"Well, where do you live? Others should know the name of the village I said. Zhu Yongxing stretched out his hand to cover the wound on his face, but as soon as he touched it, he inhaled cold air in pain and grinned.

Mengzhu took two steps closer, looking at Zhu Yongxing's injury, she felt that she had to do something, this somewhat strange man saved her, killed a golden bear, and solved the difficulties of the village, that is the evil bear that made everyone in her village talk about it, several brave young men teamed up to get rid of this big evil, but lost their lives! Moreover, is he the person the Great Witch said?

There was a burst of coolness, and then there was something fluffy in the careful wiping of the wound on the face. Zhu Yongxing was very painful, but when he saw the face like white jade, especially the dark eyes, they were warm, soft, and soft...... He couldn't help but move the corners of his mouth and smiled to express his gratitude.

Mengzhu also smiled, her eyes flowed, and she handed the water hyacinth to Zhu Yongxing. Zhu Yongxing pulled out the stopper and took two sips, he found that Mengzhu seemed to lick his lips subconsciously, rose with snow, well, this word is very appropriate, and he gently handed the water hyacinth over again.

After washing the wound, Mengzhu got up and searched around. After a while, she let out a cheerful cry and returned to Zhu Yongxing's side with a few unknown plants in her hands. Putting the plant in his mouth and chewing it into a paste, Mengzhu smeared the paste under Zhu Yongxing's wound.

The smell of medicine seems to be fragrant with the girl's lips, which is indescribably weird. And the wound was warm at first, then cool, as if it didn't hurt so much. Zhu Yongxing glanced at Mengzhu, and the girl's lips were even more vivid because of the wetness.

"Dream Bead - Dream Bead." After the dream bead was processed, she stood with a smile of relief, pointing her finger to her chest.

It turns out that your name is Mengzhu. Zhu Yongxing blinked, nodded with a smile, pointed with his finger, and repeated: "Mengzhu." ”

Mengzhu nodded happily and stretched out her finger at Zhu Yongxing.

"Me?" Zhu Yongxing hesitated, didn't want to report his full name, and didn't want to report his fake name, so he tapped his chest with his finger and said word by word: "Brother Zhu-Brother Zhu." With that, he reached out and grabbed the trunk of the tree and slowly stood up.

"Brother Zhu." Mengzhu screamed stiffly, then stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction, "I'll take you to the village?" ”

Zhu Yongxing nodded, and under the guidance of Mengzhu, he slowly walked down the hill and walked towards the sound of flowing water.

I didn't eat, I bled again, and I tossed for a while, and my physical exertion was too great. Zhu Yongxing felt dizzy and weak, barely through the sparse woods, and a small river only five or six meters wide appeared in front of him. Mengzhu also noticed something unusual, helped Zhu Yongxing sit on a stone, looked at Zhu Yongxing anxiously, and wiped his sweat with a belt with a strange fragrance.

"Do you have anything to eat?" Zhu Yongxing said weakly, his stomach growled uncontrollably, and he patted it with a wry smile.

Mengzhu laughed, reached out and took out a fruit from the cloth bag he was carrying, peeled it off, and handed the flesh to Zhu Yongxing's mouth, his big eyes fanning suddenly.

This is a goblin, and the laughter is impulsive, no, it should be as if you are in a dream, and you can pour out all the secrets and feelings contained in your heart to her. Zhu Yongxing lowered his head and looked at the fruit as if he was dodging, it seemed to be mangosteen, he opened his mouth and took a bite, the taste was sweet, it was indeed mangosteen, and he didn't know where he picked the dream beads.

The blood-red sunset was sinking in the scattered clouds and glow, and the rose-colored afterglow shimmered uncertainly over the western sky.

In addition to its sweet taste, mangosteen is also known as the 'queen of fruits' because of its role in ancient Southeast Asian medicine. Traditionally, mangosteen has been used to control the temperature of fever in patients and to prevent various skin infections. Moreover, mangosteen is rich in protein and lipids, which has a very good nourishing effect on the body, and has a good nourishing effect on the weak, malnourished and sick.

After eating a few mangosteens, Zhu Yongxing shook his head at Mengzhu, reached out and wiped his mouth, indicating that he would not eat it. The wound stopped bleeding, medicine was applied again, there was something in his stomach, and his mental and physical strength regained somewhat.

Mengzhu didn't eat mangosteen, but just kept handing it to Zhu Yongxing, and looked at him with a smile, as if a child had seen something very interesting.

The two men got up and walked forward, and when they had gone a short distance, they saw a boat, a canoe to be exact, tethered to the shade of a tree near the river. The dense foliage slopes towards the river, creating a natural green canopy on the riverbank, and the white mist dyed green looms, and it is impossible to see the boat lying in it unless you look closely.

"Dream Beads." Zhu Yongxing stretched out his hand to beckon, called her name, waited for Mengzhu to come to his side, pointed and said, "Boat, is it your boat?" ”

Mengzhu nodded vigorously, stretched out her hand to help Zhu Yongxing up diligently, and walked towards the shade of the tree that was tied to the boat. The two got on the canoe, Mengzhu rowed the oar and pushed hard, the canoe left the river bank and went upstream, Mengzhu's rowing skills were very superb, and the castration of the boat was very fast.

The sun had set, and a moonlight had risen on the water, which flowed incessantly, and on both sides of the bank were dense green trees, and the canoe rowed by, shaking the reflection into a gray patch in the water, and then appearing on the water, twisting and wriggling, and then a moment later, and returning to clarity behind him.

Knock, knock, knock...... A drum beat came from afar, very rhythmic. Zhu Yongxing looked at Mengzhu with a smile on her face, as if the drum represented a certain language, she operated the oar with one hand, making the boat slowly turn on the water, and beating the leather drum on the canoe with the other.

It turned out that it was to transmit information, Zhu Yongxing understood, but he was uneasy about who would appear, he opened his eyes wide and waited quietly.

The sound of drums in the distance became cheerful and clearer, and a string of bright spots appeared, closer and louder, from a very strange-looking ship. When he got closer, Zhu Yongxing saw that it was not actually a boat, but more than a dozen canoes strung together at the end and at the end, and each canoe was lit with torches.

More than a dozen canoes went down the river, and Mengzhu stopped beating the drum and paddled gently to stabilize the canoe, looking at the closer and closer canoes with a cheerful smile on her face.

A string of canoes approached, and on the first boat stood a young man, tall and straight, shirtless and shorts, full of youth and strength in the moonlight. He spoke loudly, looking very angry, and Mengzhu flattened his mouth and stood up, as if he was unconvinced.