Chang Huan woke up from a coma, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the man in white who had made him think about it for a long time, meditating on a large rock.

She couldn't help but smile bitterly, she didn't expect that she was still having this kind of fantasy even when she died.

"Brother Mo, even though I'm dead, can I see you again......"

She said to herself, but before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a cold voice: "You are not dead, you are still in the yang world." ”

Chang Huan was a little stunned, she touched her body up and down, and wondered: "What's the matter, I clearly jumped off such a high cliff, why is there nothing at all, could it be that everything before is just an illusion?" ”

Mo Hansheng said: "That's not an illusion, you jumped off the cliff, you were lucky enough to fall into the stream, and then floated down the stream all the way to here. ”

"So Brother Mo, you saved me?" Chang Huan suddenly realized that the clothes on his body were already soaked, and it turned out that he had soaked in water all night.

"Brother Mo, thank you for saving me."

She stepped forward and grabbed Mo Hansheng's sleeve, happy and excited.

Not only did he escape from death, but he also saw Brother Mo again, how could he not be happy?

Mo Hansheng glanced at her holding her hand and didn't say anything.

Chang Huan looked excited, and was about to say something, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

The pig-killing knife that forced her to jump off the cliff was lying motionless on the ground at the moment, and there was a deep wound in his throat.

The blood in the wound had long since drained and coagulated, leaving only some black-red plasma.

"He's dead?" Chang Huan covered his mouth in some horror.

Although she hated the pig-killing knife very much, she never thought of taking his life.

Now that a living person is dying tragically in front of his eyes, it is a little difficult to accept for a while.

"Brother Mo, did you kill him?" She reacted quickly.

There was no one else around here except them, and Mo Hansheng was not surprised by the death of the pig killing knife, and was even completely indifferent.

He didn't kill this man, who else could it be?

Mo Hansheng didn't reply, and his attitude was obviously acquiescing to the matter.

I will always carry a pig-killing knife, just to find the traces of Chang Huan.

Now that a person has found it, he naturally loses the value of use.

This person not only plotted against Changhuan and caused her to almost fall off a cliff and die, but also witnessed the whole process of his sword's flight.

No matter what way you look at him, it's impossible for you to let him go.

From the very beginning, Mo Hansheng had already decided to kill the Pig Killing Knife, so the moment he found Chang Huan and confirmed that he was out of danger, he immediately made a move.

Chang Huan thought to himself for a while, and then left the matter behind.

She took it for granted that Mo Hansheng did all this for herself, so she didn't have much resistance to him about killing him.

"Brother Mo, you're finally here again." Chang Huan looked excited, every time Brother Mo came to visit her, it was the happiest thing she felt.

Mo Hansheng didn't respond, his expression was still very indifferent.

Chang Huan didn't care, her impression of Mo Hansheng had always been like this, but this didn't prevent her from liking him.

She came to Mo Hansheng's side, squatted under the boulder, and looked up at the other party: "Brother Mo, I'm not an ordinary person, right?" ”

Mo Hansheng was slightly stunned, not understanding why Chang Huan asked this, whether he had discovered something or recovered some memories.

"Yesterday evening, the pig-killing knife came to me, and for some reason I suddenly felt full of strength, and kicked him out with just one kick. Later, when I came back to my senses, I could clearly feel an inexplicable power hidden in my body. Uncle Ah Xiang asked before, and I deliberately pretended not to know, that is, I didn't know what the impact of this matter would be. Speaking of this, she raised her left hand, and a trace of true qi slowly condensed in her palm.

This true qi is formless and colorless, and ordinary people can't see or touch it at all, but as long as it is a monk who has crossed the threshold of cultivation, it is easy to feel it.

Mo Hansheng's eyebrows were slightly raised, Chang Huan could really feel the true qi, and gradually learned how to use it.

"Actually, I'm ......" Chang Huan wanted to say and stopped.

Mo Hansheng's eyes lit up, could it be that she had really recovered her memory?

But I heard Chang Huan muster up the courage to say: "I should be a princess in distress, or a rich daughter who escaped marriage." As for Brother Mo, he must have been protecting me on the way to escape, right? ”

Mo Hansheng was stunned for a moment, and before he could speak, he saw a slight smile on Chang Huan's face: "Grandma said that the stories in the book are like this." Brother Mo, I must have lost my memory on the way to escape. You're hiding me in this small mountain village to protect me, right? ”

She would listen to the old woman tell some love stories such as elopement on weekdays, but she didn't expect to get into the play when she listened to it, and took it seriously, and she felt very similar to Mo Hansheng into the characters in the story.

Mo Hansheng frowned, but he was very stunned in his heart, he didn't know why Chang Huan had such absurd and unrealistic fantasies.

However, since she made up such a story by herself, she didn't bother to explain anything, so let her go.

Chang Huan saw Mo Hansheng like this, and thought that he had guessed his mind, so he acquiesced again.

She stared straight at Mo Hansheng, her eyes gradually becoming subtle.

The atmosphere here became strange, and the air seemed to become damp.

Seeing this, Mo Hansheng hurriedly turned his head, thinking about how to deal with the current situation.

Chang Huan silently looked at Mo Hansheng's back, his eyes struggled for a while, and then gradually became firm, as if he had made up his mind.

She strode in front of Mo Hansheng: "Brother Mo, I have something for you?" ”

"What?" Mo Hansheng was slightly stunned, not knowing what she wanted to do.

Chang Huan turned her back and took out an object from her arms, she had been carrying it with her, maybe she was waiting for this moment, right?

She turned and handed over what she was holding.

Mo Hansheng glanced at it, it was a pair of extremely ordinary-looking straw sandals.

Mo Hansheng was puzzled: "This is?" ”

Naturally, he didn't recognize straw sandals, but he didn't know what Chang Huan's intention was in taking out this thing.

"I made it up for you with my own hands." Chang Huan held this pair of straw sandals that were so ordinary that they couldn't be more ordinary, as if they were treasures.

She has lived with the old woman for so long, and she has helped each other work a lot on weekdays, and over time, she has also learned to weave straw shoes.

It's just that the straw sandals she knitted have never been sold to anyone, and naturally no one has worn them.

Although the straw sandals she knitted were much rougher than those of the old woman, there was a special intention hidden in them.

She held the straw sandals, stared at Mo Hansheng's eyes, and said solemnly: Brother Mo, this is the first time I have woven straw shoes for one person, if I can, Huan'er hopes that I will only weave straw shoes for this one person in this life. ”

She approached the straw sandals again, her eyes full of anticipation, eager for Mo Hansheng to accept them.

"Brother Mo, put it on and try it on."

Mo Hansheng didn't feel anything after hearing this, and said very indifferently: "No need, this thing is not suitable for me." ”

Chang Huan panicked in his heart and said hurriedly: "How do you know it's not suitable if you don't try it?" ”

She squatted down in front of Mo Hansheng with straw sandals in her hand, and reached out to take off his boots.

Mo Hansheng let Chang Huan fiddle, his eyes were still extremely indifferent and indifferent.

Some things, from the very beginning, don't have to be tried to know that they don't fit.