The moment her consciousness returned to her brain, Wen Lan felt a strong feeling of suffocation, as if a rope was strangling her neck......

Oh no, not as if.

Fucking there's really a rope stranglehold around your neck.

Her apricot eyes were round and her fair little face was already bruised, and her face gradually turned red.

She began to struggle desperately.

However, it didn't work.

She couldn't find anything on her feet to focus on.

All around her was a verdant pine and cypress tree, with green leaves on its branches.

At this moment, the green leaves were trembling from her struggle, and the branches were creaking.

What the am I doing?

Wen Lan struggled and struggled to remember, she ...... Didn't she just drive the car to the roadbed to avoid a stray dog that suddenly sprang out?

It stands to reason that her current situation should be a car crash and a death.

Could it be that God favored her and gave her a glimmer ......of life?

What does it mean that she is now hanging here with her neck wrapped?

Another suffocation hit.

Wen Lan was about to lose consciousness again in a burst of vertigo.

Her eyes slowly closed, her brain began to foggy, and just as she was about to be strangled by this rope-like thing, some images inexplicably appeared in her mind that she had never known.

In the silence of the night, she looked at the entrance of the village with her luggage on her back......

A big red sedan chair, deafening firecrackers, and a man sitting on a white horse......

Meng Qiancheng!

While losing consciousness, Wen Lan suddenly thought of the name.

But that's not what she remembers......

"Hey?" a deep, hoarse man's voice.

Immediately after, a large, rough hand slapped on Wen Lan's face.

The dual perception of hearing and sensation woke Wen Lan from her comatose state.

She flapped her eyelids twice, slowly opening them.

Overhead, a man with a beard leaned over to look at her.

Next to him was a big yellow dog, looking at her with his tongue sticking out.

Wen Lan sat up suddenly, the pain in her neck made her mouth feel dry, and she reached out and touched her neck, a deep strangulation mark beneath the texture of her skin.

She smacked her teeth in pain, then looked back at the man who woke her up.

The man was dressed in a coarse green cloth robe, with a cowhide silk buckle tied around his waist, and a bow and arrow on his back, and when he saw Wen Lan wake up, he stood up expressionlessly.

Wen Lan was dumbfounded, and wrinkled her brows in disbelief.

Because the man she saw was dressed in ancient clothes, both strange and familiar.

"I'm ......" Wen Lan held her head and looked at the man again.

At this moment, she finally knew why she had other people's memories when she was dying.

Oh my mother, the bloody incident happened to her.

She crossed.

Because she knows this man because of another memory!

This is a hunter in Yunzhong Mountain.

"Did you save me?" Wen Lan asked.

The man didn't answer right away, he glanced Wen Lan up and down, then pointed to the pine and cypress tree and said, "Can you hang yourself in another place?" ”

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Wen Lan was galloping with 100,000 grass and mud horses in her heart, she thought that the hunter in front of her had saved Lin Furong who was about to die, and she thought about thanking her.

Didn't think of this Orion...... So annoying!

Can he be hanged in a different place? Is he still human?

Wen Lan, who came through the soul, was so angry that she blew her beard and glared, she got up from the ground, stopped the hunter who wanted to leave, and asked in a loud voice, "Sir, can you say something human?"