Sure enough, under the gesture of her constant hand-beating and pointing to the small sacrificial pit, the shengbo man put away the knife.

He followed her gesture and walked to the pit where she was pointing.

Of course, Lou Yun had already understood her request.

If you want to spend the night in her cave, you have to find out the contents of the hole for her.

He was already wondering, what was she looking for here?

Since he has a place for her, of course he doesn't mind helping her do a small thing, and then solves his own doubts by the way.

The smoke in the pit, though extinguished, was stronger than if he was standing a few paces away.

She could feel that he was holding his breath before he reached the edge of the pit.

She knew that he didn't need her reminder to understand the proportions.

In addition to secretly praising in her heart, she also tried her best to hide her vigilance against this man in case of a sudden drug attack, and explained to him by analogy:

The roots of the plants in the pit are aphrodisiacs, but the leaves are the antidote.

Then she stretched out her right hand to him.

She could see that the half-civilized man in the moonlight was surprised at first, and then a smile flashed in his eyes, and he should have understood her intentions.

He looked at the right sleeve of her soaking wet Mai that she had reached out.

In the moonlight, he was equally careful not to approach her.

Of course, he understood that since the woman was wearing a pair of boots that would protect her, he could not be sure that she was safe.

Although she is now taking the initiative to show overtures.

He poked his neck slightly, lowered his head and pressed his face closer to her cuffs.

He smelled the scent of grass ash in the vapor.

Moment. I don't know if he did it on purpose, she saw the corners of his eyes tilted over and stared at her. There was a vague smile in his eyes.

His eyes made her heart skip a beat.

At the same time, he grabbed her water-soaked sackcloth sleeve and wiped it on his face, covering his own eyes.

It also covered her eyes that were more and more crystal clear in the moonlight.

Lou Yun secretly laughed at his loss of consciousness just now.

Perhaps four years as an official in Quanzhou made him almost forget his old life in the mountains. And sneaking into Fusang Zhuma Temple this time is not the same as sneaking into the border of Jinguo.

For him. It's just a distraction for sightseeing.

So, he took advantage of this rare leisure time now. I couldn't help but provoke her just now.

In his opinion, it's just a game of youth.

- He was greeting her.

Unexpectedly, he himself was in a trance.

Just now he looked at the woman's eyes, and a ridiculous thought suddenly rose in his heart:

Really followed this woman back to the cave. Spending the night with her isn't a bad thing either.

She also tried to composure, listening to her heartbeat calm down.

She slowly withdrew her hand, inch by inch, and pulled the cuffs out of his hand as if nothing had happened.

She whispered to herself in her heart: Stretching out her sleeves to him was to ensure safety, and she didn't need to suddenly remember her and Wang Shiqiang at this time.

remembered the scene when she and him walked hand in hand to listen to the tide, sitting on the beach and watching the moon in the sky......

I don't know why, these old things that have been forgotten suddenly come to mind. Was it just because she had met a strange man?

Just by him smiling at it, her mind was actually confused.

Obviously, the man in front of her couldn't even speak Da Song at all, how could she remember her old lover......

Maybe she remembered. It's just a heartbeat that once had.

She comforted herself, perhaps remembering the way her first lover looked at her when they first met that year.

And she always had a secret hobby in the past, and she hasn't had time to tell Wang Shiqiang:

She always likes to see the moonlight rising in the sky from his eyes......

So she has been waiting, waiting for the day when he will come with the pair of jade bracelets to ask for marriage. Because the exquisite texture of mutton fat jade will shine in the light of the night, the hazy moonlight......

Merely. None of this qiē will ever be achieved again.

……

Lou Yun sensed that her feelings were low.

It seems that because he has just approached the temptation = temptation, intentionally or unintentionally, it has touched her mind.

I don't know who she remembered and what happened......

But on the surface, nothing has changed for her.

She carefully covered her mouth and nose with her left sleeve, reached out from the pit, and gently picked up a few pieces of burned cigarette roots.

She held the dead branch to the brightest part of the moonlight, and motioned for him to take a closer look.

She pointed to the burnt veins and mesophyll on it, which, though burnt out, still retained the shape of the root and the original oval tobacco leaves, and she motioned to him:

She needs such leaves.

He needs it too.

Lou Yun tilted his head to look at her.

Her eyes were bright, but the corners of her lips were tightly pursed, and there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes.

He smiled suddenly, and held out his fingers, as if to take the leaf from her hand to take a closer look.

She was about to explain that the grass branch was brittle and would shatter if touched too much, when his fingertips flicked the fragile leaves.

In an instant, the whole dark brown cigarette root burst like a firework, crumbling into a carbon-gray wafer that was finer than Shaluo.

She subconsciously held it, and the broken gold of the moonlight fell on her hand.

In her daze, he saw half of her face under the cover of grass juice through the handful of broken gold light in her palm.

The skin is as clean as jade, the green curved eyebrows inlaid on the jade skin, the well-chiseled nose, the slightly upturned red lips, and the bright eyes that are more dazzling than the moonlight.

Like a mountain spirit.

He seemed to hear again on the sea, and the head thief of the official trick he admired was blowing a wisp of Xiao sound, whimpering, like the complaint of a woman in the mountain wind, which always caused him to sing alone in the room when he was drunk:

"If anyone is a mountain......

Take the red leopard from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car is tied to the laurel flag. was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he thought about it......"

(It's as if someone is passing through a valley.) She drove the red leopard in front of her, followed by the beaver. Her chariot was woven with Xinyi flowers, and the flying flags were made of osmanthus flowers. Orchids are woven into her dress, and she wears a crested crest of azaleas. So beautiful she folded a flower. To whom did you place a piece of lovesickness...... ）

-- It was a faint memory that he had long been buried in the Southwest Mountains.

The woman he once fell in love with.

In the moonlit woods, half-human-tall thatch makes waves in the mountain wind.

The place where the fighting and screaming of the Fuso mountain people and the living people sounded sounded, as if it was far away from the endless sea. When the voice reached her and his, it was as soft as the sigh of a night bird.

She felt him leaning too close, and when she looked sideways at him, he lowered his head. He looked at the sacrificial pit.

He half-knelt by the altar and probed his scabbard directly into the sparks deep inside the altar.

Because you don't have to worry about burning your hands. He rummaged vigorously four or five times in the place she had designated, and soon found four or five unburned residual leaves.

In the accident, she couldn't help but be overjoyed, and reached out and grabbed three branches.

I saw that she picked five or six residual leaves in three or two clicks. Stuffed directly into his mouth, of course he understood that this leaf could indeed relieve the effect of the cigarette medicine.

Seeing that she didn't even chew and swallowed the leaves, looking like she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself, he couldn't help laughing.

He couldn't help it, so he glued his gaze to her eyebrows.

Immediately, she turned her head and bit down on her cuff again, swallowing a few drops of residual water.

She closed her eyes slightly, and finally felt the boredom in her chest fade like a tide.

Just had time to put my mind at ease. Then she had a thought:

Now the antidote has been found. And, when he was rummaging just now, she also saw the fallen crossbow machine in the corner of the pit.

Wait until she finds an opportunity to get the crossbow machine. He, a "reliable teenager", can leave.

Originally, she wanted to take him to Stonenu and then confirm his identity.

But since he had made it a gesture that he had to go back to the cave with her for the night, she had no choice but to use force to drive him away.

Suddenly, her right wrist was slightly hot,

She opened her eyes in shock. I saw his dark eyes glowing with gold in the moonlight.

She was so close to him that she could already breathe. And her right wrist, which she didn't have time to reach out to the sacrificial pit, was already held by him.

He smiled and stared at her, not speaking.

She was calm and looked back at him. she

He didn't have time to move, and he didn't seem to suspect her.

He only grabbed her wrist untightly, and with the other hand he raised the remaining branches and leaves to his mouth, munching on the leaves silently.

After spitting out a few veins, he took her right wrist and gently placed it to her lips.

She felt him sniff the moisture off her sleeve.

In fact, he didn't necessarily need water droplets on her sleeves to take the antidote.

He has saliva.

However, his eyes kept looking at her, and he didn't take a swipe away.

She didn't shake off his hand, and looked at him calmly.

He opened his mouth to bite the sleeve of her wrist to absorb water, and although his slightly cool teeth did not touch her skin, the breath between his nose was getting hotter and hotter where her pulse was beating.

She endured until he had absorbed enough water before trying to retract his wrist.

He held it tighter.

Her heart sank, and she looked up at him.

He's too close.

She could only slowly retreat half a foot.

Her posture widened, but she also leaned her waist, and she leaned against the edge of the sacrificial pit.

She had already seen that she could touch the crossbow machine as long as she held out her other hand behind her.

On the machine, the last iron arrow has already been piloted.

There are no trees or thatch within five steps of the pit, but in July there are still leaves blown by the mountain wind, and soft red and green leaves fall all over the ground.

She reclined on the edge of the pit, as if to move away from him, and as if to invite him closer.

Lou Yun stared at her with a smile.

He didn't move closer to her, still half-kneeling at the altar and clenching her wrists. His dark eyes smiled in the moonlight, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to judge what she meant.

However, he rested on her cuff lips, and with a tentative slight movement, he had already touched the skin of her veins through Mai.

Through the light skin, he and she both felt the fierce and chaotic beating of blood and qi between each other.

Despite her hanging hands, she was quietly groping for a crossbow machine in the pit.

On the skin of the wrist, the burning and chaotic sensation came along the pulse line and rushed straight to the door of the brain. She pursed her lips, her face a little hot.

She was still a little annoyed.

He felt it right away.

He put down the knife again, handed it over with its scabbard, and placed it on the knees of the woman sitting in front of him.

She was instantly calm, her eyes flashing slightly.

His actions like this should still be a ritual before the begging of a man.

Once again, he said that although he was a warrior with the strength to fight the tiger, he was quiet and safe enough in front of the woman he loved.

A smart woman, even if she loves a warrior, will not approach a violent man who can't control her strength.

He reached out and grabbed her leaning waist, as if to bring her closer.

And her hand stretched out diagonally into the pit had already touched the crossbow machine that had fallen to the bottom of the pit.

She tightened her fingers and grabbed the handle in an instant.

But her eyes finally fell on her knees, and she could see clearly the knife he had just placed on her lap in the moonlight.

The handle and scabbard of the knife were wrapped with rattan sticks, and there were large patches of green mud and blood, so she could not deduce from his weapons which tribe he was.

The distance was now enough to take a closer look, and she caught a glimpse of the scabbard under the rattan.

Apparently made of pig iron.

On the scabbard with smooth lines, Seiko engraved with the common picture of Mount Tai Xuyang on the Song knife, and on the three-layer black fold at the bottom of the sheath, you can also see the engraving of the Great Song Ordnance Institute that she is familiar with.

-- He is a native of the Song Dynasty.

It can never be raw. (To be continued) R655