Quick Wear: Boss, she won again by doing nothing

Chapter 662 Your Highness, It’s Time for You to Take Your Medicine (4)

They looked like they hadn't taken a bath for a long time, their hair was tangled and matted, and their bodies and faces were dirty and black, as if they had been smoked by cigarettes.

The children here are skinny and weak, with curious eyes full of doubts, as if asking: "Who are you? Why are you different from us?"

Perhaps in this place, Xing Rong's clothes were relatively intact, making him the "alternative" here.

Xing Rong stared at the scene in front of him thoughtfully, as if he was thinking about something.

No matter in which world, no matter how developed their country or planet is, there will always be such a corner where such a group of people live.

Xiaowei asked curiously: "Xiaoxingxing, what are you going to do now?"

Xing Rong calmly replied: "Didn't you say that someone would come to see me?"

Xiao Wei nodded and said, "Yes! Many assassins or people looking for trouble will come to you."

Xing Rong: "Then wait for them to come."

She decided to sit back and wait for them to come to her.

Her body had not yet fully recovered and she did not feel like moving around.

After walking around the slums, she found that there was no place to rest comfortably except for those dilapidated houses or shabby tents built casually against the walls.

This place is dirty and messy. If we take things out of the space and use them, it will definitely attract more people's attention.

She thought for a moment and found that some houses would have a tattered stool in front of their doors, so she decided to ask those who were busy outside the door one by one.

"Excuse me, can I take a rest at your doorstep?" She bent down and asked one of the families politely and in a low voice, but the other party didn't even look at her and continued to concentrate on the things at hand.

Xing Rong was not angry about this, but walked calmly to the next house.

Perhaps because she had no support from food or medicine, she felt a little weak.

She moved slowly but always remained polite, asking everyone in the house who might give her a break.

After nearly an hour of questioning, a woman finally looked up at her after she finished speaking, then put a stool in front of her and motioned for her to sit down.

Xing Rong nodded in thanks and sat down without hesitation.

The stool is made of bamboo and is short, like a child's chair.

The back of the chair was in tatters, and the horizontal bamboo in the middle was only supported at one end, while the other end was hanging down.

The chair was so dirty that it had turned black, and there was a faint smell of mold, but Xing Rong didn't say anything, nor did he show any disgust. He just looked around the house calmly.

The house was very small, and water was dripping from the eaves. There was a bucket under the dripping water, which could be considered the cleanest container in sight.

The house was built not with bricks but with wooden boards, which had turned black and moldy, and had holes in them.

Only the woman and her daughter lived here. Her daughter was very young, looking only about 3 years old.

The child was squatting on the ground, playing with the stick in his hands, but her eyes were on her.

Xing Rong took out a piece of bread from the space and started eating it.

As soon as the bread appeared, the little girl kept staring at it, her mouth almost watering.

Xing Rong ate half of the bread and looked at the little girl raising her hand. "Do you want to eat it?"

The little girl didn't say anything, just stared at the bread, her eyes moving as the bread moved.