Dig a pit with a stick, throw sweet potatoes and potatoes into it, cover it with a thin layer of soil, and use a dagger to cut some sawdust to make it easier to ignite.

The fan swept away, and the firelight ignited with a "hmm-" sound.

In an instant, the room was full of light, and countless stalactites of different shapes and stalagmites rising from the ground exuded colorful colors.

The stone flowers bloomed one piece, like a white jade belt blowing in the wind, scattered into thousands of bead chains.

Chibi Qianxun is sunny and rainy, and the pearl is thousands of hanging curtains.

The fireworks flickered and flickered, and the cyan smoke rose to accompany the smell of roasted food.

Yueqing peeled off the ash on it, dug out the sweet potato, tore off a piece of clothing and wrapped it, and handed it to Meng Ge.

She took it, and the white jade fingers were thinly peeled, and the inside was yellow, and the fragrance suddenly floated out far away.

"Taste? My husband baked it, it's quite fragrant. ”

walked straight towards Yan Huan, his eyes were timid and full of kindness.

The woman stared at her coldly, her expression was dark and uncertain, and there was a faint confusion in her eyes under her long eyelashes.

Meng Ge's hand had been hanging in the air, and his arm was starting to sore, still maintaining the smile on his face, full of anticipation.

Yan Huan lowered his eyes, as if he was helpless, but finally accepted it and softened his tone: "Thank you."

She has also rescued others in the mountains and forests, as long as she sees her face, she either screams and says "there is a ghost" and runs away in fright, or she faints in fright.

She knows that her face is ugly, but who can she blame?

It's just self-inflicted.

Meng Ge's kindness was too pure, she thought, she might not be able to live up to it.

The night in the jungle was not so peaceful, and in the second half of the night, the sky suddenly changed and the wind suddenly rose.

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, accompanied by a deafening thunder, and the rain fell through the crack and slammed into the ground.

Meng Ge couldn't fall asleep over and over, got up and shivered, tightened his clothes, and was awake without warning, his expression wandering.

Yan Huan shrunk into a ball, as if he was very unstable, his face was abnormally flushed, his ears were burning red, he reached out and probed, it was hot.

"Miss Yan, Miss Yan, you have a fever, wake up."

"Cold, cold......"

Her voice was weak and slow, soft, like a puff of smoke.

Meng Ge wrapped her tightly in her coat, but Yan Huan was still trembling, and her mouth kept babbling.

It seems to have returned to the battlefield of the Jinge Iron Horse, foggy and gray.

The blood-red murmur of the sky, the fighting, the shouts, the drums of war clanging, the leaves rubbing against the twisting wind, like a wild beast crying lowly.

"Come, come, come......"

Someone was calling her.

Who is it? Who is it?

The bewitching voice, fluctuating, far away in the sky, seemed to be close at hand.

The pale black mist suddenly opened strangely, and the man's figure loomed.

It was obviously such a familiar face, but his face was expressionless, and there was an unpredictable cold light in his black pupils.

The arrow burst through the air, the pain in the abdomen was sharp and real, blood splattered out, and the ground was a piercing red.

The picture turned into a palatial living room, with a snow-white woolen blanket and sandalwood on the couch.

The woman in a gorgeous costume has a variety of hairpins and rings, her face is exquisite, like a proud peacock, and her flaming red lips are slowly hooked.

"Slut!" The palm wind whistled and buzzed in my ears.

"What about this face? Xiao Lang still dislikes you, a fake is a fake, Dong Shi is a fan. ”

The woman seemed to be relieved, laughing wantonly and arrogantly.

"Look at my face, I want to vomit when I look at it myself."

"Hahahaha...... Look, look......"

She shouted miserably, a frantic look on her face, and her eyes were hazy and desperate.

"But I think that Ah Huan is the best-looking girl I have ever seen, no one can compare to ......"

Her lips trembled, carefully imprinted on her face, with the fragrance of plum blossoms lingering all year round, and her eyes were tenderness and cherishment that she had never encountered.

"Chu An, cold, I'm so cold......"

The surroundings began to shake violently, and in an instant, they collapsed, and the terrifying sight around her engulfed her, and her vision became illusory and transparent in the countless distortions.

It was as if I had fallen into an endless nightmare, fleeing again and again, breaking free again and again, repeatedly in pain, repeated crying, and repeated panic.

Exhausted, he eventually collapsed in the empty real world.

Outside the cave, there was a violent wind, and the fire was half-extinguished and half-burning, and it kept jumping.

Meng Ge hugged Yan Huan, felt her fear, felt her hot and trembling, and her heart was soft.

Tears fell in large strings, across the backs of his hands, wetting his clothes.

"Don't cry ......"

"I know you're the best girl in the world......"

"Be happy to be ......"

"With me, don't be afraid, don't be afraid of ......"

The voice is soft, clean, and has a soothing power.

The sky is still heavy, the thunder is falling, and the rain is coming.