A terrifying feeling of suffocation enveloped Jiuluo, and she wanted to struggle upstream, but her legs seemed to be dragged straight down by someone.

Feeling that her back was loose, the rope woven by the thorn and rattan brokeness was broken, and the little fairy ginseng actually broke away from her and swam to the water.

Jiuluo stretched out his hand, wanting her to take him with him, but the little fairy ginseng stared at the little short leg and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Jiuluo remembered that Lingge had taught her how to avoid water, but she found that she couldn't use it here.

Maybe she's going to die here.

Ling Bai's figure suddenly appeared in his groggy mind, and he handed her a blue bead for her to swallow. He said that if you eat it, it will be like walking on the bottom of the sea.

Lao Tzu believes in your evil.

Doesn't it work at the bottom of the river?

Can beads also tell the saltiness of water?

Ling Bai had been lying to her.

Trick her to wait for him to come back, lie to her that she can't go to the Nine Heavens, and give a bead is not really a water bead.

If she could live and have the opportunity to see him, she would definitely scold him to relieve her anger.

But right now, this river demon is too powerful, and she has no choice but to struggle.

She slowly closed her eyes.

"Jiuluo, don't sleep. ”

She opened her eyes, and a familiar face came closer.

In the next breath, her lips were caught, and her chest that was about to dry up could breathe again, and she stretched out her hands to clung to the hope of living, desperately sucking in.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had left the demon river that almost killed her.

I believe in your wickedness. Almost died in the water.

There was still a dull pain in her chest, and she coughed weakly twice, and heard someone ask, "Awake?"

Jiuluo sat up with his body propped up, and when he saw the owner of the voice, he hurriedly covered his mouth. This is where he kissed. Her face burned into the sunset.

There was a bonfire burning in the center of the cave, a big fish was set on the fire, three thousand and one Xuanxi robes were set on a wooden shelf next to the bonfire, and Jiuluo's red clothes were next to the Xuanxi robes and hung on them to bake.

Three thousand sat leisurely next to the bonfire, turned the fish on the bonfire, raised his eyes and asked again: "Awake?"

Jiuluo felt that the three thousand nonsense were so suave and different.

She hurriedly nodded: "Awake." ”

I didn't care about this, and I found that I was only wearing a middle coat and my body was covered with straw. Only then did he come back to his senses, and the dazzling red dress hanging on the shelf was his own.

Happiness came too suddenly.

A few days ago, I inquired about the whereabouts of 3,000, but today I took the initiative to send it to the door, and also, returned, and saved her.

Jiu Luo remembered the scene in the water, and his face burned even more.

"What are you blushing for?" asked Sanqian beside the bonfire unabashedly, and Jiuluo was caught off guard and lied, "Hot, hot." ”

Grandma's, the cold wind is swishing in this hole, her coat is baking, but her middle coat is dried with body heat. It would be strange if she could be hot. I don't know if Sanqian will think that she drank too much water after hearing this.

Sanqian really hooked his lips and smiled: "Why don't you go to the cave to cool off?"

Jiuluo also smiled awkwardly, and waved his hand again and again: "This will not be hot again." She felt that if someone saved her, she should say something of thanks before talking to her.

"Thank you for saving me. Sanqian didn't answer, only nodded.

Jiuluo thought for a while and asked, "Why are you in Biyuan Immortal Mountain?"

"Just passing by. Sanqian didn't seem to care about this rescue, took a knife and cut off a piece of fish meat, sniffed it, shook his head and said, "Put less salt." He picked up a white porcelain jar on the ground, sprinkled some salt on the meat, and continued to flip the big fish on the shelf.

Jiuluo saw the attitude of the three thousand clouds and the breeze, and it seemed a little too hypocritical to say some thank-you speeches that he wanted to cry and wipe his tears, and his father said that he would not thank him for his great kindness. This grace, she wished Jiuluo to take it to heart. Sooner or later, I'll have to report it.