The green trees are secluded, and the tender grass is continuous. A gentle gust of wind carries the weeping willows, and with a soft sigh, the flowers hide themselves.

This is a beautiful place, where small beasts run, small fish swim, small winds blow softly, and small flowers enjoy themselves.

The stream is gentle and sparkling in the sun, and the forest is quiet, and the sky is secluded.

In the distance, there was a figure lying on the rocks, weak and deserted.

"Hiss~~~" The figure struggled to sit up, looking very painful.

"Ahh

Sighing alone is like going through something very unfortunate.

As if he wanted to raise his arm, he only lifted a distance, but he fell helplessly, and gasped.

Unwilling to stand up, the center of gravity shifted, and suddenly rolled down the mountain rock, disappearing.

"Hahaha! ahahaha...... I'm not dead! I don't die because Gu Nianyu is not dead! He is an old thief! I'm not dead when you Gu Xiaoye!"

The figure that had rolled to the ground laughed maniacally, as if he had found something to be happy about.

It turned out that he was Gu Nianyu who was forced to jump off the cliff!

"He Lao Thief! Duan Pifu, when I become stronger, I will definitely climb the mountain to calculate the revenge of jumping off the cliff!" he shouted with blood on his face.

Just when he rolled down, he hit a sharp stone, a cut on his forehead, and blood flowed everywhere, and he knew that he was still alive.

Because of the dead, how can there be pain and blood?

Gradually, he regained his composure and began to look at his current situation.

"I can't move, I can't be lucky, although there are a lot of pills in the storage bag, but I can't touch my waist at all, and I can't heal myself. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, I found that I couldn't move, but my head could. But what's the use?

I had no choice but to move forward with my chin.

There is a stream in the distance, go and drink some water, or you will die of thirst.

Effortlessly raised his head, stretched his chin forward, then slammed to the ground, moved forward hard, and crawled forward little by little.

My jaw hit a sharp pebble and it bled non-stop, and I didn't stop, it was the only way I could live.

I don't want to sit still, I want to be strong!

It was not a far stream, and it took me a long time to "climb" through the rocks, during which my clothes were worn to varying degrees, and I wondered if I would have no clothes to wear one day.

Trying to stick his head on the surface of the stream, he was startled at the reflection inside.

Unkempt, with a bloody face, and a long gash on his forehead, although the bleeding has stopped, the visible blood scars also make people shudder to watch.

Knock Knock drank enough water, put his head in it and shook it back and forth, trying to wash the stains on his face, but he didn't expect the scar that had just scabbed and bled again, and suddenly dyed the stream red.

After a while, I was a little dizzy and stuck my head out of the water, feeling less dirty. It's just that there are two taels of blood missing.

I looked around with great difficulty, trying to find a place to sleep, because it was too dangerous to move, and any beast that came over me could eat me, so I had to find a safe place.

Everywhere else there were meadows, bushes, creeks, and there was nothing to hide.

"Hey, that rock in front of you! It's good, it's high, it's secret, I'm going there!"

After thinking about it, he continued to crawl towards it "arch by arch".