"God must have heard our cry for help, Junbao, you see that God is helping us, I said, you are the true dragon emperor, how can God not help us?" Chu Xia happily turned in circles on the spot, greedily accepting the baptism of rain.

I knew that she wouldn't scold God, it seems that he still has eyes, and he didn't help the bad guys.

"This is called the road of heaven and earth, Junbao, we will not die in great calamity, and we will definitely have blessings. Giggle......"

The laughter of the women's brass bells, combined with the sound of rain, played the most beautiful movement in this side of the world.

Jing Yuan's handsome little face unfolded a faint smile because of this pouring rain, because of this sweet laughter, and because of the most touching scene in the forest.

At that moment he was really desperate, because he had never felt death so close to him, and he was unwilling, because his revenge had not yet been avenged; He was unwilling, because he did not give his woman a happy life, but let her accompany him to die.

Looking at the woman who was still immersed in joy, Jing Yuan had to interrupt her loudly.

"Let's find a place to shelter from the rain, shall we? It won't stop for a while."

Their clothes were soaked, and they had to catch a cold if they went on like this.

After he reminded him like this, Chu Xia reacted, felt cold all over, and couldn't help sneezing.

Large areas of the woods have been burned, but it is clear at a glance. There was a cave not far away, though not very large, that barely kept them from the rain.

The two of them hid in it and were a little crowded, so they could only lean close together, which was much warmer.

It's raining outside all the time, so is this the season when it's raining? It was a good rain, a life-saving rain.

"This year's spring seems to have come relatively early, ah-" Chu Xia couldn't help but sneeze again, the spring rain is so cold, it seems that it is really frozen.

Feeling a little cold next to his body, the young man reached out and held the woman's hand in his palm, her hand was small and delicate, white as jade, like a perfect handicraft. It's just that at this time, these hands are cold without a trace of temperature.

"It's okay, it's better to be frozen than to be burned to death." The woman smiled, this time she escaped from death, it was really thrilling.

The boy hesitated, a hint of unnaturalness running across his face. Suddenly he unbuttoned his shirt and shoved the woman's hand into his arms. The cold touch made him tremble, and the woman wanted to withdraw her hand, but the boy held it tightly.

"Junbao, I'm fine, so you'll freeze." In fact, the skin on his body is really warm, like a small stove. But he was a child after all, how could she let him warm her hands with his own body?

The young man's face was a little red, he was embarrassed to look at the woman's face, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm a martial arts practitioner, and I have strong resistance."

His thoughtfulness, caringness, and not being moved is fake. Chu Xia didn't expect that one day she would be taken care of by a child, who was seven years younger than herself, but sometimes she felt that he seemed to be older than herself. said that he would protect him, but didn't he stand up in front of him that time?

He had come to see himself as a man, and her as a little woman in need of protection. It's a little weird, but it's warm.

Chu Xia didn't withdraw his hand again, but used his body as a stove with peace of mind.

She had complained about fate, why she was sent here, why she had met this awkward teenager, otherwise she would not have suffered such a bad fate.

But now she was a little lucky, fortunately that she was still by his side, fortunately that they could still warm each other.

In fact, she really wanted to tell the boy that she was not from here, and she didn't know if she would leave suddenly one day. But she didn't dare, when he had lost so much and cared so much about her, she was afraid that what she said would not only not help, but increase his distress.

If she could, she hoped to stay here, at least until he took revenge and didn't have to worry about being hunted down, and wondered if God would be able to fulfill her wish.

"By the way, I'll give it back to you."

The boy reached out and pulled something out of his sleeve, it was not large, but it was shiny.

Chu Xia fixed his eyes and saw that it was the hairpin she had lost to him in the first place.

"You've always had it with you?"

Jing Yuan's little face turned a little redder, and he bowed his head deeply and said, "I originally wanted to find a chance to return it to you, but then I forgot about these things, so I kept it with me."

I originally wanted to keep it for myself, but in case she really left, I could also keep a memory. But now I feel that it is better to return the things to their original owners, and sooner or later they will belong to him if they belong to him, and if they don't belong to him, it is useless to force them to stay.

seemed to see his thoughts, and Chu Xia didn't say anything, "Then you can help me bring it?" The boy looked at the woman's hands in his arms, and then looked up to see that she was looking at him for a long time, and her face felt hot, "You turn your face away."

Chu Xia found that the young man's blushing appearance was very cute, and he wanted to tease him, but he was afraid that he would be annoyed and angry, so he had to hold back a smile and turn his face obediently.

Jing Yuan has never done such a thing, it is inevitable that he is clumsy, he feels bad after wearing it a few times, and he is a person who pursues perfection, and finally it is done, Chu Xia's hair does not know how many hairs have been torn by him, this is not only her heartache, but also her flesh.

"Dad, how big is this fire? Almost the whole forest is on fire, what the hell is going on?" A teenager with a basket on his back, and in the basket there is a hoe, a sickle or something.

The man in front of him, in his forties, wore a cloth towel wrapped around his head, a gray coarse cloth robe, and braided straw sandals on his feet.

"Maybe it's Skyfire? Now it's dry and dry, and it's easy to catch fire." The man took off the cloth towel from his head and wiped the sweat from his face.

The young man was a little unimpressed, looked around, and said very seriously: "This is not like a fire caused by nature, it is more like someone deliberately put it alive, you see, this fire is burning from all directions, and it stops burning here, it must be because of the rain, so it doesn't burn here."

"Okay, anyway, how did he burn it? Let's find a water source first, shall we? Otherwise, we'll be bullied again this year."

"Oh, Dad, look, there's someone there." The young man, who was about to walk forward with his father, accidentally saw two people snuggling up in a narrow cave.

The middle-aged man followed his son's gaze and looked towards the cave, and sure enough, there were two people. He glanced at his son and walked forward.

These are two stunningly beautiful men and women, one as white as jade, and the other handsome and unpretentious.

"Dad, they're so beautiful." Appearing in this mountain forest, could it be a fairy? The boy's eyes sparkled.

After all, the middle-aged man was steady, and scolded his son: "It doesn't matter if they are beautiful or not, we don't know each other, so let's leave it alone." As he spoke, he turned around and left.

But the boy did not move half a minute because of his father's words, but took a few steps forward, and carefully reached out to probe their snorts, and could not help but feel happy in his heart, fortunately there was still breath.

"Hey, wake up, hey......" The boy nudged the two of them, trying to wake them up. The climate in this mountain forest is abnormal, and it is easy to have miasma in the morning, and these two people are not afraid to sleep and die here.

The handsome boy was woken up by the quacking noise in his ears, and opened his misty eyes, because the dazzling sunlight made him a little uncomfortable, and reached out to block the strong light, and then slowly saw everything in front of him.

It was a boy about the same size as himself, with a simple smile on his face, and when he woke up, he happily showed a mouthful of big white teeth.

"You're finally awake, why are you sleeping here?" The boy asked curiously.

Jing Yuan knew that he was asking himself, and looked at the woman beside him, her whole person was leaning on him like a soft-footed shrimp, her eyes were closed.

Supposedly he woke up, she should have woken up too, and there was a strong uneasiness in her heart.

shook the woman on her body and shouted eagerly, "Chu Xia, wake up......

But no matter what he called, the woman didn't respond, and now Jing Yuan was even more anxious.

"She may have been poisoned by the miasma." The child with the basket on his back tells a fact based on what he knows.

Jing Yuan's little face turned white and looked at the boy in front of him

, like looking at a savior, "Miasma? So what to do?"

The young man looked proud, and said lightly: "It's okay, just give her some herbs from us, our people here often go up the mountain, and they will occasionally be attacked by poisonous gas, they all drink herbs, which is very effective."

"Where can I get that herb?" Jing Yuan's face was anxious.

"I have it at home, so come home with me."

The young man agreed very boldly, and then glanced at his father with a disapproving face, with a timid expression on his face, "Dad, they are not bad people, let's help them, right?"

The middle-aged man's face was gloomy, and he glared at his son fiercely, "What time is it now, we are too busy to take care of ourselves, and you still care about others."

"Dad, can't we die without help?"

The middle-aged man was about to scold his son, when he saw a handsome young man come forward, knelt on his knees, and pleaded, "Uncle, please save my sister?" Please."

This is the first time that Jing Yuan has knelt and kowtowed to someone other than his parents, and he is just an ordinary villager. But for the sake of Chu Xia, he did not hesitate, because for him now, no dignity and backbone could compare to the importance of this woman to him. "Dad, just agree, don't you often teach us that saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter?" The boy also knelt beside him and begged.

The man sighed, but after all, he couldn't harden his heart and took the two back to the town.

This is a very simple town, called "Fusang Town", and the people in the town are also very simple. The father and son who rescued them were surnamed Li, the young man was called Fusheng, and everyone called his father Uncle Li.

Uncle Li is the mayor of this town, the town is not big, there are only 100 families, but they get along very well.

Fusheng's mother was a very enthusiastic woman, and when she saw the two people they had brought back, she hurriedly ate food and went down to the kitchen to boil medicine.