Chapter 342: Wood Branch Fence

Yuan Rong didn't expect that Song Zheng would leave as soon as he said it, and there was no superfluous word (the latest chapter of the cold concubine Ruyue in the harem). Staring at Song Zheng's back, the woman's face was cloudy. You don't need to ask her to know that she was so tired that she collapsed and fell into a coma, and was carried by this Song Xiaolang to the stream, and woke herself up with water.

Speaking of which, it was really Song Zheng who made the woman angry. Yuan Rong has such a big name in Dark Eagle, and she has never suffered such a loss. Despite Mu Yu's reminder first, Yuan Rong still underestimated Song Zheng's skills. Originally, with six dark eagles and Yuan Rong herself, she felt that she could completely deal with the defenseless Song Xiaolang. However, Song Zheng deceived her from the beginning, so that she ordered Dark Eagle to capture Song Zheng alive with his bare hands. Unexpectedly, Song Zheng showed himself to be weak, step by step, and with his bare hands, he made the six dark eagles lose their combat effectiveness.

When Yuan Rong was chasing after Song Zheng, she was constantly teased by Song Zheng with words, which made the always calm woman lose her square inch and chase her down regardless of her physical strength. On the way, Yuan Rong didn't think about giving up, however, first, she was arrogant, and second, she was angry with Song Zheng, so she chased after her regardless of it. Of course, Song Zheng's physical strength was completely beyond Yuan Rong's expectations. Yuan Rong can be said to be tired and dizzy.

Recalling this process, Yuan Rong was still puffing up, and her breasts were undulating. She endured the pain in her feet and climbed the boulder. Looking at the robe left by Song Zheng, the woman fell into deep thought again. She was dazed and barely remembered the process after she fell into a coma. However, looking at this situation, this woman also guessed a few points. Thinking of her delicate body lying on Song Zheng like this, Yuan Rong's face was flushed again (read the full text of Hongyanxiao).

As for how she drank the water, Yuan Rong also had a vague impression, but it was not real, it didn't seem to be drunk from a bowl, could it be ...... Yuan Rong's color changed suddenly, and an angry and panicked emotion rose from her heart: Won't this Song Xiaolang be a mouth-to-mouth transfer to herself?

Yuan Rong pursed her lips, not quite sure. Right now, she can't wait to arrest Song Zheng and ask him carefully.

"Hmph, if you really let this guy be rude, I'll kill him!" Yuan Rong said hatefully. Immediately, her brows furrowed again, what did Song Zheng want to do when she left herself here like this?

With this thought, Yuan Rong shuddered and couldn't help but look up. The sun has set in the west, turning into a red sun, and a touch of sunset has appeared on the horizon. Soon, it will be completely dark. When the time comes, I will be alone on this cold stone, calling the heavens and the earth doorless.

Since leaving the road, I have been at least 30 miles deep into the mountains, and I have not seen any villages or people, which is extremely desolate. Speaking of which, it's not that Yuan Rong hasn't stayed in this kind of place, the place close to Shuguan, the poor mountains and bad waters, are even more sinister than this place. But that's when you're on a mission, and you're accompanied by a companion. Right now, only Yuan Rong was alone, injured again, and her physical strength was also exhausted in the chase just now, her whole body was sore, and even the only sword for self-defense was thrown in the middle of the stream by Song Zheng. Rao is no matter how stoic Yuan Rong's mind is, now she also feels lonely and helpless, and she has a kind of fear.

Yuan Rong began to hope that Mu Yu and the dark eagles would find her, so she tried to shout twice, but all she answered was the echoes of the mountains and the fluttering birds. Yuan Rong sighed, along the way, she changed her direction several times, and she was already confused, she didn't know where she was now, and the people who were counting on Mu Yu and Dark Eagle found that it was not realistic at the moment. Although there are a lot of dark eagles, but to search here, I'm afraid it's been three days, the question is, how should I spend these three days? Right on this boulder? Even if the Dark Eagle finds itself, it will be dying. What's more, in this barren mountain range, there are not necessarily any wild beasts.

Not to mention anything else, Yuan Rong knows that there are still a lot of wolves in this area, and wild boars, big insects and the like are not uncommon. These beasts, even if one comes now, are not something they can deal with by themselves (read the full text of the bloody legend wandering around the other world).

Could it be that this Song Zheng wants to trap himself alive? It doesn't seem to be. If this is the case, then Song Xiaolang will not save himself, and he will just let himself fend for himself in the grass. Why did he save himself?

While Yuan Rong was pondering, the sky gradually darkened, and the red sun had jumped off the horizon, leaving only a dim golden yellow. Dusk has arrived, and at the most beautiful time of the day, Yuan Rong is usually the most willing to watch. But right now, she really wanted to stay in this moment for a little longer.

The wind was blowing, it was already early winter, the cold hit people, Yuan Rong shivered, and couldn't help hugging her shoulders, but her eyes fell on the robe on the stone. The robe was naturally left by Song Zheng, although it also scratched two small cuts, it was much more complete than Yuan Rong's body.

Yuan Rong stretched out her hand several times, wanting to take the robe and drape it on her body, but she held back. As the sky got darker, the chill grew heavier. Yuan Rong trembled and glanced at the robe again. Finally, she reached out and pulled the robe over and wrapped it tightly around her. The cotton robe was very thick and kept out the cold wind. Yuan Rong gritted her teeth, scolded Song Xiaolang who had been stabbed a thousand times, and looked blankly at the woods, where Song Zheng disappeared.

The sky finally got dark, the stars were visible, and the surroundings were quiet, only the sound of water, and occasionally a few roars, so that Yuan Rong on the stone couldn't help but wrap her robe again. Her heart was like ashes, a word called "resigned to fate" flooded in her heart, she never thought that she would be so pitiful.

"Sister!" Just when Yuan Rong was extremely vulnerable, a voice sounded two feet in front of her.

Somehow, this voice, which originally disgusted her, gave her the feeling of joy at the moment. She hurriedly raised her head, and by the moonlight, a dark shadow appeared in front of her, vaguely visible, and the corners of the young man's mouth were still a little upturned, bringing out a little smile.

Yuan Rong's eyes flashed, but she deliberately turned her head, "Hmph, what are you doing here?" The voice of the exit made Yuan Rong herself taken aback, as if she did not express her disgust and hatred.

"It's nothing, it's so late, I'm a little scared alone, and I want to talk to my sister (ugly man read the full text)." The boy's voice was steady, as if he was chatting about home.

Yuan Rong snorted again and did not speak. A gust of wind blew, and she tightened her robe again.

"This place is too cold, sister, there is a good leeward place over there, go, I'll help you over." Song Zheng said, stepped forward, stood under the stone, and stretched out his hands.

Yuan Rong's eyes widened, and under the bright moonlight, she carefully distinguished the young man's face. The young man's eyes were also wide open, and he seemed to be very bright, and he seemed to be so sincere in his smile.

Yuan Rong hesitated for a moment and stretched out her right hand. As soon as the two hands touched, a warm current suddenly came down her arm, and Yuan Rong felt that the chill on her body was also a little less.

With Song Zheng's support, Yuan Rong got off the boulder, and as soon as her right foot hit the ground, Yuan Rong snorted in pain.

"Sister, I'll carry you!" Song Zheng said, then turned around, squatted down, and handed his back to Yuan Rong. In this direction, with Yuan Rong's skills, even if he doesn't have a sword in his hand, he can still give Song Zheng a heavy blow. Not to mention anything else, if a punch hits Song Zheng in the back of the head, Song Zheng will lose half his life.

Yuan Rong hesitated, but still leaned forward, grabbed Song Zheng's shoulder with one hand, turned his body sideways, and curled up his left leg. This is naturally done to avoid full contact between his crisp breasts and Song Zheng's back.

Song Zheng didn't care, and stretched out his two hands back, supporting Yuan Rong's left thigh and buttocks. The moment Song Zheng's hand touched Yuan Rong's body, Yuan Rong bit her lip and stared at Song Zheng fiercely. Song Zheng didn't realize it, straightened up, and walked up the stream.

The stream twists and turns, skirting half of the hillside. After nearly a stick of incense, Song Zheng arrived at his destination. At this time, he was also exhausted. Climbing a hill with a person on your back is not a fun thing, even if you are a beautiful woman. There is no road here at all, and it is extremely difficult to walk (read the full text of the diary of the weak). In addition, Yuan Rong was a little uncooperative, and Song Zheng was also tired. Thanks to the fact that this guy's physical strength is not like that of a human, he survived.

The scene in front of her made Yuan Rong exclaim.

On the north side of the hill, where the wind blows, there is a recess, and below is a very flat place. Now, the place has been surrounded by dense branches, leaving only a small space, which is the door. There was a two-zhang square open space in the middle. In the clearing, a wooden frame has been erected. A fire rose under the shelf, and the two hares were already roasted to a browned color, giving off an enticing aroma. And near the stone wall, it is covered with soft weeds. The weeds are carefully selected at first glance, they are all very small, and they are very soft at first glance.

Yuan Rong's heart trembled, and she suddenly understood what Song Zheng was doing at the hour when she disappeared. It takes a lot of care and patience to create such a place. Yuan Rong felt that her heart clicked, as if something had broken.

Song Zheng slowly put Yuan Rong on the "grass bed", "Sister, you rest for a while, this rabbit meat is almost ready, and we will start eating soon." ”

Yuan Rong glanced at Song Zheng and nodded slightly.

Song Zheng grinned happily, reached out and took out the fish intestine sword from his calf, walked to the fire, pricked the rabbit, put it on his tongue and licked it, and after frowning, he turned the wooden stick wearing the rabbit half a circle, so that the other side was on fire, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"Sister, wait a minute, I'll go fetch a bowl of water." As he spoke, Song Zheng opened the baggage, took out the big bowl again, and stepped out of the "door".

It was very close to the stream of water, and after a while, Song Zheng came back cautiously, holding a bowl full of water in his hand. After entering the enclosure, Song Zheng placed the bowl on several simple "stoves" made of stones, and a smaller fire was raised underneath.

A quarter of an hour later, the bowl of water boiled, and only half of the bowl remained. Song Zheng put out the fire, straightened up, and smiled at Yuan Rong, "Sister, let's have dinner!" ”