The cold moonlight fell silently, and through the dense foliage, it shattered into a white amber color on the ground. The tranquility after the storm is always meaningful, and the fragrance of jasmine seems to waft through the air.

In the dense forest in the darkness of the night, it was still the wild cat that crouched at the intersection of trees, and with its big green eyes, it looked down at the huge crack that stretched to the ground beneath its feet, and after screaming, it finally ran away in fear. Follow the crack all the way forward, and after a distance of several tens of meters, you will track all the way to the heart of the jungle. Under the reflection of the cold moonlight, you can vaguely see that in the hinterland of the jungle, the entire rock and soil ground has been completely cracked, and thick or small cracks are densely covered on it, forming a complex fragmented scene like a spider's web.

And the two humanoid figures were lying on the cracked earth, panting heavily. In the center of Conglin's hinterland, Lian Po and Zhong Wuyan were lying weakly, foot to foot, no more than a stone's throw away. After a battle with all their might, Lian Po's "righteous hero" and Zhong Wuyan's "Hurricane Hammer" collided head-on, bursting out with a power that shook the mountains and rivers, not only the aftermath of the energy stirred into the jungle a hundred meters away, but also the jungle hinterland under their feet also collapsed in the turbulent collision of that punch and hammer. The entire ground collapsed down half a foot, and the closer it got to the center, at this moment when the ground was shattering and collapsing, Lian Po and Zhong Wuyan were lying on the part where the ground was shattered the most and collapsed the deepest, unabashedly exposing their identities of destroying the hinterland of the jungle, causing all the birds and beasts within a few hundred meters to flee from the wind, just like the wild cat.

"I didn't expect it, heroine, you can really take the third bombardment of my 'righteous hero'......" Lian Po looked up at the moonlit night sky, gasping and sighing. Sample...... You think you can beat the old lady's hammer with just two strokes! Zhong Wuyan was also looking up, sweating profusely, obviously still wheezing in his mouth, but he was about to blush, and sneered vigorously.

"When the old lady came out to mingle with the rivers and lakes, you were still peeing and mud!" "Haha! Ha ha! …… Ahem," but Lian Po couldn't help but laugh, and then coughed heavily after laughing. "You fucking laughing hammer!" Hearing Lian Po's laughter, Zhong Wuyan felt angry, so he frowned and scolded angrily.

I laughed...... I laugh at you, you always like to pretend to be a gangster when you talk......" Lian Po said with a smile while gasping. "Outfit?" Zhong Wuyan frowned, took a hard breath, and scolded, "Pretend to be a hammer!" I want to think that when the old lady carried the cottage and became the king, it was a well-known hegemon in the rivers and lakes of Qin Chu State! ”

"Haha! Haha......"

"You fucking laugh again, old lady hammer your head!"

"Haha! Haha......"

"......" After a big battle, Lian Po and Zhong Wuyan's magic blue and physical strength were almost exhausted, and the two of them finally fell heavily to the ground, and they didn't even have the strength to get up, so they kept lying on the ground with their whole bodies However, this is the posture, at the end of the battle, when no one has the strength to attack, they only rely on a wheezing mouth, you and I talked about the sky one by one, and they chatted unexpectedly happy...... At least, Lian Po is always smiling......

"Suddenly, I found that we can talk very well!" After talking a lot with Zhong Wuyan, and after laughing for a long time, Lian Po suddenly said with emotion. "You can talk about a hammer." However, Zhong Wuyan's face was gloomy, and he only said indifferently. After talking a lot, she was speechless about Lian Po's unusually casual heroism, so no matter what Lian Po said, she had an indifferent expression.

"Fit to be friends!" Lian Po continued, grinning. "It's good to be your hammer." Zhong Wuyan had already said indifferently. "It's a pity, we're enemies."

"Yes, enemy, so I should give you a hammer." Zhong Wuyan's indifferent gaze moved, she originally wanted to continue to say something or something, but found that Lian Po suddenly had no words, so her eyes couldn't help but move.

Zhong Wuyan, who was lying flat, couldn't see it, Lian Po's expression suddenly sank, and there was a bit of seriousness in his eyes. It seems that he suddenly discovered that it was very wrong for him and Zhong Wuyan to be here as enemies of the two armies, but he felt that Zhong Wuyan was a friend worth making from the bottom of his heart. So there was a contradiction. "Heroine, can I ask you a question?" Lian Po asked in a deep voice. "Ask you a hammer." Zhong Wuyan finally waited for Lian Po to speak, and after he came out with a sentence to ask you a hammer, he felt very happy. But after sinking for a moment, she still spat out with a stiff face, "Ask." ”

"Why do you want to help Yingzheng?" Lian Po asked directly without any scruples. "What's there to ask about that? You've been stabbed by an enemy on the battlefield, do you still have to grab the enemy by the collar and ask him why he attacked you before deciding whether to fight back? Zhong Wuyan frowned, brother......"

——Six years ago——Just after the spring equinox, light white jasmine flowers will bloom all over the hillside, and the fragrance of the mountains will be carried to everyone's side by the gentle monsoon wind. At that time, the cicada pupae were still waiting to break the ground, the little snake was poking its eyes out of its sleep, the lark was fluttering among the leaves, and a cheerful little song was already floating carefree, riding the same monsoon wind, waving to the scent of jasmine. It's a simple tune, without complicated tunes and gorgeous movements, as simple as birdsong in the mountains. But that simple and cheerful rhythm can touch the hearts of ordinary people more than any superb music. Because, happiness itself, is very simple. At least that's what she always thought. The woman in her twenties, in the prime of her youth, sat on a stout ginkgo tree, leaned against the solid branches, held a stick of grass in her mouth, and hummed a little song leisurely.

It was not until the spring light reached its peak in the afternoon that the noisy crowd gradually came from the bottom of the mountain, so the woman moved her lazy eyebrows, pricked up her ears to listen carefully, and heard the shouts coming from afar. "Boss! Top dog! We've got something good for you! ”

The sound came from a long distance, and it kept shouting, as if more often than footsteps. After a few minutes, a group of hundreds, dressed in the coarsest clothes, as young as ten years old, as old as thirty years old, but all men, appeared in the woods.

(End of chapter)