When Cheng Huan's consciousness slowly recovered, it was already four days later.

At this time, her whole body had been soaked in the warm clear pool, soaked for four days and four nights.

The faint sunlight shone in, and the fragments before falling off the cliff also flowed back into Cheng Huan's mind little by little.

Cheng Huan finally knew that if he loved someone, he could love him to the point of putting another person to death.

Tianjun, who was only taken to her by her side, has to experience the pain of separation of mother and son again.

I don't know if Tianjun has been discovered at this time, and whether he has returned to Ouyang Gurong's side safe and sound.

Sighing and standing up from Qingtan, Cheng Huan began to meditate on the surrounding environment.

Unexpectedly, there was a cave under the abyss, and this warm spring had already occupied two-thirds of the ground.

And just on the edge of Qingtan, there are trees full of strange fruits.

Touching his already hungry stomach, Cheng Huan didn't care about being soaked in Qingtan for four days and four nights, and his whole body was soaked, and he walked towards the fruit-heavy branches.

Picking a fruit that resembles an apple, Cheng Huan nibbled on it.

I didn't expect to be able to survive the catastrophe, and the most fortunate thing is to let go of my belly and eat a lot.

After eating three or five wild fruits in a row, Cheng Huan's energy improved.

At this time, she began to worry about how to get out of the abyss.

After all, she still has a back injury, and after yesterday's battle, the wound on her back that is gradually healing has exploded again.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that for a while and a half, she will be able to stay in the abyss and be accompanied by Wild Fruit Qingtan.

Thinking like this, Cheng Huan's heart suddenly woke up.

That's right, a wound on the back!

After trying to move his hands here, Cheng Huan found that no matter how he moved, his back no longer had the pain of the knife before.

If there was still a wound on her back, it would not be possible for her to move so quickly when she picked the wild fruit.

At this time, Cheng Huan eagerly took off the wet outer layer of clothes, raised his soft jade finger and stroked the ice muscle jade bone behind him.

Sure enough, what the jade finger touched was the place that had been torn apart by the heavy blow of the Dao a few days ago.

Now, I can't touch a single scar anymore.

Gently unbuttoning the thin shirt inside, Cheng Huan squatted to Qingtan to inspect his back.

In just one night, the scars of that Dao were gone, and the skin on Cheng Huan's back was still as smooth as satin.

Taken aback, Cheng Huan took a deep look at the space he was in.

When she fell, she had been soaking in the clear pool behind her.

Could it be that this Wang Qingtan has such a strong resilience!?

What kind of space is this place, and it has such a powerful healing power?

While thinking about it, Cheng Huan recited the mantra to open the space treasure ring, planning to take out another dry piece of clothes to change into.

The mantra was loud, but the treasure ring on Cheng Huan's fingertips did not open in response.

Cheng Huan looked at the faint purple on her fingertips in surprise, the space treasure ring was invalid, and it was the first time she had seen it.

Fu tried to recite the mantra again, but he didn't expect the Space Treasure Ring to still have no reaction.

At this time, Cheng Huan knew that the anomaly of this space was invalid.

Cheng Huan changed his posture and waved his hands in the void for a while, intending to create the attack spell of the "Wind Knife and Frost Sword".

However, no matter how much energy and spiritual cultivation Cheng Huan put into it, there was still not a single spell in his jade hands.

Cheng Huan's guess was indeed correct, in this space, as long as it was something linked to the spell, it would not come in handy.

In desperation, Cheng Huan had to use the most primitive method - drilling wood for fire.

Although the pool behind him is like a hot spring, it does not feel cold.

But Cheng Huan's clothes were already soaked, and the space treasure ring couldn't be opened, and there was no clean clothes to change, so Cheng Huan had to light a fire to dry the clothes first.

Fortunately, there are fruit trees around Qingtan, and there are some fallen branches and leaves around.

Wearing wet single clothes, Cheng Huan began to act and walked to the fruit grove on the side.

Obviously it seemed to be a closed space, and Cheng Huan was also very puzzled in his heart, not knowing how this piece of fruit trees could grow so luxuriantly.

Picking up dry branches, Cheng Huan couldn't calm down in his heart no matter what.

Looking at the middle of the sun, I thought that she had fallen off the cliff for several days. I don't know if Ouyang Gurong is okay, I don't know if Tianjun is okay.

When he leaned over to pick up the dead branches, a little light in the depths of the fruit forest attracted Cheng Huan's attention.

There was a dim point of light at that point, and there seemed to be a faint burst of strange aura revealed.

And that little bit of strange brilliance seems to be stumbling on the whole fruit-filled forest in front of him.

put away the dead branch in his arms, but Cheng Huan did not go deeper.

It seems that this woods with a hole in the sky seem to be different from the time and space outside.

There was another desert around, and it was not too late to wait until the clothes were dried to investigate.

Before returning to Qingtan with the dead branches, Cheng Huan squatted on the ground and began to learn the most primitive way of making a fire - drilling wood to make fire.

Fortunately, when I was in the mountain villa, I saw the guards more or less using local materials when I went out hunting, so I also mastered the function of survival in the wild.

There is no prey here, only a fruit tree.

In the midst of the lightning, Cheng Huan suddenly realized another strangeness in this space - quiet, death-like silence.

It stands to reason that no matter how quiet the Qingtan is, there should be the sound of insects and birds.

What's more, there are still patches of fruit forests in Qingtan, and there is no reason why there are no traces of animals at all.

Cheng Huan secretly thought in his heart, if he yelled at this time, he would probably be able to echo from the empty valley.

What's even more bizarre is that the magic can't be used in the entire space, which means that the spiritual power she cultivated before is useless here.

What kind of space is it, without excluding animals, and without any animals in this place?

Thinking quietly, Cheng Huan's gaze couldn't help but fall to the dim point of light not far away.

It seems that if you want to know the answer to a qiē puzzle, you really have to go there.

Probably only by figuring out this qiē can we find the way out.

The withered branches in his hands finally emitted white smoke, and Cheng Huan stroked the fine sweat on his forehead, and then withdrew his gaze.

A qiē, a qiē, only after she really sets foot on that road, can she know what kind of harvest she has.

Picked out the larger wooden branches and set up two shelves, and the lonely melancholy climbed onto Cheng Huan's face, and Cheng Huan also sat by the fire and fell quietly into the whirlpool of memories.

I still remember that when she was pregnant in October, Ouyang Gurong took care of her meticulously.

The first thing I do when I open my eyes every day is to turn my head sideways to the footstool on the side, as long as the man in white sits quietly, he can feel at peace in his heart.

Every night when she fell asleep because of exhaustion, Ouyang Gurong always carried her back to the bed carefully, and then quietly instilled spiritual power into her.

No wonder during that period of time, Cheng Huan always felt that there seemed to be endless energy circulating in his body.

Now that I think about it, it's almost a kind of companionship.

It turned out that inadvertently, Ouyang Gurong had already paid so much.

Until Cheng Huan gave birth to Tianjun, Ouyang Gurong still took good care of the two of them, and was able to hold Tianjun all day long.

I don't know how deep the love is, to be able to do these subtle companionship and pampering.

It's a pity that when you get to this Wang Qingtan, you can't even use the space treasure ring, let alone use magic to fly, and talk about going back.

Even if all the scars on the body are gone, there will only be permanent wounds left in the heart.

couldn't help but sigh, and the sadness on Cheng Huan's face became more and more intense.

Her only hope now is the point of light filled with a strange aura.

Cheng Huan thought to himself that if he hadn't guessed wrong, it was right that there should be a cave.

I wonder if there is a more spacious space behind this unique cave?

After touching it for more than two hours, Cheng Huan put the dried clothes back on, tightened the soft sword and the purple silk rolling iron nine-section whip around his waist, and picked a few fruits to eat along the way.

In this way, she simply embarked on a new journey that belonged to her.