Jun Jiuling

Occasionally, the rocks fall off and make a crisp collision sound, which echoes in the mountain stream.

Half of her body was suspended in the air, and she was holding a loose rock with both hands, and she would fall into the cliff in the next moment.

Seeing this situation, the timid will scream, and the daring will immediately rush to save people.

But now this man screamed and rushed forward, but his words and actions were strange.

He didn't pull her up immediately, but pressed her hand and squeezed the purple fairy plant in her hand.

He crouched in front of him, the sunlight was blocked and a shadow was cast over Miss Jun.

Miss Jun could also see his face clearly.

He is about twenty-one or twenty years old, his skin color is not fair, but it is shiny and delicate, his nose bridge is high and his eyes are bright, and his appearance is outstanding.

He squatted down at this moment, still not small in size.

A straw rope was wrapped around his waist, a rabbit was hanging, and an ax was pinned to it.

The ax was still stained with blood.

Not sure if it was a chopped rabbit or something else.

Miss Jun's eyes returned to his face.

"I'm about to fall, son, can you pull me up?" she said.

There was no anxiety, no annoyance and no fear, as if she was talking about the weather today.

The man in front of him smiled, his smile was warm and a bit uninhibited. This uninhibitedness did not make people feel disgusted, but added a bit of a different demeanor.

"Okay." He said, and after saying this, he stretched his long arms.

Miss Jun was picked up easily, and he stood up with him, leading her back.

Just after leaving here, the rocks on this side collapsed with a crash.

The man let out a cry.

"It's so dangerous." He said, patted his chest, as if he was greatly frightened, "You almost fell."

Yes, it's dangerous.

Miss Jun looked at her right hand that was still held by him.

The man's hand had thick joints, broad and powerful palms, and thin calluses on his fingers.

"Yes, thank you so much, sir." She lowered her eyes and said.

"What are you doing? How did you come here?" the man asked curiously.

"I'm a herb picker." Miss Jun said softly, looking up at the man, "Is the young master from here?"

Why did you just come here?

The man smiled slightly.

"I'm a woodcutter," he said loudly, tapping the ax in his waist with his left hand.

Miss Jun saluted again.

"Thank you benefactor for saving your life." She said.

The man hurriedly raised his hand to stop it.

"No, you can't say that," he said, "it's just a little effort."

Miss Jun didn't speak any more, and her eyes once again fell on the hand that was still held by the man.

There is a saying that the grace of saving life is promised by the body.

Those delicate little girls on the stage were rescued by the righteous son, and they said such words to dedicate their hearts to this son.

There are also ruffians in the market who grab a little girl who doesn't know where she came from, and say such words, and sway through the market fiercely, no one dares to control her.

This is a matter of course, and it is also an unavoidable thing.

She didn't speak, and there was silence between the two of them.

In the barren mountains and wild mountains, there was a beautiful little girl and a young woodcutter holding an axe. The silence made the atmosphere a bit strange.

Just as Miss Jun was about to speak again, her right hand was flipped suddenly, her arm went numb, and her tightly clenched hand loosened.

Without waiting for her to cry out, the hand holding her hand moved away to catch the falling Ziying fairy plant.

"Okay, some small things, nothing to worry about." He said loudly, waved to Miss Jun casually, and turned around smartly.

Miss Jun looked at the Ziying fairy plant that he was holding.

"Young man," she said.

The man's figure paused, frowning and turning around.

"Do you want this herb for medical treatment or for money?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

The man smiled.

"Are you talking about this flower?" He said, shaking the purple fairy plant in his hand, "I haven't thought about it yet, anyway, it's my thing, I'll talk about it later when I get back."

Miss Jun looked at him, at his strong figure and the bloody ax in his waist.

"But I picked it," she said.

She shouldn't have said this, but she still wanted to say it. Although it was irrational, she didn't know if she had died once. She especially didn't want to tell herself that the future would be long.

The future is long, and some things are not in a hurry.

The days to come are long, some things are gone and we will find them later.

But who knows if there will be a future in the next moment.

She has been under the care of her master for six years, but she has received nothing in return. In the future, she will run around to avenge her father, and it is impossible to climb mountains and mountains just to find Ziyingxian.

Hearing her say this, the smile on the man's face gradually faded away, and the original warm breath disappeared, just like the ax pinned to his waist, exuding a bloody smell.

"Do you know whether you should say this sentence?" He said, looking at the little girl standing on the hillside who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, his voice was meaningful.

A lonely little girl in the barren mountains, let alone robbing her of a flower, what about the person who robs her?

He can pull her up, and he can also throw her off the cliff.

The little girl nowadays, it's fine if she doesn't know how to repay her kindness, but she is getting more and more aggressive.

Besides, can this be called robbery?

"But, I did pick this Ziying fairy plant." Miss Jun said again.

The man's face became even more gloomy.

"Little girl, you are wrong." He said, "I picked it."

"I picked it," Miss Jun said.

It's like pointless spats between kids, yours yours yours.

The man stepped forward, like a mountain pressing down, throwing tremendous pressure, and the wind he carried almost knocked Miss Jun down.

Miss Jun really fell.

It wasn't because she was frightened or blown by the wind, but her foot was injured when she stepped off the cliff just now, and now she was sitting on the ground with blood on the corner of her skirt.

He didn't chop her down with an axe, and he didn't pick her up and throw her into the cliff, and of course he didn't feel sorry for her when she fell down.

"Think about it." The man said viciously, "If it weren't for me, would you have died? If you died, would this flower still be yours?"

He pointed to the ground.

"You are dead, this flower is thrown here, and whoever picks it up will own it."

Then he squatted down and looked at Miss Jun, his thick eyebrows frowned.

"Are you still being reasonable?"

Miss Jun looked at him, as if she didn't know what to say.

"But." She stretched out her hand and pointed behind her, "I was there just now, and I died there, so the flowers would fall with me, so logically..."

She looked at the man in front of her with a serious expression.

"You can't pick it up either."

The man stared, with annoyance on his face, and raised his fist the size of a sandbag.

Miss Jun didn't close her eyes, watching the sandbag-sized fist pointing in that direction.

"But I have already pinched this Ziying plant just now." He said, "If you drop it, it won't fall, so I still picked it up."

Miss Jun shook her head immediately.

"I will never let go even if I fall." She said, "Either it falls with me, or it is torn into two pieces by me, then this purple fairy plant is still not yours."

A fist the size of a sandbag landed in front of her nose.

"Little girl, I must have a way to make you let go when you fall, believe it or not?" The lady's side rubbed against the corner of her skirt, splashing dust and gravel.

Miss Jun stopped talking.

"Why are you so unreasonable at such a young age?" The man said, filled with righteous indignation, "It's really outrageous."