Moonlit Magic of Winter Woods Chapter 5

How to repay the master?

The Milo Little cried so hard that his furry fox ears were accidentally exposed.

Harlow Jiang looked down at the little mute hugging her thigh. She couldn't help but reached out and touched Mao's ears.

It feels so good in the hand. I feel itchy in my palms and in my heart.

"Okay, don't cry. I know you are hurting and no one will bully you anymore." Harlow Jiang comforted the little mute.

The Milo Little wiped his tears. He wanted to say that he had misunderstood his benefactor just now, and thought he wanted to play with him. It turned out that the benefactor was asking about his injury!

The benefactor picked him up, gave him medicine, gave him bread, and now he has clothes to wear.

Although the benefactor does not know that he is a fox demon, the benefactor is a good person!

Although people are all bad, benefactors are different!

Although the benefactor is full of Yin Qi and has killed countless lives, at least he is not killed now...

It was snowing so hard outside, and if it hadn't been picked up by the benefactor, it would have frozen to death.

Harlow Jiang bent down and picked up the little mute, and put him on the bed first. She lowered her head and glanced at her hand. Why didn't she touch the tail this time?

Harlow Jiang didn't ask. She went to close the door first. After all, the wind was still blowing into the room outside the door, which was very cold.

She added firewood to the brazier, returned to the bed and sat down, and saw the little mute kneeling on the bed, gesticulating with his hands...

The house was silent except for the burning firewood, the leaky windows, and the rattling chains.

Harlow Jiang couldn't understand any of the little mute's gestures.

"What do you want to say? I know your wound hurts, but I can't buy medicine until tomorrow. I don't have any money now." Harlow Jiang tried to understand what the little mute meant.

The Milo Little shook his head desperately, making the chain around his neck ring.

Harlow Jiang looked even more distressed, "You'd better stop moving, you're still injured."

The Milo Little sighed, he was speechless. The gesture he made just now was to thank her for saving her life and to apologize for misunderstanding her, but she didn't understand any of it.

However, she said she would buy him some wound medicine tomorrow, and when the wound in his throat healed, he should be able to speak.

Then talk to your benefactor with your mouth.

Apologize with your mouth.

The Milo Little stopped gesticulating. He lay down on the bed obediently. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he discovered... why the fox ears were exposed!

The Milo Little glanced nervously at the woman and saw her lowering her head to fiddle with the firewood in the brazier.

It seems that it has not been discovered.

He quickly put away his fox ears and pulled the quilt over himself.

The firewood in the brazier almost went out, so she lit it again, poured herself a glass of hot water, drank it, poured another glass and took it back to the bed.

Harlow Jiang handed the cup to the little mute.

The Milo Little got up on his own, took the cup and drank water carefully. He was thirsty just now, but he didn't dare to say anything. He couldn't speak, let alone make requests.

Drinking the warm water made the wound in his throat hurt even more, but it felt good to drink some hot water, and it felt warm in his belly.

In the past three months, he often relied on eating hay and drinking cold water to fill his stomach. Now he eats sugar cakes and drinks hot water.

This woman is such a good person.

that is......

The Milo Little lowered his eyes, he had deceived his benefactor.

He did not dare to tell his benefactor that he was not a human being. If his identity was discovered, she would definitely kill him.

Finished drinking water.

The Milo Little carefully lay back down and tried to look at his benefactor's face.

I only took one look at her just now and found that she was very beautiful. Now I take another look at her...

I found that there was Yin Qi lingering between her eyebrows.

It seemed that she had killed too many animals, and all the negative energy had caught up with her.

Harlow Jiang sat a little closer to the bed this time. She felt that the little mute was not so scared anymore. Although he was still tense, at least he didn't shrink into the quilt.

He was still looking at her with those beautiful green eyes.

Harlow Jiang asked: "Are you born mute?"

Because she had met a mute before, and even a born mute could not understand what others were saying, but the little mute could understand what she was saying.

The Milo Little shook his head. He wanted to say that he was not mute, but just temporarily unable to speak.

Harlow Jiang asked again: "Then why are you mute?"

The Milo Little stretched out a hand from under the quilt and pointed at the charcoal basin.

Harlow Jiang followed the thin hand and thought about it for a while.

"Was it burned?"

The Milo Little nodded.

Harlow Jiang sighed, "It's so pitiful. Are your chains also burned?"

When Harlow Jiang was wiping the little mute's wounds, she wanted to take off all the chains on him, but found...

The chain is not locked on it, but actually stuck to the skin.

Harlow Jiang had seen those torture methods in the Yamen, and she guessed how to "wear" the chains.

The Milo Little nodded, and bit the half of the hanging chain with his teeth, indicating that he had to bite off the chain to escape.

Harlow Jiang thought of something, turned around and went out.

The Milo Little looked at her back in confusion.

When she came back, she saw an extra pair of pliers in her hand.

The Milo Little suddenly trembled with fear. He remembered that when he was first arrested in the Hehuan Sect, he clamored to get out, but the bad guys pinched his flesh with pliers. Each pinch would leave a bruise, which was extremely painful. Later, he Don't dare to scream anymore.

But he didn't dare to crawl anymore at this moment. He closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.

She must be a good person! You were so concerned about me just now!

Don't...don't pinch me, okay...

With a "click", the pliers pinched half of his chain.

It didn't pinch his flesh.

The Milo Little opened his eyes and saw that the woman had cut off half of the chain hanging from his wrist.

Now there was only a ring cuffed on his wrist.

Harlow Jiang followed the same pattern and cut off the chain on the other wrist.

She sat down at the end of the bed again, lifted a corner of the quilt, and prepared to pinch the chain on the little mute's ankle...

The Milo Little tensed up his legs nervously...

Harlow Jiang said without raising her head, "I won't pinch you."

The Milo Little is not afraid of being pinched by her now, but is nervous because a woman is looking at his feet... He is a shy Milo Little. Although he threw himself into her arms and took the initiative to please, it was a last resort. Now he Quite shy.

Even though he was in the dungeon of the Hehuan Sect, he had been seen by those bad guys for a long time.

But when I faced her, I felt different inside. I always felt...ashamed, and my body kept getting hot.

The fever should be due to drinking hot water and eating cakes, and now wearing clothes, so the temperature has returned, right?

But why is your face so hot?

Harlow Jiang finished pinching the chain around her ankle and returned to the bedside.

"Look up."

Harlow Jiang finally pinched off the chain from the little mute's neck.

This time the little mute wouldn't make a splashing sound without moving.

She put the chains away and weighed them.

"This iron is still good. It needs to be half a catty. If I take it to the city tomorrow and sell it, I should be able to get a lot of money."

Nowadays, the world is difficult and salt and iron are expensive. After selling such a pile of iron chains, I can buy more wound medicine and cotton. Then I can modify her summer clothes and make a cotton coat for the little mute.

Even if the little mute doesn't want to stay after he recovers from his injuries, let's give him some clothes before leaving.

Harlow Jiang put the iron chain at the door and saw that it was getting late.

In winter, it gets light later and gets dark earlier.

Harlow Jiang went to the kitchen to light a fire to cook.

I still drink brown rice porridge at night.

She added an extra handful of rice, looked at the rice in the rice vat, and counted how many days she could eat the rice.

Now that there is an extra mouth in the family, life is getting tighter.

But the Chinese New Year is only half a month away. Let’s buy some rice when the government distributes this year’s heads to red hair.

When Harlow Jiang came back, he had two more bowls of brown rice porridge in his hand.

The Milo Little saw it and thought to himself, one of the bowls is not for me!

I gave him half a piece of sugar cookie today, but I didn’t expect there would be food for him tonight!

When the bowl was handed to the Milo Little, he rolled down from the bed, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to express his gratitude.

"You're welcome. I'll be responsible for you if I pick it up. Don't kneel down again. Go back and drink the porridge." Harlow Jiang held the bowl in both hands and couldn't free his hands.

The Milo Little climbed back on the bed, took the bowl with both hands, and smelled it.

It smells so good.

He sipped the porridge with precious sips. Although his throat still hurt when the hot porridge rolled over, it felt so good to have food in his stomach.

He was so happy that his fox ears popped out again.

Harlow Jiang gulped down the porridge, finishing it in a few mouthfuls, and then looked at the little mute's plush ears.

The furry ears twitched with each drink.

So cute, I really want to touch it.

But Harlow Jiang still didn't reach out.

Don't touch the little mute rashly.

So offensive.

Harlow Jiang didn't want to repay her kindness, even though she really liked this beautiful little mute.

When the Milo Little finished the hot porridge with great care, he even licked the bowl clean with his tongue.

This drink made his cheeks turn red and his eyes blurred.

Harlow Jiang was startled. How could the little mute look so intoxicated after drinking porridge? How long had he been hungry?

The Milo Little put down the bowl and found that his benefactor had already finished drinking. It seemed that he had been waiting for him for a long time.

Harlow Jiang reached out and planned to take the empty bowl and go out to wash it.

The Milo Little also reached out and wanted to take the empty bowl from his benefactor. He planned to wash the dishes.

But without saying much, Harlow Jiang took the empty bowl from the little mute's hand.

The Milo Little was anxious, now he was eating and drinking for free!

He wants to do something within his power!

The fox is the best at repaying a favor!

He doesn't have anything to offer... well... he does have something to offer, but he just doesn't dare to use it, as it would reveal his identity.

Anyway, I can repay her in other ways.

In short, he has regarded her as his master.

I will serve her well in the future and repay the favor of saving my life!

The Milo Little moved around for a while. He drank a small bowl of hot porridge and regained some strength. He rolled to the ground again, ready to worship her as his master first.

He leaned down and was about to k!ss her feet.

Harlow Jiang saw this and quickly stepped back to avoid it.

"What are you doing? Why did you kneel down again when I didn't need you to wash the dishes? Go back."

The Milo Little shook his head, and he clasped his hands together and bowed again, whimpering and barking anxiously.

Although Harlow Jiang didn't understand why the little mute wanted to k!ss her feet, she understood what the little mute wanted to do just now.

"You don't need to work today. It's windy and snowy outside. The kitchen is in the yard. You are wearing only these thin clothes and you are so weak. You should freeze to death if you go out. And with these two bowls, I will be back soon. Tomorrow ... I'll get you some cotton clothes tomorrow and let you work after your injury is better."

The Milo Little was moved to tears again.

The owner is such a great person!