I have lived for almost twenty years, and I have never seen such a beautiful girl, let alone spoken a word so closely.

Before, when the mire flooded his legs, he did think that if he was going to die today, it would be worth it, and God would treat him well.

With such a lovely woman by his side, even if he dies, it will not be a lonely life.

But when the mire flooded his chest and almost flooded his throat, these thoughts were driven away in an instant by the intense desire to survive.

He's going to live.

He wants to live on his own.

And as long as this girl picks up a branch and hands it to him, or with some hard work, ties the branch to his body, he will not die in this mire today.

It's an easy way to think of it. And this girl was biased to death, and she was still teary-eyed in front of his eyes, looking more aggrieved than him.

He's angry, he's very angry.

is angry that his life is doing nothing, and the angry girl will not save him when he sees death.

If he dies like this, he will be swallowed up by the earth and become a part of this forest.

No one in the world will remember him.

Did he ever live?

No, no one will remember him, because he doesn't even deserve a decent cemetery.

Yes, he has become the clay of flowers, the clay of flowers and plants that nourish the flowers and plants of this mountain, to be trampled on, to be bitten by insects, to be flooded, and to be exposed to the sun.

No, he can't.

The air flow is slow, and you can hold your breath and concentrate.

At the last moment, he remembered Xuan Feng and the white-haired boy he had met when he was on the mountain.

Yes, it was Xuan Feng who tortured him into a half-mad and half-stupid person, he knew that it was powerful, but he couldn't control it, so much so that he finally forced himself to a dead end.

Man is not human, beast is not beast, could it be that he has become a demon?

No, how could such a shameful thing happen, the immortals he met were clearly immortals in the Kunlun Heavenly Realm, how could they inexplicably become demonic arts.

There must be something that didn't get it right, it must be that I didn't master the mystery of Xuanfeng, it must be like this, how could the immortals be wrong, not to mention, if there were no immortals teaching the art of Xuanfeng that day, where would there be today.

I heard the girl say again: "If you don't save you when you die, no, no, I can't, you can't do this." ”

"Is it impossible to see death without saving, or can it not be saved?"

Jiu Wen asked with the last of his strength.

In desperation, when the mire saw that it had completely engulfed him, a branch of vine passed through the mire, reached Jiuwen's hand, and wrapped around his waist in the darkness. In an instant, drag him to the tree.

He opened his eyes in embarrassment, accompanied by a violent and resounding vomit.

He lost count of how many times he had vomited, and there was nothing left in his stomach to vomit.

A mouthful of saliva was mixed with blood.

When he looked up, he was still looking at him with his innocent and beautiful face, wide eyes.

"It stinks, it stinks, it stinks. ”

The girl said.

"What stinks?" replied to Jiuwen helplessly.

"It stinks, you stink. The girl covered her nose and said.

"I stink?"

Jiuwen can't smell himself. He didn't smell himself at all.

The flesh and blood didn't smell anything special to him.

However, if you think about it, the things that come out of people's stomachs will not smell too good, just like moldy food, which is definitely a little smelly.

Moreover, it doesn't smell too good to come to this quagmire, it is at the bottom of the wet all the year round, and it has devoured a lot of beasts and passers-by, how can it smell good.

But it doesn't stink anyway, and the expression is a bit excessive.

"Does the girl mean that I'm covered in mud and ugly?"

"It's not ugly, it's beautiful, it's not ugly. The girl hurriedly shook her hand, "No, no, Childe is not ugly, not ugly." ”

"Girl, you will say that you are not ugly, and you will say that it stinks, what are you talking about? ”

Having just been saved, Jiuwen's mood was quite happy, although there should be many wounds on his body, but he didn't feel pain.

This experience is exactly the same as in the cave. Soon returned to his usual appearance, obviously very seriously injured.

Could it be that Xuan Feng made my wounds heal naturally?

When I held my breath and concentrated just now, did I already grasp the mystery of Xuanfeng, or did I make Xuanfeng my strength only when it was a matter of life and death?

If so...... Jiuwen felt fortunate first, and felt melancholy secondly.

The frustration in my heart was also hard to hide.

"It stinks, it stinks, it really stinks. ”

The girl she likes keeps saying stinky words in front of her, and she really doesn't know what to do.

He was a little angry and a little impatient, no matter how good-looking a woman was, if she could only repeat a few words of the same thing stupidly, then no matter how beautiful and moving this beautiful face was, it would not make Jiu Wen have any interest.

He knew that his fate was bumpy, and he never dared to like any woman, and he also knew that if he couldn't become strong in heaven and earth, even if he had a woman he liked, it would not end well.

What does he like about a person, and what does another person like about him?

The liking between people is also about the identity of the family, how can anyone casually like him who is poor and ugly.

What girl's family would like a sick, defenseless, ambitious, and powerless man?

Don't say that Qi Country doesn't have it, even if you look at the four seas, there will be no such woman.

And the one in front of him, his heart is moved, at the moment of life and death, love is indeed profound, but the reality is even more profound.

Thinking about it like this, Jiuwen had already secretly made up his mind, what else do you want a woman to do, she is at ease alone, and it is not bad to be able to spend her life well.

He was born with inferiority, and he knew that he was weak and sickly, and he was always polite and polite to others, thinking that he could get some benefits in this way.

This trick is indeed useful, most people, especially the people in the village, are simple by nature, if someone says something good to them, praise a few words of praise for diligence and reliability, etc., they can often kill chickens and sheep, and treat you as a distinguished guest and friend.

But even if there is a three-inch tongue that talks about people and gossips about ghosts, Jiuwen doesn't want to accompany this girl anymore.

He's had enough, he's really had enough.

Just because this girl is clearly playing with him as a monkey.

If this continues, he will lose the last of his dignity.

"What the hell are you going to say?" Jiu Wen coughed, his tone aggravated.

The girl was still the same as just now, pointing her white finger at Jiuwen's face.

"Your face is not ugly. You just stink. ”

"Very well, my face is not ugly, and your face is not ugly. Jiuwen forced a laugh.

"Thank you. ”

Finally a normal conversation.

"Girl, can you tell me what this place is?"

"No, you can't. ”

The girl shook her head vigorously.