The pair of eyes floated above his head, "staring" at Zhao Zaimai with its huge pupilless eyes. Above the eyes, there was a goose-feather snow, which fell from the sky and fell into the water, forming a cloud of ice crystals.

"Don't ...... Don't pester me. He let out a heartfelt roar at it, but the air from his lips turned into bubbles, floating up lightly, gathering around his eyes and gathering into strange silver flowers.

Zhao Zaimai was taken aback, and hurriedly looked around, only to find that there was a dark green stream of water around him, and on the other side of the water, the blue bricks were stacked on top of each other, towering into the clouds, and there seemed to be no end.

It turned out that he was trapped at the bottom of the well by those eyes, and with it guarding above, he would never be able to escape from this well.

"Let me out." Zhao Zaimai tried his best, but only spit out a few bubbles, his eyes were still looking at him quietly, and he even saw a little compassion in those terrible eyes.

"You can't get out." The eyes were talking, in a voice that only Zhao Zaimai could hear, "From that moment on, you were trapped and couldn't escape." ”

"Knock knock." Suddenly, there was a sound of smashing the wall on the wall of the well, it was very loud, and even the water waves were driven to tremble slightly, cracking out stripes of water.

"Childe, Childe, come and help."

Baotian's voice came to Zhao Zaimai's ears through the water, and the well water was shattered into several pieces by the sound, and it flew up, turning into a white expanse of gas.

Zhao Zamai opened his eyes and breathed hard a few times before he realized that he had just dreamed, he rubbed his eyes, and tried to pull his thoughts back from the dream to reality. He saw Baotian running towards him, and as he ran, he pointed to the outside of the temple where they were resting and shouted: "Childe, if you don't wake up, you will die." ”

***

A few days after leaving Lucheng, Mu Xiaowu, no, it should be said that Sang had never given Mu Cripple a good face, he and Mu Xiaowu designed to use a rosary to suppress it and suppress it for several months, of course it couldn't swallow this breath. If it weren't for Zhao Zimai who had been persuading him in the middle and telling him that it would be useful to keep Mu Cripple, Mu Cripple might not have known how many times he had died in Sang's hands.

But even so, the fire in Sang's heart has not been extinguished, every time Mu Cripple speaks, it has to use words to bully and threaten him, from time to time it points to the cliff next to it, saying that sooner or later one day he will throw him down, so scared that Mu Cripple has to ride a horse from it at a distance, and even dare not speak directly to it, only dare to ask it for instructions through Zhao Zimai.

On this day, after the group walked to a dilapidated temple, they felt sleepy, so they stopped to rest. Baotian took advantage of the rest of everyone to catch a few fish from the nearby stream and came back, and in order to please Sang, Mu Cripple picked up some branches to build a bonfire and came to grill the fish himself.

The air that had just fallen from the rainstorm was very steamy, so it took Mu Cripple seven or eight times to set fire to the thick pile of dead branches under the wooden shelves. Seeing that the fire was getting brighter and stronger, he clapped his hands contentedly, put the four fresh fish that had been skewered on the wooden shelf, and watched with anticipation as the flesh turned from tender white to brown, and then slowly overflowed with an attractive fragrance.

Taking advantage of his time to grill fish, Zhao Zimai felt tired, and after looking at the red bonfire for a while, he unknowingly fell asleep, and was once again haunted by the nightmare that had chased him for many years.

When he was woken up by Baotian, he was still a little confused, and he couldn't react to what he meant by "going to die" for a while, until he followed the direction of Baotian's finger and saw Mu Xiaowu carrying Mu Cripple on his body, and walking towards the cliff not far away, he suddenly woke up and chased after Baotian together.

"Great immortal, if you have something to say, why do you want to throw the old man down again?" Zhao Zimai hurried up to it, and while raising his hand to signal Mu Cripple to calm down, he asked kindly.

"Fish." Sang grimaced, and a word came out between his teeth.

"Fish...... Baked? ”

"Nope."

"Not cooked?"

"Not either."

"Is it salty or light?"

"Moderately salty." Sang turned his head to look at him, and his sharp eyes gradually smeared with a hint of ridicule, he tilted his head, and Sen Sen smiled, "The fish is delicious, but my hands are itchy." ”

Hearing this, Mu Cripple shouted on its back again, what fairy grandfather fairy grandmother shouted a lot, but Sang ignored him, and was still striding forward, seeing that he was about to walk to the edge of the cliff.

Cold sweat fell down Zhao Zimai's forehead, he barely stabilized his mind, walked a few steps quickly to block in front of Sang, and out of nowhere, a sense of courage came out of nowhere, stretched out his hand to stop it, and stared at its red eyes, "Great immortal, just as Zhao owes you a favor, I will pay it back as much as you ask me in the future, today, spare this senior's life." ”

Sang's footsteps stopped suddenly, and it looked at Zhao Zimai with interest, and gently stroked his hand on his chin. The next moment, he had already thrown Mu Cripple off his back, threw him into a bush next to him, and said in a deep voice, "I am the fairest person, how can I use you to repay what he owes me?" However, you let me go of him, and I always need something in exchange. ”

Zhao Zimai's heart moved, "What? ”

"Secret, your secret." It circled around him, looked at him from head to toe, and finally, put its face in front of his, "I've always been curious about you, obviously born in a rich and noble family, you should be prosperous, and the official seal is born, but the eight characters are very weak, you shouldn't." Isn't your origin, the family you rely on to give you half of the help? ”

"My father didn't like me, but he loved my sister the most, she was like him, she was smart, strong, outstanding, the smartest child in the whole family. And I'm just a slug who cries all day after her and cries all day long. Even though my sister is no longer there, she still occupies the most important place in my father's heart. ”

I don't know how long it took, he suddenly said this sentence forcefully, and when he finished speaking, he saw Mu Cripple crawling out of the bushes, the dirt on his face could not hide his curiosity, and he looked towards him, just like San.

In front of irrelevant people, in fact, he can often confide in his heart without baggage, Zhao Zimai feels that Sang's request is not too much, because he himself also wants to talk and wants to think very much.

So, after staring at the red glasses for a while, he turned and walked towards the campfire, and after stooping down to pick up a clean wooden pier, he slowly told him an old thing that he had pressed in his heart for a long time and had never confided in anyone.