It wasn't until she realized that she seemed to have gone around the same place several times that she woke up and was lost.

She knew that in the jungle, night was extremely dangerous, and she had no experience of crossing the jungle at night.

Qian Jiao quickened her pace in a little panic, wanting to get out of this dense forest as soon as possible.

But no matter how she walked, she was always in the same place in circles.

Only then did Qian Jiao understand what Nan Fan meant when he said, 'It's very strange on Yunming Mountain'.

The night is gradually sinking, Qian Jiao, who has been traveling for a day, is also too tired at this time, she is a little annoyed and wants to give up, camping on the spot, and when the day dawns and then looks for a way out, through the gap in the dense forest, a touch of orange shimmer on the mountainside is tearing through the dark night.

Qian Jiao looked at the glimmer of light in surprise, she didn't expect that there were still people in the depths of Yunming Mountain, although the ratio of residents to enemies was also very high, but at this moment, there was a half chance that it was the hope of the residents, which also made Qian Jiao ecstatic.

She hurried quickly in the direction of the shimmer, and in the dark night overhead, a bright moon was raised, and bright stars like broken diamonds covered the entire night sky.

Such a beautiful night, but unfortunately it was blocked by the dense forest overhead, which made Qian Jiao want to tear open her chest and take a big breath.

Fortunately, she soon found the glimmer of light, and under the eaves of a time-honored wooden house on the mountainside, the candle flame flickered in a dim lantern.

Qian Jiao cautiously walked under the eaves, glanced at the closed wooden door, and cautiously approached the window.

Through the gap in the lattice, a young man in the room, sitting on a desk with a candle and not knowing what he was doing.

In the dim candlelight, the contours of the man's face were a little soft.

Qian Jiao's face was close to the pane, and she got closer, trying to see the man's face clearly.

At this moment, a light breeze blew, and the candle flame on the man's desk flickered.

Qian Jiao saw him suddenly raise his head and look at herself.

In the dark night, under the candlelight, the peach blossom eyes are bright and deep.

Qian Jiao's heart jumped when she saw that look, and she suddenly moved her face away from the pane.

The man didn't seem to notice Qian Jiao outside the window, he just stared at the window for a moment, and then he lowered his head again, staring at the transparent bottle in front of him, his face was calm without any expression.

It's just that he squeezed his right hand with a bamboo stick and trembled slightly, revealing his true thoughts in his heart.

He took a slight breath, raised his right hand, which was still trembling slightly, and stretched the end of the bamboo stick into the transparent bottle in front of him.

The sharp end of the bamboo skewer slammed into the insects curled up in the transparent bottle.

The man immediately raised his head nervously, his eyes looking straight in the direction of the pane, and he was calm, as if he didn't want to miss any noise outside.

Qian Jiao, who peeked at the captured bag, was still beating wildly and retreated to the side, and was stroking her chest and panting, when suddenly there was a stinging pain in her heart, as if she had been pierced by a steel needle, she suddenly broke out a fine sweat, and the whole person also bent up because of the pain, and her pink lips were even more gasping for breath.

The man heard the rapid breathing outside because of the pain, and a flash of disbelief flashed in his deep peach blossom eyes.

The fingers pinching the bamboo stick tightened, and after the pain in Qian Jiao's heart finally subsided, the bamboo stick stabbed the insect in the glass bottle again, this time, the man did not stir the body of the insect, but pierced into the body of the tail of the insect.

The curled worm was pricked painfully, and its body swayed violently, and then curled even tighter, instantly becoming a small black mass.

It's just that because it was pricked by a bamboo stick, even if it curled up tightly, its body still trembled violently because of the pain.

And Qian Jiao, who was finally in pain outside, suddenly felt a violent throbbing pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed into the heart by countless steel needles, and the boundless pain spread to her limbs, making her waist, which was already in pain, shrink even more, and finally collapsed to the ground weakly.

But even so, the huge pain in her heart still made her roll on the ground in pain, large drops of sweat on her forehead ran down her cheeks, and her thin shirt was quickly soaked with sweat.

Her delicate little face turned pale with pain, and her trembling teeth creaked.

The man listened to Qian Jiao's rough panting and moaning outside because of the pain, his breathing became short, his hand holding the bamboo stick trembled even more, and his good-looking peach blossom eyes sparkled.

I don't know how long it took for the bugs in the glass bottle to finally stop shaking.

Qian Jiao, who was huddled on the ground, finally calmed down.

She was lying on the ground, except for her body, she was still panting violently, she was so weak that she couldn't move, sweat soaked every inch of skin on her body, and the whole person was like being fished out of water.

She didn't know what was going on with her, and even the heart-piercing pain had long since made her forget to think, and she could only breathe instinctively to relieve the pain in her body.

The man's eyes stared in the direction of the pane for a long time without blinking, until Qian Jiao's rough panting outside gradually subsided, he retracted his gaze, stared at the bamboo stick in his hand for a long time, and finally stabbed the insect in the bottle without hesitation.

The insects, which were already curled up, were violently pierced by the bamboo sticks, and suddenly swayed violently, and their slender bodies trembled violently as if they were crazy.

The man quickly withdrew his hand, his eyes eagerly looking in the direction of the pane.

Outside the window, under the eaves, Qian Jiao, who was curled up on the ground, suddenly felt a sharp tingling sensation in her heart, she finally couldn't hold back anymore, let out a sharp and terrible howl, and then the whole person rolled violently again, and her mouth emitted a suppressed whimpering gasp.

The man was startled by Qian Jiao's howl, and the bamboo stick in his hand fell to the ground in a panic.

He stood up from his chair suddenly, and a look of joy and panic flashed in his good-looking peach blossom eyes.

When the night ran out and Qian Jiao woke up again, she was lying in a hot spring, in the smoke, a pool of turquoise water was incomparably magnificent.

Qian Jiao raised her eyes and looked around, the hot spring was hidden in a puddle of rocks in the dense forest, and a weathered wooden house stood on the edge of the cliff not far away.

She stroked her forehead, and vaguely remembered in her mind that she had gone to a wooden house on the mountainside last night, and had wanted to see who lived in the house, but suddenly there was a huge pain in her heart, and then she fainted in pain.

She reached out and took a handful of warm spring water, and her brow couldn't help frowning slightly.

Why did the wooden houses on the mountainside end up on the edge of the cliff?

How did you end up in the hot springs?

She couldn't help but reach out and touch the position of her heart, and the pain from last night was not left at all.

Qian Jiao was a little skeptical that she was hallucinating, the wooden house on the mountainside was an illusion, and last night's distress was also an illusion.

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