Ling Zikai walked over slowly, bent down to pick up the barbecue that the other party had thrown away, patted the dirt on it with his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely while chewing: "Well, it's so fragrant!"

Under the firelight, Ling Zikai's hair was stained with fragments of leaves, his delicate face was covered with mud and dust, and there were several scars on his forehead with thorns, faintly oozing blood. The eyes flashed with sparkles. Swallowing the roast meat in his mouth, he pretended to be relaxed and asked:

"Can you give me another piece?"

Du Juan looked at Ling Zikai in a daze, his teeth biting his lower lip tightly, and he didn't say a word. After a long time, two lines of hot tears burst out of their eyes, threw away the dagger in their hands, and let out an "ah" scream in their throats, and the whole person pounced on Ling Zikai.

Ling Zikai didn't dodge, and let her hug him tightly.

Maybe he had encountered too much fear and loneliness, danger and loneliness in the jungle for more than a month, or he had suppressed too much pain in his heart, but he was relieved of his anger, and his helplessness was released at this moment, so that the cuckoo couldn't help but cry out loud.

The warm and plump body rushed into his arms with the fragrance of the girl, which made Ling Zikai's heart flutter. He caressed her trembling shoulders with his hand, and didn't know how to comfort her, and a cold sentence came out of his mouth: "If you don't feel happy crying, you can bite me!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder, Ling Zikai took a breath of cold air and grinned, "You belong to a dog! ”

Hearing this, the cuckoo burst into laughter, let go of Ling Zikai's body, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I was too excited just now!"

"Don't say I'm sorry, it's a beautiful pleasure to be hugged by beautiful women!"

The cuckoo's face turned red and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm your godsister!"

Ling Zikai wanted to say something, but the words came to his lips and swallowed them back, snorted and said, "What smells?

"Ouch, my roast pheasant!"

The cuckoo screamed, turned and ran to the campfire. I saw the roast poultry on the fire, which had been roasted like black coal, and was smoking.

The cuckoo hurriedly took down the pheasant, put it on a piece of birch bark and kept patting, and shouted in his mouth: "It's all your fault, you don't come early or late, but when the mountain is about to be roasted, it appears, a good roast chicken is like this, how to eat it." This is the pheasant I caught with great difficulty!"

What the cuckoo said sounded like he was complaining, but what appeared between his eyebrows was extremely happy, how could he be a little angry.

Ling Zikai saw that although the skin of the pheasant was burnt black, but when the burnt skin was peeled off, the tender meat exposed inside was even more full of fragrance, so he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, tore off a chicken leg, and ate it even with the burnt skin.

"Slow down, don't burn your tongue! ”

When the cuckoo saw that he had eaten the chicken leg in a few strokes, he handed over the other chicken leg in his hand that had been burned.

Ling Zikai was not polite, and took it and ate it. I don't know if it's because I'm hungry, or if this pheasant is originally delicious, Ling Zikai only felt that it was the first time in his life to eat such tender meat, and he said with some regret while eating: "It would be more refreshing if there was a bottle of beer to eat now!"

The cuckoo smiled and said, "When I return to the sea of clouds, I will roast you an authentic Wuzhen chicken to ensure that you are hungry!"

Ling Zikai's eyes lit up, and he asked curiously, "What is Wuzhen Chicken?"

"I'll keep it a secret from you first!"

The cuckoo glanced mischievously at Ling Zikai.

After not seeing him for more than a month, the cuckoo was noticeably thinner, his eyes were sunken, his cheeks became protruding, and his complexion was a little dark. The only thing that hasn't changed is that the eyes are still so clear.

"You're alright!"

Swallowing the last piece of meat, Ling Zikai burped and asked.

Du Juan nodded, looked at Ling Zikai and asked, "Why did you come here?"

Ling Zikai said: "I received a call from Mayor Wu Dashan, saying that you have been digging ginseng seedlings in the mountains for more than a month and have not heard any news. I'm afraid something will happen to you, so I'm here to take a look. ”

Du Juan looked at Ling Zikai silently and said in a low voice, "Do you care about me very much?"

Ling Zikai was silent for a moment and said, "I know that you came into the mountains to dig ginseng seedlings to earn more money and pay off my father's debts. As the old saying goes, the father pays the debt to the son! This was originally my responsibility, but now I let you take on it as a girl, do you think I can not come!"

There was a different kind of charm in the cuckoo's gaze, and he said, "Have you decided?"

Ling Zikai nodded and said, "Before coming to the sea of clouds, I resigned!"

Seeing that the cuckoo didn't show any special performance when he heard this, he couldn't help but wonder: "Why don't you feel a little surprised!"

The cuckoo glanced at him and said, "Isn't it strange? I said last time I sent you away from the sea of clouds, you will definitely come back." Because you are the guardian of the mountain, your life has been fused with this thousand miles of mountain, and you will never be able to give it up! Now it's okay, I can make it easy in the future!"

Ling Zikai hurriedly said: "Don't expect me to run the forest farm! Tell you, I'm just here to help you pay off your father's debts, and this forest farm still needs you to inherit." ”

The cuckoo gave him a blank look and said, "What, I'm worried that I'll suspect that you're here to fight for property?"

Then he mocked and said: "In this way, should you write me a deed of sale, which says that Ling Zikai is willing to sell his life to Cuckoo as a slave to repay his father's debts today!"

Seeing that Ling Zikai was a little overwhelmed by what he said, he sneered and laughed: "Okay, my stupid brother, no matter who the forest farm belongs to in the future, I won't leave, I'm kidding you!"

As he spoke, he diverted the conversation and asked, "By the way, how did you find here?"

"I found some traces of you in the mountain stream, so I searched all the way. ”

"Ahh

"What's wrong?

"I left it on purpose, if I follow the trail, you will arrive at a cave with a litter of bears! ”

Ling Zikai was dumbfounded when he heard this, but he didn't expect that it was also a trap laid by the cuckoo.

"Haven't you touched the bear?" asked the cuckoo curiously.

"I ran into it, and I got into a fight with a black bear. ”

"Can you beat the bear?"

"Don't you believe it?" Ling Zikai saw that Du Juan's eyes widened in disbelief, and finally found a little confidence in his heart, and he was not afraid of blowing through the cowhide, and said proudly: "You don't want to think about who I am! As a guardian, who am I afraid of in this big mountain!"

"Hmm!"

Hearing this, the cuckoo did not refute, but instead showed a pious expression and nodded: "The inheritance of the ancestral god is supreme and omnipotent!

Ling Zikai was a little depressed, in the eyes of others, he was just a stand-in!

"I heard that you robbed a treasure from the White Tiger Gang, so they chased after you?"

The cuckoo was stunned and asked, "What baby?"

Ling Zikai told him what Han Tai said.

The cuckoo was confused when he heard this, and said, "I'm still wondering why the people of the White Tiger Gang are staring at me! No wonder after entering the mountains, I found that people were following me, and at first I didn't know that they were members of the White Tiger Gang, thinking that they were some shameless people who wanted to bully me a weak woman, so I played hide and seek with them in the woods, trying to get rid of them. Who knew that later, there were more and more of them, and seeing that they were about to be surrounded, they had to run into the Tigger Stream, and they must not dare to chase them in for a while!"

Then he asked in bewilderment, "Where did I get any treasure, and why did they frame me?"

"Did you have any holiday with the White Tiger Gang before?"

The cuckoo was silent for a while, shook his head, and said, "There shouldn't be!"

Ling Zikai also felt that things were a little strange, but he couldn't figure out the key to it, so he said:

"Is this Tigger Stream really scary? I don't feel any danger!"

"That's because you've just come in, and you haven't really known its true face! There are a lot of fierce beasts hidden in it, bears you've seen, wild boars, leopards, pythons, and it is said that there are Siberian tigers! Also, beware of a kind of black bee, although it looks small, but it all appears in groups, and it is poisonous, and if you are stung by it, you will get hot and dizzy. ”

After a pause, the cuckoo said in a solemn tone: "Actually, these beasts are not terrible, after all, people now have guns in their hands, and no matter how powerful the animals are, they can't resist the attack of bullets." What's really terrifying is the white mist that wafts everywhere in this mountain stream, because they are poisonous!"

"What?" Ling Zikai was taken aback and asked, "You mean these white mist are poisonous?"

Cuckoo nodded and said, "That's right!." In other words, these white mist are miasma! If you stay in it for a long time, you will be poisoned. ”

"How long can I stay in there at most without being poisoned?" Ling Zikai stammered.

"Generally speaking, as long as you enter a mountain stream and breathe into the mist, you have already been poisoned. ”

"Then, are we already poisoned?" Ling Zikai's face turned a little pale, and he said eagerly.

Du Juan looked at Ling Zikai and nodded, and said curiously, "It should be, didn't you know that the miasma here was poisonous before you came in?"

Ling Zikai almost scolded Su Guoer's eighteenth generation ancestors in his heart. At that time, Su Guoer just said to himself that he must not come in, but he didn't even tell himself about such an important thing as the miasma was poisonous, he was really angry. Lao Tzu is only twenty-four years old this year, and he hasn't even touched a woman's body, I'm afraid I'm going to finish playing!

Du Juan looked at Ling Zikai, whose face was blue and white for a while, and said lightly: "In order to come in to find me, he put his life on the line." Do you regret it now?"