The next morning, it was Jiang Xian who woke Changle up, and he took a thin piece of grass and scratched it across her face: "It's dawn, Changle." ”

Sleepy-eyed, she seemed to be still in a dream, but the dream was empty and there was nothing.

Her face was itchy, she touched it with her hand, and got up: "Jiang Xian, you are very energetic." ”

Jiang Xian raised her lips at her, "You seem to like to talk in your sleep, you quarreled with me for half a night, and then you fell asleep completely." ”

Changle wasn't sure if what he said was true or not, but it was all details, and she didn't care.

I didn't want Jiang Xian to say again: "If anyone marries you in the future, it's really unlucky." ”

Changle was inspired to ask rhetorically, "Really?" He smiled and said, "Then I hope whoever is unlucky will marry whomever I want, what a good idea!" ”

Jiang Xian looked at her with strange eyes, and the thin grass in his hand was cut off by him: "Don't you just hope that I am unlucky?" ”

"Actually, you're not only narcissistic, but also quite self-aware." She jumped to her feet, and dew rolled down the corners of her clothes like pearls.

He reached out and took a whole, letting it roll around in his palm.

"How long will we be from Yongchang?" Changle asked him.

"It's better to cross a swamp." Jiang Xian's tone sounded very light, and as soon as his fingers loosened, the drops of dew shattered in the grass.

"I'm afraid there will be miasma." This little bit of common sense is still there.

Jiang Xian did not hide: "The breath of death." He turned to her and asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

Changle shook his head, but what he said was: "It's false to say that you are not afraid, but it seems that you have been used to it along the way." ”

Jiang Xian smiled: "You still have a lot of use, I won't let you fold it in my hand." ”

From a slightly distant distance, it looks like a little couple bickering and laughing, a good year, a peerless face.

I prepared some necessary supplies and found some wild fruits to eat, and the journey continued.

After walking a short distance through the pine forest, Changle began to smell what seemed to be the decay of animals and plants.

She covered her nose and felt slightly nauseous.

Seeing this, Jiang Xian took out a celadon small medicine bottle from his waist: "I have this memory!" I forgot to give you something to eat to ward off the miasma. "He didn't do it on purpose, because of his special physique and Jiang Hong's deliberate training, he is indeed invincible.

Changle didn't trust him, glanced at the white pill and didn't speak.

"It's just a few flavors of Chinese herbal medicine, it's about the same as realgar wine, and I can't afford to give you poison to drag myself down." He explained.

Changle swallowed the medicine and responded angrily: "There is a rumor that your adoptive mother likes to play Gu on people, and if you have a mother, you will have a son, and I am worried about this." ”

"And you still eat?" Jiang Xian said with a smile.

"Giving people Gu is nothing more than trying to control the other party, and now that I am like a marionette, why should you waste it? Raising Gu is also exhausting. ”

"That's a good thing, to be honest, I hate giving people Gu the most, and I've never learned this, I think the reason why my mother is keen is because she thinks that there are really willing Gu in the world, to put it bluntly, it's just an obsession." Jiang Xian said it clearly and saw it thoroughly.

Changle didn't want to listen to his talk, and every time he took a step forward, the evil qi in the mountains and forests aggravated, and in this sparsely populated realm, the miasma was probably endless.

Jiang Xian also noticed that this mountain range is almost stony, the forest is scarce, the rainfall is heavy on weekdays, the sun is also scorching, poisonous insects and beasts are infested from time to time, although there is water flowing through, but the color of the water is dark, black and red, and all sides are fishy.

Gradually, the miasma was like a cloud, and there was a hint of abnormal aroma in the fishy wind, which was said to be an aroma, but it was just as disgusting. Jiang Xian covered Changle's mouth and nose with a silk handkerchief, and the handkerchief was smoked by atractylodes, and he suddenly realized that Changle was different from him, and the pill to restrain the miasma could not maximize its effect.

At this time, although the sun is high, the vision is clearer, and the forest is splendid, circle by circle, like colorful bubbles, like a beautiful scenery.

Changle looked at the strange scene in front of him with some fascination, but Jiang Xian knew that this was the most dangerous miasma.