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Volume II: The Green Coat

The most beautiful love in the world is to stay together tirelessly, to misunderstand without gaps, and not to abandon each other when disaster comes. May you get it.

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I don't know who I am. And why is it here?

All I know is that I have to be more ruthless than the ferocious beasts that covet me.

Fortunately, I had a scimitar in my hand, and I carried a fire sickle and salt in my arms.

I found a shelter for myself at the bottom of the valley and set up a shelter on the cliff against the cliff, and dragged the sick tiger that had been hacked to death two days ago outside the hut, thinking that it was going to be cold, and I had to skin the tiger and make a cover for myself.

As I fumbled around how to cut the knife without destroying the integrity of the tiger skin, another thought crossed my mind.

The big snake I caught yesterday was still hanging on the branches, and I opened its chamber and took out the snake gall bladder to use it in medicine, and the snake meat could be cut into snake soup, and if the soup was sprinkled with a little peach petals, it would be even more delicious.

The steaming snake soup in his head flashed with the slender hands of the fingers holding the bowl.

What's wrong with me? Strange thoughts pop into my head from time to time.

I suspect that's my old memory. However, I couldn't grasp the sporadic fragments that popped up out of nowhere.

As it grew dark, I looked up at the towering cliffs around me, and once again dismissed the idea of climbing up.

In fact, it is not bad to live alone in this uninhabited valley. There is always a rabbit and pheasant who come to send them to death, so you don't have to worry about food. Even the water that was drunk was inexhaustible. Now that I have tiger skins and solved the problem of keeping out the cold, I have nothing to worry about.

It's just that the bottom of this valley is quiet, and there is not even anyone to talk to. After all, when it gets dark, the bottom of the valley is dark and makes people feel madly panicked, either the sound of the wind or the cry of wild beasts, which is strange and scary to hear. If only I could have a company.

Hey, people just don't have contentment.

God heard this greedy thought in my heart, and in the middle of the night I was in a daze in the shack and was about to fall asleep, when a living creature fell from the sky and almost fell on me. Fortunately, I turned over at the time, otherwise, I would have become the wronged head of the back.

Fortunately, my mattress was thickly spread, and I was able to find the hay at the bottom of the valley, and even the rabbit's nest at the corner of the eastern valley slope, which was a hundred times drier than the ones I had picked up by the spring.

If it weren't for the half-man-tall hay and the shack I built that saved the guy's life, he would have died.

However, he doesn't seem to be far from death.

When I turned him over, it was a blur of flesh and blood, even worse than when I woke up from the bottom. However, he was luckier than me and met me, who knew how to heal.

I guess I must have been a girl before I fell into this valley, and I accidentally fell down while collecting medicine. 【】Otherwise, how can I heal?

Fortunately, his injuries were all skin wounds, cut by his sword, and some of them were scratched by rocks in the woods when he fell. He's just like me, he's a big man.

There were herbs in the valley, and I had been mixing in the valley for a long time, and I had already figured out what was going on in it, and within ten days he had woken up under my careful healing.

At that time, after I fed him the medicine, I looked at the stains on his face and felt that it was an eyesore, but in fact, I also wanted to see what the person I saved looked like, so I dipped a silk in spring water to clean his face, just wiped it out, and was looking at his eyebrows, but I didn't expect this guy to open his eyes.

Tsk, those handsome eyes are like a whirlpool in a secluded pool, and people can't help but be dragged in.

"Hell!"

Before I could speak, he suddenly screamed and moved his body into the hay.

I held up the wet handkerchief and was stunned for a moment, only to realize that the guy I had worked so hard to save was actually talking about me - a ghost.

Fortunately, he was injured and could not move. Otherwise, I would have been kicked out of the bed by him the moment he opened his eyes.

What a jerk.

I grimaced, threw the veil into the half gourd ladle filled with water, and left the fellow, still terrified, and turned out of the hut.

Looking at the tiger skin hanging on the branch, I pondered the words of the guy repeatedly, and I felt the need to confirm whether I was a ghost or not.

A hundred paces away from where I lived, there was a spring of hot water. I walked over with half a gourd scoop, scooped up a scoop of water, and waited a while before leaning my face over.

An ugly face was reflected in the water, crisscrossed by several hideous scars crisscrossing each cheek. Only a pair of big eyes seem to have fog, and it looks pitiful.

I touched the red plum blossom between my eyebrows with my hand, and it was smooth as if it had grown from the inside, which was very beautiful. But with this scar on his face, he really looks like a female ghost.

No wonder the guy was frightened, even I felt terrible when I saw this ugly look. He is a person who has just returned from a circle of the ghost gate, and it is inevitable that he will suspect that he has arrived in the underworld. He said that I was a ghost, and it was understandable.

Thinking about it that way, I don't get angry.

He poured the water from the scoop and slowly walked towards the shack.

This guy fell from the sky and gave it to me, and he looks strangely good. Although he was injured and spoke disrespectfully to me, after all, he was the one who wanted to spend his days with me in this valley, and he should not be frightened. So he found a veil and covered his face, just to cover the scar under his eyes, and I guess he would not call me a ghost when he saw me like this.

I dug a hole behind the shack and hid some of the food I had hunted, and I thought that the boy must be hungry for a few days, so I took out a pheasant from the hole, blew it with hot spring water, cleaned its entrails and threw it into a broken clay pot to make soup for him.

This is the pheasant that I have caught with great difficulty, and I am thinking that I will eat the rabbit meat in two days, and it seems that it will be cheaper today.

While I was tinkering with dinner, I quietly peered into the shack to observe the movement. Fortunately, he seemed to be asleep, and he didn't hear the irritability of him pulling hay for a long time.

When the soup is ready, the sun will go down.

This is not good in the valley, the sun is blocked by the towering cliffs, and it gets dark early.

I lit another bonfire outside the hut to keep out wild beasts and to light up.

I brought the pheasant soup into the shack, and the light of the jumping fire flickered on the boy's face, and I saw his thick eyelashes flutter, which was so beautiful.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, and after a long time he said, "Girl, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to say that about you just now." Thank you for saving me!"

I listened to him speak quite brightly, and I was still a little angry, but at this moment I softened my heart, and lowered my eyes to accept his apology.

I stood with my back lit, and when I looked down at him, he seemed embarrassed about what had offended me, and turned his head inside to stop looking at me.

If you don't look at it, you won't look at it, who is still rare for you to look at me! Walking up to him with some hot chicken soup, I was in a dilemma for a while.

There is no spoon for soup in the valley, and it is really not easy for him to drink soup now.

I put the soup on a large rock that I usually use as a table, and wanted to sit up with him and lean against the cliff wall so that I could drink the soup by myself.

As soon as my hand touched his clothes, he struggled as if he had been pricked by a needle, and once again uttered insulting words.

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