readx; It was my hay that helped the abuse, and the fire grew stronger and stronger, and the billowing smoke choked me so much that I could no longer take a step forward, and when I saw my only shelter turn to ashes, the kung fu master who was in a daze was gone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Trapped at the bottom of the valley, I don't know who my name is, and I am disfigured, and even the bastard who fell from the sky will be wiped out, God is going to kill me!

I looked up to the sky and was speechless.

But a voice behind him asked, "Why don't you put out the fire?"

It turns out that God still favors me. Although the home is gone, there is a coolie left.

I suppressed the joy in my eyes and glared back at him fiercely.

The burning of my house has nothing to do with this disciple.

Sure enough, when he saw that the raging fire burning in my eyes was no less powerful than the fire behind me, he pulled the corners of his mouth very embarrassedly and explained shyly: "I—I just want to cook a meal." ”

He held up the branch in his hand and shook it.

Dude, are you cooking here? You just want my life!

I huffed and knocked out the firewood from his hand, wondering where it would be safer to sleep at night.

The peach tree in front of the shack was burned bare. I suddenly remembered my most valuable belonging--- that tiger skin. I remember hanging on the fork of the tree when I went out, could it be that it burned out?

I didn't cry when my house burned, but the tiger skin was gone, but my heart hurt like someone with a knife.

It's nothing else, it's going to be cold when I see it, and I can only wait to freeze to death without cold clothes.

The tiger skin, which I had worked so hard to obtain, was burned by that guy like this, and tears flowed down my eyes, and it seemed that God threw a scourge down on me.

When the guy saw me crying, he thought that I was because of this shack, so he came to me and persuaded me: "This shack can neither cover the wind nor the rain, so it will burn, and I will help you build another one." ”

I didn't bother to pay attention to him. Throw him a roll of the eyes and walk towards the spring.

The plan now is to find another tiger before the winter, bluff it into eating my quenched rabbit meat, and wait for it to be sick and crooked before killing Mou Skin.

Thinking about it like this, my heart is not as panicked as before.

When the man saw that I was not crying, he followed me.

I could hear his panting voice heavy, and I knew that he was still weak and couldn't walk too fast.

Because he was still annoyed in his heart, he deliberately walked fast, and when he reached the spring and turned back, he was gone.

Although it has nothing to do with me whether he lives or dies, there are only two of us in the valley, and he is alive, so he is also a companion.

I washed my face, took a few sips of water with my hands in my hands, and went back to him.

When I was about to get to the point of fire, the scene in front of me made my lungs explode.

The guy was walking around with my tiger skin, looking like he was looking for a place to hide.

You can't have the heart to hurt others, and you can't have the heart to defend people.

I don't remember who I am, but I'm not stupid.

I saved him, but he burned my shack and tried to take my tiger skin, so he who doesn't know how to learn about Entu is not a good bird!

In addition to the birds and beasts in the valley, it is me and him, and I guess he is more difficult to deal with than the tiger, and I can't fight him hard.

Outwit everything.

If he has a way to get out of this valley, it's fine, and I'll be sure to take care of my injuries and leave. In case he can't find a way out like me and stays in this valley to be my neighbor, then I will be easily harmed by him if I tear my face with him.

After all, I can't beat him in terms of size.

Thinking like this, I suppressed my anger and turned to avoid him, but unfortunately he found me.

"Well, girl, you have come just in time, and we will sleep here at night! This place is leeward, light a fire, and spread a tiger skin for the night, and build a shack tomorrow." ”

I was stunned, wondering if he was seeing me find out his secret and covering up his actions, or if he was sincere.

The sun was again blocked out of the valley by the cliff, and it was dark when it was dark.

When he said this, he kept staring into my eyes, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

I thought he might have thought of me as his "Wei'er" again, and I didn't like it, so I lowered my eyes and avoided his gaze, and nodded, agreeing to sleep here for the time being.

Probably to make up for his mistake in burning the house, he dragged his injured body to make a fire diligently, and roasted half of the rabbit meat and ate it between the two.

His fingers are slender, and his movements are very graceful when he tears rabbit meat, like the son of a large family. But how did he get here?

I didn't bother to speak, but I stole a few glances at his delicate hand while eating meat.

He was very talkative, and asked me several questions in a row.

I know he must still be suspicious that I'm his Violet.

He all said that his Vale was dead. Can the dead be brought back to life?

I wanted to take off the veil that was inconvenient to eat and scare him, but then I thought about it.

If he runs away in fright, I'll have to think of something else.

When he saw that I did not speak, he assumed that I was dumb. There was pity in his eyes.

I hated the way he looked, threw down my gnawed bones, and slept on a tiger skin with my back to him.

The night in the valley is never quiet.

When the moon comes out, the creatures that can't see the light also begin to move.

The campfire crackled, and the jumping flames reflected my slender figure on the cliff face.

"What are you doing?"

He was startled by my big movement and woke up from the hay.

I strangled the hemp rope from his wrist again and smiled with satisfaction.

This guy wanted the carp to stand up, but I didn't realize that his feet were tied to me too.

He jumped and fell.

I pressed my elbow his stomach, and he finally stopped struggling. He snorted in pain.

This guy really has a backbone, and he didn't scream even when his face turned blue in pain.

"What are you doing here, little mute?" he glared at me with wide-eyed disbelief.

Who is the little mute? I picked up the cutlass on the ground and rested it under his neck, the blade against his skin.

I want him to understand that if I try hard, I can cut his veins and kill him instantly.

A chill flashed in his gaze, and I didn't feel a chill in the back of my neck.

"Little mute, put the knife down, is there some misunderstanding between us!"

I pulled the corners of my mouth and said to myself: This is not a misunderstanding. You burned my house and stole my tiger skin, all of which I saw with my own eyes. Maybe tomorrow you'll kill me if you don't like me.

Instead of worrying, it is better to subdue you first, so that I can live in peace.

I'm holding you for your own good.

I was thinking about it when I heard the sound of a rope breaking behind him. Before I could react, he had snatched the knife and pressed my people under him.

He touched a bloody streak on his neck, gritted his teeth and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

I was angry that I was stupid, and the obvious victory made people turn the tables in an instant, and I heard this guy mock me for being ugly, and I felt a pain in my heart, and I lost my mind.

I hadn't spoken for months, and suddenly I shouted at him, "Do you say I'm a human or a ghost?

When I woke up, I found that my throat had been hurt by something, and my voice was dull and rough.

He was also taken aback by my voice, and only after a while did he ask, "So you're not dumb?"

You're dumb!

I used my killer tactics to attack him at the most important places.

(To be continued.) )