It took several hours to get through the Deep Sea Demon Whale King's house, and the outside world was already at dusk.

The cold wind was howling, and in a small stone cave, a beautiful figure shrunk her body into a ball, and the three thousand hairs that were about the same height as her body were scattered on her body at will, and some of them were stained with a lot of dirt.

And this person is Bo Saixi, whose soul power was knocked out by Qianrenhan's ninth soul technique.

In front of Bo Saixi, there was also a middle-aged man with blond hair who was carrying the branches of the palm tree and the branches of the camphor tree and some stones that had been collected to take care of the cave, and who else could this middle-aged blonde man be besides Qiandaoliu.

The branches of the palm tree are the best materials for pitching tents in the field, sheltering from the wind and rain, and the branches of the camphor tree can repel mosquitoes.

"Qiandaoliu, I'm cold, I'm hungry."

Bo Saixi's originally slender figure was even more delicate after shrinking from the cold, and I looked pitiful, and she was still draped in a cloak dragged from the armor of Qiandaoliu, wrapped around her ragged red dress.

Qiandaoliu's armor has long been taken off, he has lost his soul power, and he can't even possess the martial soul, and his physical fitness is similar to that of the Great Soul Master, the hard and heavy armor has been taken off by him and made into a predatory weapon, and there are only two simple clothes left inside, and the blue cloak on the armor is covered by Bo Saixi.

Qiandaoliu looked at Bo Saixi, and sighed helplessly, they lost their soul power, and the soul guide could not be used, surrounded by deep mountains and old forests, there were no tents, food and other materials, it was basically impossible to leave without recovering the strength of the soul master, the first to survive in the wild was to find a water source, the second was to make a fire, and the third was a shelter.

Fortunately, Qiandaoliu traveled around the mainland with Tang Chen when he was young, accumulated some knowledge, and finally came in handy today, as for Bo Saixi, this guy who has basically spent his whole life on Poseidon Island is completely a burden, and for the sake of past friendships, he can't help but carry this burden.

After that, the water source was found, the shelter found the stone cave, the fire was not fired, the food was not found, and the rest of the time Qiandaoliu could only find some leaves to shelter from the wind and rain and repel insects, otherwise the cold and hard floor of the stone cave could lie down and sleep for one night and get up the next day?

After thinking about it for a while, Qiandaoliu handed the coat to Bo Saixi, and there was only a single coat left on his body, and said, "You can wear it first, I'm working on this, it's not cold."

"Thank you."

Qiandaoliu said again: "The food hasn't been found yet, you just have to endure it, tomorrow morning the old man will look for it alone, if the old man can find the fire tomorrow and successfully make a fire, then you can help the old man take care of the fire."

Bo Saixi nodded, she looked at the figure of Qiandaoliu laboring and tried her best to keep quiet, because she knew that in this deep mountain and old forest, she could only rely on Qiandaoliu.

After half a ring, Bo Saixi wrapped himself in a warm coat and asked, "You say, how long do we have to regain our strength?"

"I don't know, this soul skill old man has never seen it, and the old man knows very little about the information about fallen angels."

Qiandaoliu said a little angrily, how could Qianrenhan be so ruthless, after sealing their cultivation, he would throw him, a grandfather, into the deep mountains and old forests, you must know that he didn't think of killing Qianrenhan at all, if he abolished the cultivation, he would also bring him back to the Wuhun Hall and Bibi Dong for treatment.

If it weren't for the fact that he was well-informed and experienced Qiandaoliu, he would not know if he would survive for three days, and this would still be without the addition of Bo Saixi's oil bottle.

After half a ring, Qiandaoliu wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "A hammock has been set up, you can go and rest first, if you are sick, the old man will not be able to heal you in this forest."

Hearing the last words, even if Bo Saixi was reluctant, worried about the hidden danger of Qiandaoliu, she still walked in, and the hard and cold stone slab below had already made her hips feel extremely uncomfortable.

The hammock is made of four arm-thick branches, made into two X-shapes, and then tied by tougher branches, under which the branches are held against stones, and the bed is also extremely simple, two wrist-thick branches as a frame, on top of two X-shaped branches, and the bed board is a circle of branches wrapped around the thickness of the wrist.

The length of this hammock is sufficient, the width is not even half a meter, and it can only lie down for one person at most.

Of course, if the two are thin, sideways, and sleep together, they may be able to lie down, and the figures of Qiandaoliu and Bo Saixi are just right, but unfortunately this wonderful picture did not appear.

Lying in the hammock, Bo Saixi had her back to Qiandaoliu, she didn't fall asleep, it should be said that she didn't dare to sleep, she was really worried that Qiandaoliu's bestiality would do her.

However, Bo Saixi is obviously overly worried, Qiandaoliu doesn't put his mind on her at all now, the most important thing now is to live, for him, a century-old man who has lost his soul power, he has to make up for sleep quickly, and only tomorrow will he have the energy to solve the problem of food and fire.

Nearly half an hour passed, the sky was almost completely darkened, and Qiandaoliu finally set up his hammock, and when he was about to lie down, he looked up and saw Bo Saixi subconsciously stunned.

Bo Saixi, a centenarian, climbed and walked for the first time in the deep mountains and old forests, and was almost killed by Qianrenhan's big move, how much energy could he have left, so he fell asleep after not supporting it for long, and his side lying became a straight bed.

And the delicate curve wrapped in fabric is completely exposed under the noses of Qiandaoliu, especially for the sake of natural activities, tearing up part of the fair and straight calves exposed by the long skirt, for leg control lovers, it is estimated that there is an urge to pounce on the tongue a few bites.

At this time, Qiandaoliu recalled that he left the Douluo Hall and let Qianxun become a family to inherit the Seraphim Martial Soul, he is also a Seraphim Martial Soul, and Bo Saixi is the Seagod Martial Soul, is his first love of a thousand people, and the bloodline talents are all first-class, if there are really descendants, it is even more likely to inherit the two martial souls, so isn't it a sure thing to inherit the Angel Divine Throne of the talent?

And in this place, with his thousand-stream man's physique, it is definitely not difficult for the overlord to make a hard bow, and Bo Saixi has no ability to resist.

But soon Qiandaoliu dispelled the thought of Cave Douluo in his mind, no, absolutely not, he, as a faithful believer of the Angel God, must not do anything if he defiles the Lord of the Angel God.

However, there are indeed no talented female babies in the Wuhun Palace, like Hu Liena, the descendants of Tiankey, Qianxun has this face, and he has a thousand streams, and there is a big fight.

On the one hand, it is very likely to inherit the twin martial souls, inherit the descendants of the angel god, and can also be related to his first love in the past and even now, and on the other hand, the belief in the angel god, Qiandaoliu finally chose the latter.

On the one hand, Bo Saixi is not Bibi Dong, he does not owe the Wuhun Palace, even he can't do the extreme means of Qianxun, on the other hand, their generation is the inheritor of the angel god ruined, there are still descendants of the thousand families, descendants of the descendants, descendants of the descendants, there is still hope after all.

Thinking about this, Qiandaoliu sighed deeply, as if he was spitting out his sorrow for not sacrificing for the inheritor of the angel god, and then lay down in the hammock, took some palm leaves to cover his body, and also fell asleep.

(End of chapter)