He grabbed one of her wrists holding the soup bowl and asked fiercely, "Who are you?" Why do you make this unique coriander ingots wonton? ”

Yao Yun was stunned, his eyebrows and eyes were frowning, his thoughts were surging, and he reflexively wanted to fall backwards, but he was suddenly tightly imprisoned by the man in front of him, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

"Duhu, you, you hurt me, you're drunk."

Xiao Chengyu was stunned, and slightly let go of the wrist that was holding her, but unfortunately his face was still gloomy.

"Tell me clearly, why the hell do you make this coriander ingots wonton?"

"Duhu, this, this is what my aunt taught me to do, my aunt is a southerner, so naturally she will make this ravioli. Every household in the south will make this coriander ravioli. ”

Xiao Chengyu was stunned for a moment, and slowly loosened the confinement on her. He stared coldly at the bowl full of hot wontons, and finally scooped one up and put it in his mouth.

The man's eyes changed suddenly, and he looked at her in disbelief, the appearance of this wonton, the coriander filling, and the taste of this chicken soup were exactly the same as the ingots wontons cooked by the little lady he met when he was seriously injured and fell at the foot of Qilian Mountain.

He raised his hand slightly, his rough calloused index finger and middle finger stroked the white pink cheeks of the little lady in front of him, and the hot palm was tightly attached to half of her jade face, how could it be, how could it be the same person!

"Have you ever been to Qilian Mountain?" His voice was stiff but powerful, revealing an irresistible majesty.

"I—I've been to Qilian Mountain."

"When did you go?"

"I've been there many times, and there is an old man I know on Qilian Mountain. Why did Metropolitan Protector ask me that? ”

He narrowed his sharp eyes, dark eyes with an undercurrent and a thousand thoughts.

Three years ago, in the deep mountains of Qilian, it was a night with heavy rain and dark moon and high wind.

When Xiao Chengyu went into Beidi's thief's den in Guazhou incognito and disguised himself to inquire about the news, he was inadvertently ambushed by the Beidi people, and fled along the way, so that he finally fell into the depths of the sinkhole in Qilian Mountain.

"Hey, how can a man ......?"

"Even with a mask, is it still the same ...... as me?"

"I still have ...... breathing?"

He opened his eyes vigorously, and a little country lady in a plain hat and plain clothes jumped in front of him, and he might only be able to grasp the only straw that saved his life.

"Help, save me...... Help me......"

Only the sound of swaying branches and weeds was left around, but the figure of the little lady was no longer visible.

The cold and biting rain slapped half of his bare face, eroding his mutilated and stiff limbs, and the pores around him were smashed, stinging, bitter, and cold......

Just when he was discouraged and his heart was like a tree, the delicate voice of the strange little lady came to his ears again.

"Well, there is still breathing, this time it is your good luck, little lady, I happen to be recuperating in this deep mountain, just take it as a good deed every day to accumulate virtue, you have to lie down, don't move."

The little lady had made a simple wooden bracket in such a short time, and she did her best to move him to the wooden shelf, braving the cold and cold rain, dragging him forward step by step with his serious injury.

In a daze, he seemed to be moved to a slightly warm flat plank, and he couldn't help but hum twice in comfort.

His upper robe was torn open with force, and his chest was cold. The originally hot wound under his chest suddenly felt cold, as if someone was applying herbs to heal him.

There seems to be a little lady talking to herself in front of her.

"Hey, I didn't expect this little brother to have a little strong muscles, it's really good-looking......"

"Well, could it be said that he is still a perennial martial arts practitioner.......

"Little brother, why are you wearing a mask, are you still ...... like me?"

He gritted his teeth and tried to open his eyes to see the person clearly, but his head gradually fell into chaos and confusion, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

The little lady took care of a few wounds on the man's chest and arms, only to find that he had fallen asleep, thinking that the numbness had played a role. Fortunately, his breathing was quite steady, but the man's body trembled slightly, and his thin lips were tightly closed, which should have started a high fever.

Unexpectedly, the man who was unintentionally picked up in the deep mountains turned out to be a bronzed complexion and a sturdy and upright posture, and he should not be an ordinary farmer.

She swallowed her throat, quite disgusted with her incompetence. Yao Yun, Yao Yun, has been deceived so miserably once, but he can't be trapped in a man's beauty anymore and suffer a big loss again.

She raised her hand to put on the mask that covered most of the man's face, the mask was made of brass, the edges of the mask were smooth and rounded, and it did not seem to be a random object. Could it be that he, like himself, had to wear a mask to show others?

She hesitated for a moment, but finally suppressed the curiosity that surged in her heart. That's it, if someone else took it upon themselves to forcibly lift her hat, she would definitely be very angry and faceless.

In the dark night, the blood mouth was wide open, and the torrential rain swept mercilessly, like raindrops the size of coarse stone and gravel falling unscrupulously on the wooden eaves of the small dilapidated house, without the slightest sign of stopping.

She sighed helplessly, brought a dusty wood stove from the cubicle and placed it in front of the couch, took out the bamboo scrolls in the bookcase to dry, and hurriedly went to the verandah to carry a few baskets of medicinal herbs into the house. The wooden pillars on the west side were crumbling, and she had to quickly reinforce two thick bamboos on the west side of the eaves of the house.

The cabin was just a small and remote warehouse for the temporary storage of medicinal herbs, and she had no intention of stopping here to rest. It's just that I didn't expect the spring rain tonight to be so lingering, and I picked up a seriously injured person halfway, so I had no choice but to stay here for a short time.

When she was done, she looked at her wet and sticky hair and dress, and shook her head in disgust.

She raised her eyes to look at the people who were already sleeping on the couch, and after thinking about it, she decided to dry her dress first, if she was unfortunately infected with the wind cold, it would be even worse.

She took the freshly made hot water basin, her eyes were a little hesitant, and after a while, she turned her back in the direction of Hu Couch.

She raised her hand to her white chin and took off the silk hat that had been wet all day, and only after a long time did she dare to raise her hand to caress the side of her cheek.

Reflected above the surface of the water was a scarred, bloody and hideous little face. A long, scarlet, skelet-like streak of blood remained above the corner of her right eye.

What was even more shocking was that the left side of her cheek spread all the way to the back of her earlobe, and there was a large scarlet burning scar, as if it had been writhed and ferociously gnawed by three or four small red snakes.

The scars at the edges are already molting and scabbing in a few places, and they seem to be slowly growing and healing.