When Dugu Duan noticed that a horse appeared in his field of vision, he already began to know that he had made the right bet this time.

From the initial frustration to the moment of relaxation at the sight of the water bladder, all he did was to wait - not to say chase - along the rugged and bumpy mountain path, and when he saw a fruit tree, if there were occasionally a few green fruits that had been left behind, he would pick them and taste them.

On his back, he still carried his iconic "10,000 people" long knife.

Slightly different from the usual outfit, it is the half-empty burden on the shoulders and the full water bladder on the waist.

Half of the food in the baggage was quietly taken away by Miss Dijia, but the water in the water bladder was filled with his ulterior motives.

Food is for food, but water is for life.

However, to Duguduan's surprise, there was only one horse he saw, and the horse was empty, which was slightly worse than expected.

In fact, in terms of the total amount, the number he expected to be able to see the return should be "three", but at this time only "one" returned, so it can be said that two-thirds of the amount was lost - this is only in terms of quantity. The reason why Dugu Duan feels that there are only "some" deviations is not that he doesn't know that he has suffered a big loss in terms of "quantity", but because what he values is not "quantity", but cause and effect.

To be more precise, he could already see that the relationship between Miss Dijia and the two horses was actually a relationship of "pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud" - horses could not do without water, people could not do without horses, and people could not do without water.

In this way, it seems that the choice of "people" is extremely limited, even compared to horses. After all, as long as the horses have water, it doesn't matter if there is anyone to watch over them; And people are different, especially for Miss Dijia, she thinks she can't escape without a horse, and she can't escape without water.

The more you rely on, the more you are constrained.

Duguduan may not understand "not being stuck in things", but the facts prove that there are some truths that are rooted in human nature and kept secret--it depends on whether people can notice and use them reasonably.

Sure enough, after a brief panic in his heart, when he looked into the distance, another horse appeared in his field of vision.

Naturally, there were people on horseback.

There are women.

If you continue to describe it in detail, you may be able to say: there is a woman in a coma.

However, for Dugu Duan, as long as there are people above, this is enough.

He could not care whether the woman on horseback was awake or unconscious, and he could not put himself in the woman's shoes and wonder whether it was better to be awake or unconscious. First, he firmly believes that when he is awake or unconscious, his attitude towards Miss Di will not change much; Second, if he really put himself in such a shoes, he would never have made such a mistake - taking a step back, even if he had forgotten to take water, the most important material in the barren mountains and mountains, like the previous flute lady, according to his own character, even if he died of thirst, he would not return again.

Not every mistake you make needs to be reminded of yourself with someone else's ridicule.

Even if Miss Di Jia was in a coma at this time, she couldn't see the corners of Dugu's slightly upturned mouth.

Strictly speaking, this is a rare smile on Dugu Duan's face, although the meaning of this smile is more negative, but when a tree that grows straight suddenly bends down and starts laughing, this visual impact is still not to be underestimated.

So the first horse went away, and the second hurried past him without stopping.

"It's not as good a smile as I am." The stallion didn't care about the lightness on his back, but felt that he was really frightened, and he desperately needed to rush to the mare's side to seek reassurance.

Or reassure the other person.

Duguduan's movements were a little rough. In fact, among Hua Hate Liu and others, his figure does not belong to the tall kind, which is also strange, the people next to Hua Hate Liu are not very strong, and Hua Hate Liu himself naturally does not need to talk about it, but She Qing, who has been mixed in the army for many years, and Heizi, the master of Xiyue Kingdom, do not seem to be very tall - but Niu Wangqiu can lean on the word "tall", but this also needs to look back for another twenty years, Niu Wangqiu at this age is no longer this kind of words full of young people can be used to describe it.

Duguduan's "tall" Cheng dù should be ranked second or third in Hua Hate Liu's party. The reason why I can't say whether it's two or three is because there is such an outlier that the sky is not afraid of. If it is according to the height, the sky is not afraid to be counted backwards, but if it is close to the aura of deification, he is the first person to be indispensable.

At this time, Miss Di was cut off by Dugu under the arm of the side, like a sandbag used to exercise arm strength in the army, tightly clamped under the armpit, Ren's waist was soft but she couldn't break free from the steel-like circle.

If someone sees the situation at this time, they will avoid it from afar. Because although Miss Di was drowsy, as soon as she was tightened, she still felt a suffocation in her chest and abdomen, and her eyes, which had been unable to open, were still closed, but her mouth did not stop, although her voice was as thin as a mosquito and fly, but she could still hear it if she listened carefully: "Drown me...... Filled me up......"

In particular, her powerless swinging hands and feet, no matter how you look at it, it looks like she is lying on her back in the water and begging for death.

So this scene is roughly similar to a man who is not strong but also strong, and he goes to Huangquan with a woman who wants to die.

Whoever is in front of them seems to be blocking their way to the Yellow Springs - or is he already in hell.

Throwing the person into the carriage, Dugu Duan did not rush to take off the water bladder on his waist, but gently touched the waist and abdomen of Miss Di Jia - before teaming up with Hua Hate Liu and others, there were only two kinds of people in Dugu Duan's eyes: dead and alive; After teaming up, there are still only two kinds of people in his eyes: those who can be killed and those who cannot be killed.

But at the moment, this Miss Dijia, he is not good at judging whether he should be killed or not. If it is according to Hua Hate Liu's idea, this person should not be killed, because Hua Hate Liu's task is to "rob relatives", if it is a dead person who is robbed, then Hua Hate Liu only needs to order a word to kill, and there is no need to leave such a troublesome tail; However, if it had been according to Duguduan's wishes, it would have been better for this woman to die - he had never been so unwittingly stunned, and even more infuriating that this was a woman, an unarmed woman, and such an ugly, impudent and stupid woman!

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought that in fact, there may be other explanations for the matter of "snatching relatives", such as even if you rob a dead person, you can still be married - married to the underworld. If you think about it this way, there will not be so many tangled things about the life and death of the woman in front of you, so that you can kill people without violating Hua Hateliu's instructions, which may be a good choice.

But Dugu is not stupid at all, he immediately thought that he was the one who robbed his relatives, and listened to the meaning of Hua Hate Liu and others, it seems that if this Miss Di family wants to be married to the underworld, it is also for herself.

If he hadn't died, this marriage wouldn't have been worthy. So in this way, if he wants to kill Miss Dijia, he needs to kill himself first, and then kill others.

This is a paradox.

Dugu thought about it and felt that maybe he could give this woman a fatal blow when he was dying, as long as he died before her.

However, if he died, why would he kill this stupid, rude, and ugly woman? Could it be that he really wants to be an underground couple with this person? Thinking of this, Dugu laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling that this was a stupid thing that could no longer be described as "congenital deficiency".

He didn't realize that he had laughed twice in this short period of time.

He just kept touching.

Fortunately, he didn't grope around the weak waist for too long, and he quickly found what he was looking for.

An ivory dagger, a gourd-shaped porcelain vial.

Putting these two things away, he carefully stared at the woman in front of him, who was still unconscious, up and down, and finally made sure that there was nothing in her that could threaten him.

So he unbuttoned his pants...... Well, untie the water bladder hanging from your pants, take out the cork stopper, and unceremoniously pour it down at the frowning face with closed eyes.

"Drowning...... Yes! Feeling the liquid flowing on her face, Miss Di continued to immerse herself in the dreamlike ocean, she was not a person who was afraid of death—or rather, she was a person who was afraid of death for a while......

Women, fickleness is their prerogative, and there's nothing to be serious about.

For Miss Dijia, when she knew that she was going to marry Kongcheng Beast, she was not afraid of death; When her mouth was dry and weak because she fled, she became a person who spared her life; When she felt that she had fallen into a river or lake, struggling in the water but with nowhere to rely on it, she could see it again: even if she died, she had to drink before she died...... At this time, she was only excited by the water of this half of the water bladder, but the pleasure of Fang Cai also disappeared quickly, and in the exclamation, she opened her eyes and choked the water that had been poured into her nose and mouth with great difficulty, and at the same time, she seemed to greedily take advantage of the gap between the rest and pursed her lips, and swallowed the sweet-tasting water that remained in her mouth very carefully little by little down her throat.

With the movement of the lower throat, it felt as if it had been slashed by a knife. She thought it was also a delusion, but when she came back to her senses, she found that she really had a dagger on her throat.

A delicate, ivory dagger.

Her eyes widened, but she did not dare to cry out, for she knew how sharp the dagger of her own was; For she did not know if the hand of the man holding the dagger would tremble—just a little bit, and her throat would be bled with a not-so-long but bleeding grief.

"Send ...... I've given it to you......" Trying to tilt her head back slightly, she found that the other party still hadn't moved, Miss Di secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but while relaxing, she still cared about the face of the Di family, and pretended to be calm and looked at the face that did not intend to hide the mocking expression at all.