It took Zilang and Gulf more than an hour to reach the summit, by which time it was already dark, but the sun was still hiding in the shade of the trees on the east side of the peak, yawning lazily, and the cold mountain wind was just enough to dry their sweat.

Gulf sat on the side, still whispering the mantra of the saint of the Raushzi. God did not forsake him in times of great distress, and he should be thankful for that.

"Is it still about 'sacrifice'?" Qi Lang looked at Gulf who was half exposed, and had been trying to suppress the urge to go up and hug him.

"That verse is an 'ode to courage,' not a 'sacrifice,' you nasty," Gulf cursed, still unrelentingly trying to finish the long passage.

"Oh, that's courage?" Qi Lang began to think that these white people's religious texts seemed to have some magic, and even a coward like Gulf could overcome his fears, but ...... Wait! What does that spell mean? It seems to be some deep cave!

Qi Lang suddenly remembered: Those six puzzles! "The Hidden Cave of the Dragon's Trace" are not the terrifying deep caves?!

"Gulf, can you pronounce it out loud?" Qi Lang sat down in front of Gulf, his eyes full of curiosity.

"What are you Orientals like?" Gulf squinted his eyes at Qi Lang, then shifted his ass to the other side, "Our God has hair. And I guess he's abandoned you, you bastard, he doesn't love you. ”

"Okay, okay. I'll ask you in detail when you have another chance, and I'll wait until you're calm. Qi Lang stuck out his tongue.

It seems that Gurf is angry. Frightened so much, and teased by his good friends for his beliefs, he really should have a little temper.

However, Qi Lang was very relieved in his heart: although this trip was in vain, he still got the greatest harvest - nothing is more important than getting a living good friend again!

Qi Lang stood up and circled around Gulf several times, in addition to carefully checking him for injuries, he also had to put this cute guy in his mind.

"Don't stare at it, I've made a fool of myself. Gulf had now done his homework, and when he found himself under Qi Lang's ill-intentioned gaze, he grumbled in some panic as he tugged down the hem of his robe.

Qi Lang laughed, "How did you do that? I mean your ass." ”

"That hapless fellow did it!" Gulf pointed angrily at the tall tree beside him, and on the branches of the treetops, the white-necked crow was jumping leisurely around, not feeling that he had just escaped being shot by Qi Lang's bow and arrows.

"What did it do?" Qi Lang asked curiously.

"I thought I was going to die, but it seemed to hear my prayers and flew over and grabbed my pants. Gulf rubbed his ass and said hatefully, "But I seem to be too heavy for it to hold me." And...... My pants look terrible, too. ”

"Hahaha......" Qi Lang laughed, laughing until his stomach hurt.

"**I swore not to laugh!" Gulf was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead again, in his opinion, this Oriental brother was very likely to have betrayed his scandal in the barracks.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Qi Lang endured it for a long time, but still laughed.

Gulf stood up with a blushing face: "Laugh, laugh, I'm really unlucky." ”

The white-necked jay flew over to join in the fun, screaming and circling around Gulf's ass. Several scratches can be clearly seen on his buttocks, which are probably the work of the crow.

"Get out of here, don't bother me!" Gulf waved his hand for a long time, but he could not get rid of it, and cursed angrily.

At this time, Qi Lang already had a good impression of the white-necked crow, and smiled and acted as a peacemaker on the side: "But it saved your life, Gulf, you shouldn't treat your savior like this." ”

"Who knows if it thinks I'm a piece of meat. Gulf's face flushed, and although he knew that Qi Lang was right, he just didn't want to admit it. It was a humiliating experience, and he was almost scared to the point of urine, but the crow appeared out of nowhere and threw him like a cargo between the branches. Of course, it could have grabbed his arm or something, which would have been easier on the one hand, and wouldn't have made him bare and disgraced.

"Remember, I felt in the tunnel that some monster was staring at me, it must be it!" Gurf gathered up all his resentment, and now counted it on the crow's head, "it's this stupid bird, it's already recognized my flesh! This bad thing!"

The white-necked jay seemed to understand Gulf's complaints, and it became so angry that it flapped its wings in the air, swooped down, and threw a bomb in its mouth. Gulf was so distracted by the sudden attack that he cursed and was about to lie on the ground to dodge, but fortunately, the quick-eyed Qi Lang helped him to relieve his embarrassment, and easily took the bomb in his hand as soon as he reached out.

Oh my God, it's amazing!

It wasn't some scary secret weapon, but the primary spiritual ore! It seems that it didn't use the ore as food at the time, but just as a fun toy, it held it in its mouth, and at this time, it unexpectedly returned it.

Qi Lang was so excited that he almost jumped up, pinched the shining stone and waved vigorously to Gurf: "It's a fairy bird, Gurf! Look, it must have been sent by God to help us!"

Gulf was stunned for a moment, his mouth wide open, and he was speechless for a long time. All this confused him completely—should the ugly crow shoot it down and make it a specimen to be permanently enshrined in the tent in recognition of its merits, which had done so much of its service?

The white-necked jay, too, landed, and stood on the rock in front of Gulf, and barked at him twice.

"What?" Gulf was taken aback, and turned back to Qi Lang and asked, "Did you hear that?"

"I heard it, it crowed twice, and it was really ugly. Qi Lang had already turned his attention to the ore.

"No, it's talking, can't you hear it?" Gulf's face was already starting to look ugly.

Qi Lang stepped forward and seriously touched Gulf's forehead, which was covered with sweat, but it was not very hot.

"You don't have a fever, you're scared, aren't you?"

"you, didn't you really hear?" Gulf observed Qi Lang's expression solemnly, and after getting a positive answer, his pockmarked face had turned purple, "Oh my God, I shouldn't be so miserable, right?"

But Qi Lang was still confused: "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't ask anything, let's get out of this place quickly. Gulf gave the order with a serious face as if he had seen a ghost.

It was time for them to get out of here, for the smoke from the eruption of Mount Rab would surely alarm the Vache slave camp more than a dozen kilometers away. Although it is said that it is now in the holiday of the Holy King's Festival, there may still be very serious and responsible guards to check on the situation, and if it is found that this catastrophe was caused by the two of them, it will be a big basket.

Qi Lang and Gulf simply cleaned up, cleaned up all traces they had left behind, and hurried along the mountain path, all the way south.

Can you get rid of that white-necked crow with a lot of mouth and tongue completely out of this mountain?

The raven followed them, or rather, it followed Gurf. It probably didn't care about the nest it had built on the top of the hill, and it didn't think there was a close lover there. Along the way, the crow hovered over the two of them, its mouth changing its tune, and on several occasions it tried to land on Gulf's shoulder, but it was unsuccessful.

"Stay away from me!" Gulf didn't even dare to look up, just cursed loudly and fiercely, "hell fate, I don't want you!"

Qi Lang was a little frightened, he really couldn't figure out what magic the crow had done to his friend, or if Gulf had been so frightened by the fall that he couldn't show a normal attitude now—it was also difficult to explain to Old Harry the news that Gulf was dead!

After escaping the danger zone, when Gulf cursed the crow for the hundredth time, Qi Lang finally couldn't suppress his curiosity: "Gurf, what's wrong with you? Are you crazy? Don't you notice that you're fighting with a crow?"

Gulf raised his head helplessly: "Shokin, she is entangled with me, what do you say I should do? God, she is entangled with me!"

"Schukin, you say her name is Schukin?" Qi Lang began to be surprised, he didn't expect Gurf to make up such a complete story in order to cover up his inadequacy. But looking at Gulf's serious and painful expression, he really didn't want to question all this.

Gulf continued to complain with a bitter face: "Just now, she introduced herself. She said it was called Schukin, and she said...... The two of us are a fateful couple......"

"The crow, is she in love with you?" Qi Lang was stunned by the story, "Gurf, this is really a disaster!"