Chapter 1945 Tribulation (19)

He cleared his throat and stood up straight.

He transformed into an old man with gray hair and no beard.

The crutch in his hand disappeared, and the scary leaves on his head also disappeared.

He has a kind face and wears an inconspicuous commoner.

After transforming, he looked down at himself.

no problem.

Then, he knocked on the door.

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-"

The wind is strong and the sound is loud.

The woods nearby were rustled by the wind, and the broken and unstable door also creaked.

In such a noisy and windy environment, the few sounds he knocked were like a pin falling, so small and subtle that they were mixed in and could not be heard at all.

Except himself.

The old man from the land probably realized this and stood up straight.

Knocked again, louder this time.

"Knock-knock-knock-knock-"

That poor door was just kicked in today.

It was finally repaired, but it was still subject to strong winds all the time.

Now, he is being knocked hard.

The sound coming from the crumbling door cracks was extremely harsh.

It was so shocking that I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Crunch——"

The poor battered door finally opened.

But it only opened a small gap.

Behind the gap, a small figure was revealed, as well as those wet, beautiful and clean eyes.

He was thin and small, and his clothes were baggy.

He just held the door handle tightly and looked at the people outside.

Silent, very alert.

Like a kitten with its fur on end, it was full of vigilance.

The look in his eyes was unfamiliar and hostile.

A kind smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Hello, Xiaochen."

"I was the one who brought you steamed buns last time. My name is Grandpa Zhang. How about it? Do you still remember me?"

"..." The little boy hiding behind the broken door stared at him quietly, with wet and beautiful eyes that were very dark.

It was pitch black, like a cub that was already capable of biting before it grew up. Even if its teeth were not yet sharp, it could still pounce at any time.

On alert, attack.

It always seems to give people a feeling of fear.

"..." The kind smile on the earthy old man's face was somewhat unsustainable.

He just opened it a crack and said nothing.

The little hand grasped the lock on the back of the door tightly, holding it hard.

It seems that she is afraid that he will break in, and seems to think that he is a bad person.

Just stare at him, not responding, silent.

Deathly silence.

In the air, there was only the whistling of the wind and the rushing sounds from the woods nearby.

Across the door, the two people inside and outside fell into an inexplicable awkward atmosphere.

Inexplicably weird.

The old man from the land waited for a while and saw that he didn't speak. He tried his best to smile and changed from behind.

A fresh grass carp was delivered to the door.

court.

Also try to be kind in your tone.

"No, my family just caught a few fish on the mountain today, and they are still fresh."

"I thought... there are only a few people in my family and we can't finish it, so I might as well give you one as a gift."

"You can take it back and cook it, or use it to make soup. It's both good. It tastes--"

"Need not."

The thin young man behind the door suddenly interrupted him with his tender and sandy voice.

Staring with dark eyes, the hand behind the door frame was tight and strong.

"Thanks, but I don't need it."

He was always like this, so alert.

Whether it was bullying him or showing kindness to him.

This is all it will do, shut out.