The next day, due to sleeping too late under the snow.
At this moment, his head was still in a daze.
Although his eyes were already open.
However, his head, which was lying on the bed, seemed to be numb.
Fran, who was lying on the bed, had already disappeared.
She got up from the bed and shook her head under the snow.
Looking at the dim yellow surroundings, a hint of fragrance wafted from outside.
She got up from the bed and walked out of the hall under the snow.
Fran was bringing out breakfast.
Lewell was reading the newspaper in his hands.
It was nothing more than some daily life inside the wall.
Fran saw the snow and got up from the bed.
He teased,
"Yo, little brat. Your eyes are dark. Didn't you sleep well last night?”
Under the Snow pouted. I didn't sleep well because of you.
"That's right. I don't know why there's the sound of a pig sleeping at night.”
"That noise is so noisy that I can't sleep!”
Under the Snow mocked.
However, Fran didn't know if he was really stupid or if he was faking it.
He looked up and pondered for a moment.
"Pigs squawk. I don't remember anyone raising pigs around here.”
"No one can afford to raise pigs in this damn place!”
Liweir's hand paused as he stared at Fran for a while.
That expression seemed to be saying,'Are you serious?'
Under the Snow looked at him, dumbfounded.
Fran saw that the two of them were looking at him strangely.
Then, he remembered.
Under the Snow was calling him a pig.
In his anger, he rolled up his sleeves.
When he arrived next to Under the Snow, he threw a punch.
Under the snow, his martial strength was not as good as Fran's, and he was instantly beaten up.
After breakfast, the two of them laughed and laughed.
If not for Liweir coming out to stop the two.
The houses had probably been demolished by them.
After breakfast, Fran washed the dishes and walked out of the kitchen.
He seemed to have thought of something.
"Oh right, little brat. Let me show you your room."
Fran came to a room that he had tidied up this morning.
When she opened it, she realized that it had been cleaned up.
There was also a single bed, a desk, and a chair.
Then, there was nothing else.
Under the Snow looked at the small room in front of her happily.
He smiled contentedly and said,"
"I finally have my own house!!”
Then, he quickly ran inside.
She threw herself onto the bed.
After a while, he said,
"Fran, thank you!"
Fran was obviously not used to these words of gratitude.
Because no one had ever told him so sincerely before.
He scratched his head and curled his lips.
"Tsk, I'm only doing this once because you're injured.”
"And the bed was given by Liweir. If you want to thank someone, thank him.”
Under the Snow's eyes lit up as she shouted towards the door,"
"Thank you, Liweir!"
The newspapers had long been taken away by him, but Li Wei had a dagger in his hand.
He sneered expressionlessly,"
"Tsk! Little ghosts are little ghosts."
As he spoke, he continued to maintain his dagger.
Fran smiled and then said seriously,"
"Brat, if you want to survive in this underground street of the capital, you have to be careful.”
"From today onwards, we will teach you combat techniques.”
"When necessary, we will let you kill! After all, in the underground streets of the capital, if one wasn't ruthless enough.”
"If you are not cold enough, you will be eliminated. Do you understand?"
Fran looked at the snow with a solemn face, hoping to see the expression he wanted on his face.
Under the Snow also knew that Fran was talking about something very cruel.
This was how the world was like. Life was in an era of war and chaos, where people could not eat or live.
Commoners could only become playthings that nobles, merchants, and the royal family could manipulate at will.
Only when you are strong can you decide your own fate.
Under the Snow nodded seriously.
In his tone, he said with a serious tone,
"I know, Fran."
Fran smiled,
"Alright, don't be so serious.”
"You'd better go through our strict training first!”
"Moreover, I don't have anything to do today. I have to knead you properly!”
Under the snow, she looked at Fran's devilish smile under the dim light.
It was even worse.
Under the Snow couldn't help but swallow.
To be honest, in his previous life, he really did not suffer much.
However, he had to persevere no matter what.
He was a man with a system.
Fran came to the hall and looked at Liweir, who was wiping his dagger.
"Liweir, let me teach him the basics for a period of time!”
"As for the advanced training, you will be in charge.”
Liweir didn't say anything, but Fran, who had been with him for many years, knew what he was trying to say.
This kind of situation was usually tacitly approved.
Fran looked at the snow and smiled sinisterly.
Then, he looked at the clock on the wall.
"Brat, let's gather outside in half an hour.”
"Let me be your instructor, you thief hahahaha.”
....
Half an hour passed quickly.
At this time, the snow had already changed its location.
When he arrived outside, he was surrounded by old houses.
There was a huge empty space in the middle.
The people who lived around them were the people who occasionally robbed houses with Liweir and Fran.
Fran walked out of the house with a little kid.
They surrounded him curiously.
He didn't know what they wanted to do.
"Yo, Fran. What are you doing! It felt like he was going to give this little brat special training.”
A voice came from the right side of the two.
Under the Snow and Fran turned to look.
Under the Snow was stunned.
He knew this person. It was the man whose legs were about to collapse from not being in the sun for a long time before the beginning of the Wuhui's Choice.
When Fran gave him the money, he also brought a lot of private goods.
The man had short brown hair.
At this time, her face was still a little tender.
She was wearing a white shirt with a red sandwich.
Fran had some impression of him.
"Ah! It's Yang. Liweir and I picked this kid up yesterday.”
"He's pitiful, so Liweir and I took him in.”
"We don't plan to train him, you know. We have trash here!"
Fran said in a relaxed tone.
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