stop or avoid it.

"My sister's sword is hidden in the woodpile behind the house. I can't take it out. It will be miserable if you take it out."

I pretend to be mysterious, and she frowned.

"Why?"

"My father and my mother explained to San Er that the world is bad, and there are gangsters and evil men everywhere, so that I can see anyone who has a sword outside to hide away, let alone lead home, So Saner hid her sister's sword first so that her father and mother wouldn't know. "