Ye Fei's medical techniques are inherited from the medicine man, profound and practical, the woman nestled in her arms breathes rhythmically with the up and down of the massage hand, and the uncomfortable feeling gradually disappears. After a violent retching, she clenched Ye Fei's collar and said with all her strength: "Help, save my child." After speaking, he passed out again.

Fang Baiyu, who had been standing behind him and staring coldly, said without a voice: "There is a strangeness in this woman. ”

"I feel it, too, but it's clear that the key to this tower is her. ”

"Only with it?"

"No way. Ye Fei said, "It's too cold here, we need to go out of the tower first, warm her up, and ask the reason before acting." ”

"The cold tower is at least twenty stories high, and it is indeed unstable to go up rashly, so do as you say. ”

When they walked out of the cold tower, they were relieved, and the two quickly lit the fire and put the rabbit they caught on the fire to barbecue.

Probably attracted by the mellow smell of game, the woman woke up quietly, and when she awoke she roared and begged hysterically, and then fell unconscious, twice in a row, until the third time she woke up, when she finally calmed down a little, and shed tears of pain.

The flames jumped high and low, and Ye Fei asked her, "What is your name, and how did you get caught in the cold tower." ”

The woman couldn't help but be a little frustrated when she saw the faces of the two children clearly, broke away from Ye Fei's arm, curled up her body, and said, "Hehe, what's the use of saying it, what can you two dolls do." ”

"You don't look down on people, since the two of us dare to enter this road to heaven, we must have the ability that the world does not have. Ye Fei couldn't help but be annoyed when he saw that the other party's eyelids were not raised, and he was about to scold when he heard Bai Yu say: "Sister, oh no, Auntie, don't look at our young age, but we both have the ability to surpass mortals, and in order to leave the road to heaven, we must explore the secrets in the cold tower." It's fate that you met, so why don't you tell us about your experience and let's think about countermeasures together?"

"Do you really want to hear my story?"

"I want to hear about it. ”

"Well, anyway, this story has been held in my heart for a long time, so I will tell it and remind you of it. The woman sighed and said quietly: "I was originally from Wangjiazhuang on the bank of the Cuiliu River, although I was born in a farmer's household, but my urine has been white and delicate since I was a child, and I have been slim and graceful at the age of ten. I am proud of my beauty, my vision is naturally higher, and I have no feeling for those "black donkeys".

At that time, there was a poor scholar in the village surnamed He, his father was said to have been a high-ranking official in the court, in order to avoid disaster and fled here, he was six years older than me, thin and tall, and could chant two lines of poetry from time to time, I liked him very much, but the identity of the foreign surname was different, and my parents were resolutely opposed.

The so-called words of my parents and the life of the matchmaker, I am the most pleasing to my parents among my brothers and sisters, but I can't act arbitrarily. Coincidentally, there was a war between Qi and Hancheng, and all the sturdy men were captured and confiscated into the army, even my father and several elder brothers were no exception, but only the scholar surnamed He was missing.

It turned out that he was trying to avoid disaster here, and he was most afraid of being found by the officers and soldiers, so he heard that the government was going to catch the strong man, and immediately rolled up the bunk and covered the mountain, his parents died, and there was no land, and he lived on the family foundation left by his ancestors, and he was also helpful and had a good reputation, and when the government entered the village, no one came forward to "identify him", and finally avoided a catastrophe.

There is only one sturdy man left in Murakami, and you can imagine what the girls who have not yet left the boudoir, and the lonely young women who have tasted the taste of personnel and suddenly lost the rain and dew, see him. His market has been bullish all the way. I was different from these women, but I couldn't help but be lonely, and after encountering him in the field several times, I couldn't help but be uncontrollable, and I did disgraceful things under the clear sky.

He is very attentive to me, since he has me, he has never looked at other women, I naturally cherish this marriage, the two of them have a tryst in the field on weekdays, and have lived a period of fairy couples.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and Wang Changxi, a bully in a neighboring village, spent money to buy off his superiors and returned to his hometown ahead of schedule on the grounds of injury. He had long coveted my beauty, and his father's strong opposition had not succeeded. Now that my father and brothers have left, I became unscrupulous, first sent a matchmaker to lobby, and after being rejected, I came to harass me several times, and our mother and daughter were all weak bodies, where could I resist the intrusion of a man, and over time, my sisters had complaints, and encouraged my mother to marry me off from behind.

Wang Changxi is a well-known bully in the village, nearly forty years old, and already has a few wives, and I swear to die with my life. Wang Changxi conspired with his sisters to sneak into my boudoir and defile me on the night of the thunderstorm. He had been involved with men and women for a long time, so he naturally saw that I was no longer a virgin, so he threatened to find someone in the village and arrest me in a pig pen if I did not marry him.

At that time, Murakami had strict restrictions on the affairs of men and women, and I was not worried about myself, but I remembered He Lang's bright future, and in desperation, I also obeyed him. At this, the woman hid her face and began to weep.