My collar is torn, and even the jeans are torn by those thousand fucking worms, I fucking feel sorry for it, these jeans are very expensive, and when I bought them, I was so entangled that I couldn't do it, and I only wore them a few times before they became like this. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ziche and they are no better, the clothes of the entire arm are almost worn by the rock wall, and the trousers of Qian Cai have basically become shorts. Feng Xin was even more miserable, when he was entangled, he had the insect's feet scraped all over his body, and only a few things that could still be seen to be cloth hung on his shoulders. The hair was also scattered, like a handful of green silk sprinkled on the back.

Feng Xin simply ripped off his shirt, grabbed a rag as a headband, and tied his long hair again. The moment he lifted his long hair, he revealed a rather lean back. The muscles of the back are not easy to train compared to the anterior pectoral muscles, and if the exercise skills are not mastered well, it is easy to become a tiger's back, but his latissimus dorsi is trained with diamonds and horns, and the posture of the upper body is quite natural and good-looking.

My gaze followed his long ponytail, and I saw the position just below his lumbar spine, branded with a small "婯".

Beautiful.

A hunch on my instinct is that I seem to have seen this imprint.

The basic prototype of Han culture is "observation". Chinese characters are gradually transformed by people's continuous observation of things and recorded images, which is different from the phonetic expression of Western characters. When later generations copy the text, they will add their own perceptions and concepts, so the form of the text is constantly changing. After the printing technology of movable type became more popular, the font shape of the text gradually stabilized.

婯 is a variant of Li, which is not common, I looked at his waist curiously, and I really couldn't remember where I had seen this word.

He suddenly turned his head back to me, his gaze cold. I was startled and busied myself checking my injuries. I came to the conclusion that these guys are very keen on their eyes, and when combined with their dexterity, they are simply ninjas.

Qian Cai and Ziche squatted down next to me, each of them took a hand and helped me bandage the wound on my knuckles, I looked at the strips of cloth wrapped around my fingers, and casually asked, "That's right! Qianyu, how do you know that you are going to run out just now?"

"It's not difficult, as long as you know a little bit of feng shui, it's not difficult to scrutinize." She then began to wrap her index finger around and continued, "Think about it! The pit you found was on the right side of the small hole in the slate, and as a matter of common sense, it was either symmetrical to the left or right or in the middle, and since there was something on the right, there must be something on the left. If the mermaid represents water, then the human snake is topsoil, and there are five points of water and soil, so it's not hard to guess."

"Oh......" I don't know Feng Shui, so I'm confused.

She winked at me, and I personally think half of the reason was because she was a photographer to think of the point of refraction.

I asked, "What...... There should only be one thousand worms, right?"

Qian said, "You say a thousand-foot demon? It's actually called centipod, it's a carnivorous insect and it's big, and the pattern on its abdomen looks like a human face, so some people think that this creature is a demon, and most of them only have one, but I don't dare to say it during the mating period. I've only seen this kind of insect on the picture, and it's the first time I've seen a living thing."

I looked at the car with a stunned expression, "So you've seen it?"

He replied, "I've seen it on the map."

What the, am I reading too little? Is there too much natural science? Why have everyone seen the picture and I don't have any impression at all.

Ziche smiled and flicked my forehead, "It's wrapped." I looked at my hands and couldn't help but wonder. All right! There are inherently different between men and women.

"We've got to figure out something, there's not much left of the fire break." The car got up and shook off the lighter, and said worriedly.

"I have two more here." Feng Xin shook his head, his face full of solemnity.

At this time, I realized that Feng Xin and Ziche's backpacks and flashlights, all evaporated, leaving only me and Qiancai's backpacks still on our bodies. I bent my fingers, and although the knuckles were bandaged, they could still be bent, which was a good wrap.

I turned the tattered backpack upside down, and the painting tools in the bag rolled to the ground in an instant.

As soon as I saw my smoke. Oh, my God! How can it be so kind, the cigarette case was smashed crookedly, and the cigarette inside has been completely dismembered. I didn't want to pick a few that were okay, and I couldn't wait to borrow the fire from the car, so we smoked like this.

Spit out a few puffs of smoke rings, and feel that it is not a good thing to be able to swallow clouds and smoke here after life and death. glanced at Feng Xin and Qianyu who were beside him, and kept pointing to the ground, and he didn't know what they said again, mysterious and mysterious. I don't care too much about it, I just think that these two people don't drink or smoke, and their lives must be very boring.

I held a cigarette in one hand and fiddled with my painting tools in the other. Ziche took a fancy to the tripod used for sketching and said that maybe it had some use, so I threw it to him to study on his own.

The tin box with open colored pencils was opened, and in addition to a pile of pens, there was a small jar of linseed oil for oil painting.

I looked at my heart, these are my treasures, although it is just a pen, but the price is not cheap. Anyone who draws understands that the price of a pen and a piece of paper can sometimes cover several meals. These things are expensive, but at this moment, they are no more real than the use of being able to make fire.

Alas, sighing, I silently sharpened the pen into a coal stick and threw it into the tin box and lit it, the colored pencil contained wax, the fire burned a lot, and then tore a few pages of the small picture book and threw it into the fire.

Damn, I feel like I'm throwing money into the fire, and my heart is bleeding silently.

The other three saw that I had inexplicably lit a fire, and they all sat down one after another. I wasn't going to raise the bar with them any longer, the sub-car was still working on the telescopic tripod, making a rattling sound.

Suddenly inspiration came out of my mind, and I quickly asked Qian to help me dismantle the tripod, I believe that she must be a veteran and photographer in dismantling the tripod. After throwing Feng Xin and Ziche a utility knife, I told them to learn from me, and cut off the rest of the pen and the wooden head, leaving only the refill. I cut the rag with a utility knife into a long strip, tied the refill to one end with the removed triangular bracket, and poured some linseed oil on the cloth, which was of high purity.

The four of them worked for a moment to make a torch.

Staring at the improvised torches, I secretly prayed that this Yangchun thing could give me some strength, otherwise I couldn't help it. I brought the torch to the cart and motioned for him to light it.

After a while, the flames flared up. Oh my mother, you can really light it. I secretly rejoice, even if I can't study, I still have a little cleverness. Hurriedly urged the others to start work, and processed the other dismantled tripods into torches.

Later, three more torches were made, and now there are four that have been lit, because it is not known how long this torch will last. We had to get on the road as quickly as possible, and walk along the bottom of the stone staircase, which was not directionless. This time, Feng Xin and the sub-car were transferred, and the sub-car was the pioneer. It's still dark, but I'm relieved.

This trip to dig Nuwa's tomb was completely unexpected, I didn't expect to walk so many miles in advance, and I didn't pay special attention to whether my shoes ate or not before I went out, which would make my toes a little uncomfortable. I frowned slightly, and my eyes were unconsciously focused on the waist of the subcar.

"婯"

To be honest, I don't know this word, and I didn't have much research on variant characters in word science when I was a student, but why?

Why do I have a gut feeling that it's Leigh? It always felt like I'd seen the brand, but I couldn't remember where I saw it. The more I forced to think about it, just as I was about to think about it, the feeling disappeared again, and I had a headache.

I must have seen it somewhere, I just can't remember.