The aura of the young boy suddenly condensed.
A chilling air shot out from him.
With one hand, he held the long sword on the side.
"Don't be afraid, little brother, this is the footsteps of my maidservant."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a small figure limping over from the door.
Seeing the door of the room that fell to the ground, a trace of surprise appeared on that pale and thin face.
"Xiao, miss... are you okay?" Xiao Ziling eagerly rushed to Xiao Qingluo's side, seeing Xiao Qingluo covered in blood, her eyes turned red.
"I'm fine." Xiao Qingluo shook her head and patted Xiao Ziling's head, "Ling'er, help me lift the little brother under the bed out, he was seriously injured."
"Little brother?" Xiao Ziling was puzzled.
When seeing a strange boy under the bed, Zi Ling exhaled in surprise.
Before the voice came out, Xiao Qingluo tightly covered his mouth: "Shhh...don't shout, Father just led people to hunt down little brother."
"Miss, you... what are you doing! The Patriarch is chasing him, you... how can you..." Xiao Ziling looked at the boy under the bed, and immediately persuaded her own lady, "Miss, let's hand him over now, Patriarch I will definitely find someone to show you the wounds on your body."
"no!"
Xiao Qingluo shook her head stubbornly, her face became serious: "I promised to help little brother, so I must help him!"
Knowing that she can't say that she is her own lady, Xiao Ziling had no choice but to help Xiao Qingluo lift the boy out from under the bed.
After tossing and tossing for a long while, the two little girls helped the little boy to lie down on the bed.
Xiao Qingluo grabbed the thin quilt that fell on the ground, and covered the young boy's body.
Seeing the little boy's frown, she lowered her eyes in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, little brother, I... I only have this quilt, it's cold, and we don't have a door... You just make it."
The little boy frowned even tighter.
Seeing the loss and guilt in Xiaoqing's eyes, there seemed to be something in his heart, and he trembled.
Almost subconsciously, he blurted out: "What about you?"
Xiao Qingluo was startled for a moment, and then gave a big smile: "I'm not cold, it doesn't matter."
The cold wind was bleak, and Xiao Qingluo was also covered in scars.
The thin robe on his body could not keep out the cold at all.
Obviously already shivering from the cold, trembling even when speaking.
But he still covered him with the only quilt that could keep out the cold.
This little girl is really stupid.
The little boy looked at the smiling face, not for a moment.
I'm used to fighting openly and covertly, conspiracies and tricks.
Xiao Qingluo's innocence easily touched a part of the young boy's heart.
"You come to bed too." The young boy said softly.
Xiao Qingluo's eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously: "Adults say that men and women are different. If we share the same bed, we will get married in the future."
"You are still a child. When you grow up, you will not be able to sleep in the same bed as a man." The rare boy said patiently.
Xiao Qingluo hesitated for a while.
Maybe it was really cold.
She climbed onto the bed timidly.
"Miss, this is the steamed bun I just got from Eighth Young Master. You haven't eaten all day, so eat something before going to bed." Xiao Ziling limped, walked to the bed, and carefully kept the steamed bun in her arms. The buns were taken out.
The steamed buns were already cold and a little hard.
But for Xiao Qingluo, it was already good food.
She licked her mouth and took the buns over.