Occasionally, the rocks fall off and make a crisp crashing sound, echoing in the mountain stream.

Half of her body was suspended in the air, and she was clinging to a loose rock with both hands, and the next moment she would fall into a cliff.

When they see this situation, the timid will scream, and the bold will immediately pounce to save people.

But now the man let out an exclamation and pounced, but the words and movements of the question were strange.

He didn't pull her up immediately, but pressed her hand and pinched the purple fairy plant in her hand.

He crouched in front of him, and the sunlight was blocked, casting a shadow over Miss Jun.

Miss Jun could also see his face clearly.

He was about twenty-twelve years old, his complexion was not fair, but shiny and delicate, with a high nose and bright eyes, and he was outstanding.

He squatted down at this time, still not small.

He had a straw rope wrapped around his waist, a rabbit hanging from him, and an axe pinned to him.

There was still blood on the axe.

I don't know if it's a cut rabbit or something else.

Miss Jun's gaze returned to his face.

"I'm about to fall, Childe, can you pull me up?" She said.

There was no urgency, no annoyance, and no fear, as if she was talking about the weather today.

The man in front of him smiled, his smile was warm and a little uninhibited, this uninhibited did not make people feel offensive, but added a few different styles.

"Okay." He said, and after saying this, his long arm strained.

Miss Jun was easily picked up, and he also stood up and led her back.

before leaving here. The rocks here fell with a thud.

The man snorted.

"It's dangerous." He said, patting his chest, as if greatly frightened. "You almost fell."

yes, it's dangerous.

Miss Jun looked at her right hand, which was still being held by him.

The man's hand has thick joints, a broad and powerful palm, and thin calluses on his fingers.

"yes, thank you so much." She said, looking down.

"What do you do? How did you get here? The man asked curiously.

"I'm a medicine picker." Miss Jun said softly, raising her eyes to look at the man, "Is Childe from here?" ”

Why did you happen to be here?

The man smiled slightly.

"I'm a woodcutter." He said loudly. His left hand patted the axe on his waist.

Miss Jun saluted again.

"Thank you for saving your life." She said.

The man hurriedly raised his hand to stop it.

"No, you can't say that." "It's just a matter of hands." ”

Miss Jun did not speak again. His gaze fell on the man's hand, which was still being held.

There is a saying that the grace of saving lives is promised by oneself.

The delicate little women on the stage were rescued by the righteous son, and they said such things and offered their hearts to this son.

There are also ruffians in the market who catch the little woman from nowhere, and say such things as a fierce swagger through the market. No one dares to care.

This is a matter of course. It's also a helpless thing.

She didn't speak, and there was silence between the two.

Barren mountains and mountains, a beautiful little woman, a young woodcutter with an axe, this silence makes the atmosphere a little weird.

Just as Miss Jun was about to speak again, her right hand was suddenly flipped over, her arm suddenly numb, and her tightly held hand was released.

Don't wait for her to whisper. The hand holding her hand also moved away, catching the fallen purple fairy plant.

"Alright. A little thing, not enough to worry about. He said loudly, waving his hand to Miss Jun with a bit of randomness, and turned around in a dashing manner.

Miss Jun looked at the purple fairy strain that he was holding.

"This son." She said.

The man's figure paused, frowned and turned back.

"Do you want this herb to cure the disease or to sell it for money?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

The man smiled.

"You mean this flower?" He said, shaking the Ziying Immortal Plant in his hand, "I haven't thought about this yet, it's my thing anyway, I'll talk about it slowly when I go back." ”

Miss Jun looked at him, at his strong figure, and at the bloody axe at his waist.

"But I picked it." She said.

She shouldn't have said this, but she still wanted to say it, although she wasn't rational enough, she didn't know if she had died once, and she especially didn't want to say to herself that the future would be long.

The coming day is long, and some things are not in a hurry.

It's a long time coming, and some things are gone, and I'll look for them later.

But who knows if there will be a day in the next moment.

She has been taken care of by her master for six years, and there is no return, and it is impossible to avenge her father in the future, and when she climbs mountains and mountains just to find the Ziying Immortal Plant.

Hearing her say this, the smile on the man's face gradually dissipated, and the originally warm aura suddenly disappeared, just like the axe pinned to his waist, exuding blood.

"Do you know if you should say that?" He said, looking at the little girl standing on the hillside who seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind.

Barren mountains and mountains, a lonely little girl, not to mention robbing her of a flower, what about the person who robbed her?

He could pull her up and throw her off the cliff.

Now the little girl, if she doesn't know how to repay her, she is getting more and more inches.

Besides, can this be called robbery?

"However, this purple fairy plant was indeed picked by me." Miss Jun said again.

The man's face became even more gloomy.

"Little girl, you're wrong." "I picked it," he said. ”

"I picked it." Miss Jun said.

It's like a pointless verbal argument between children, yours and mine, yours and mine.

The man stepped over, like a mountain, and threw a huge pressure, and the wind he carried almost blew Miss Jun down.

Miss Jun really fell.

It wasn't that she was frightened or blown by the wind, but that her foot was injured when she was kicking the cliff, and she sat on the ground at this time, and the corners of her skirt showed blood.

He didn't cut her down with an axe, he didn't pick her up and throw her into a cliff, and certainly didn't pity her when he saw her fall.

"Think about it." The man said viciously, "If it weren't for me, would you be dead?" If you die, will the flower still be yours? ”

He pointed to the ground.

"If you die, this flower will be thrown here, and whoever picks it up will be theirs."

Then he squatted down and looked at Miss Jun, his thick eyebrows furrowed.

"Are you still unreasonable?"

Miss Jun looked at him, as if she didn't know what to say.

"But." She stretched out her hand and pointed behind her, "I was over there just now, and I died over there, so the flower will fall with me, so it makes sense to ......"

She looked at the man in front of her with a serious expression.

"You can't pick it up either."

The man glared, annoyance on his face, and raised his punching bag-sized fist.

Miss Jun didn't close her eyes, and looked at the sandbag-sized fist and shook it in that direction.

"But I just pinched this purple eye." He said, "If you fall down, it won't fall either, so I picked it up anyway." ”

Miss Jun immediately shook her head.

"I'll never let go of my fall." She said, "Either it falls with me, or it is torn in two by me, then this Ziying Immortal Plant is still not yours." ”

The punching bag's big fist stopped in front of her nose.

"Little girl, I must have a way to get you to let go when you fall, do you believe it or not?" The man said viciously, and with a flick of his other hand, the axe pinned to his waist was snapped at Miss Jun's side, grazing the corners of her skirt, splashing dust and gravel.

Miss Jun stopped talking.

"Why are you so unreasonable at such a young age." The man said, filled with righteous indignation, "It's really unusual. (To be continued.) )