Zhao Siqing looked at her and didn't make a sound, but she couldn't help but think of the conversation between the people in the car, and then said in a low voice: "You try to follow me as closely as possible, don't be left alone." ”

Chen Xingyan didn't know what she meant, but she still nodded.

Zhao Siqing looked at the mountain, thinking that if she went all the way like this, Chen Xingyan probably wouldn't be in any danger.

But I'm afraid that when I take a break halfway, someone will think about her.

As time passed, Chen Xingyan was already walking slower and slower, and a group of strong men began to lose their physical strength.

Midnight is the time when people are most tired, and most of these people are tired after tossing for a long time.

However, Zhao Siqing slept well during the day, and her eyes were still very clear.

"Rest for a while, Brother Long, this special old man is going to be tired to death!" Someone couldn't help but shout.

"Yes, Brother Long, we've been climbing for two hours, right?"

The man at the head hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Next gentle slope brothers, rest for a while and replenish your strength." ”

Ten minutes later, the group slowly stopped and found a place to sit and rest.

Chen Xingyan took Zhao Siqing's words to heart, sat down next to her, and although she was very thirsty, she was smart and did not speak.

Zhao Siqing took advantage of everyone's rest, gently took out the mold on his waist, and continued to polish the rope in his hand.

The light in the mountains is dim, and she is not afraid of being discovered.

At this time, someone couldn't help but complain: "This little girl is really special and can toss, Chen Lao also believes in her ghost!" ”

"Didn't that vendor just now also say that there is a wise monk, maybe there is some truth in her words." The other spoke.

Immediately afterwards, the man sitting diagonally opposite Zhao Siqing looked at Zhao Siqing and said, "Hey, that monk is really as powerful as you say?" ”

Zhao Siqing looked at him for a while, and said slowly: "\b naturally." ”

"Then when you go up the mountain, can you also find him to count?" The man was a little excited, with a hint of curiosity and anticipation.

Zhao Siqing knows that since ancient times, Chinese people have mostly had complex feelings about things like eight-character numerology. Skeptical.

Zhao Siqing looked at the man and said softly: "I'm afraid you can't find him if you want to." ”

"Why?" The man couldn't help but ask, and the eyes of others also fell on Zhao Siqing.

Zhao Siqing lowered his eyes and said slowly: "Because we are all small people, if it weren't for the strange or noble life, the wise monk would naturally not speak easily." ”

The group fell silent, although no one was willing to admit that they were ants, but Zhao Siqing's words included herself, but they didn't make these people uncomfortable.

"Don't you also look at my face, you look at my face?" \bA man looked at Zhao Siqing and said.

Zhao Siqing couldn't help but feel funny, but she also looked at the man seriously.

"Courage is not enough, loyalty is not enough. The young man is troubled, he has the appearance of a mother, and the relationship between father and son is thin. Zhao Siqing spoke slowly.

The man was stunned for a few seconds, then turned his head to look at a few companions who were waiting for him to speak, and said, "Zhente Niang's are all hit!" ”

What Zhao Siqing didn't say was that judging from his face, this man's life was short-lived.

But she's not really proficient in it, she just thought it was interesting and studied a little more, but in the end, what she knows is just some skin that can coax people, and it may not be accurate.

"Alright, let's go!" Brother Long, who had been silent, spoke in a deep voice.