Jun Jiuling

From the moment he appeared, he took a fancy to the Ziying fairy plant in her hand.

He can also easily only want Ziying Xianzhu, regardless of her life or death.

But he still rescued her, so the so-called robbery is justified.

It really doesn't make sense for me to be so aggressive anymore.

Miss Jun was silent for a moment.

"If you don't need it for medical treatment, but for money, I can buy this herb of yours." She said, looking at him, "Any amount is fine."

The man drank and laughed.

"Little girl." He reached out and tapped the tip of her nose, "Not everything in this world can be measured by money."

As he spoke, he stood up, tucked the ax back into his waist, tightened the straw rope, raised his hand and wiped his nose, turned around and strode away.

Miss Jun watched him disappear into the forest in three steps and two steps, and then she breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to caress the silver bracelet on her left wrist.

With her light touch, a circle of thin silver thorns suddenly bloomed on the twisted flower silver bracelet, shining green in the sunlight.

Although the venom in it can seal the throat with blood, if the opponent strikes with an axe, there is no guarantee that she will be unscathed.

After all, this woodcutter is a very powerful and dangerous person.

Is this an accident or is it related to the enemies of the Fang family?

Miss Jun thought to herself, how is Fang Chengyu at the foot of the mountain? She was about to get up, but a sharp pain came from her feet, causing her to fall down again.

Miss Jun put away the thorns on the silver bracelet, lifted the hem of her skirt, and looked at her ankle. Blood had seeped into her trousers, shoes and socks.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it. Fortunately, no bones were hurt, just muscles.

There are medicines for bruises in the car, and it will be fine after two or three days of application at home.

But the problem now is that it is a bit troublesome to go down the mountain.

Miss Jun raised her head and looked around. Go break a branch and use it as a walking stick. You can always move it before dark.

Just as she was about to crawl, there were footsteps again. Miss Jun raised her head and watched the woodcutter come back again.

Miss Jun sat up straight and held hands.

The woodcutter stopped a few steps away from her and looked down at her with folded arms.

"Hey, I won't sell you herbs." He said, "However, how much will you pay for sending you down the mountain?"

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Miss Jun stretched out her hand and pulled the branch hanging from her hair, only to realize how tall this man was.

Being carried on his back feels like riding a horse.

And he was walking very fast, as if he didn't even look at the trees blocking the way by the jagged rocks, but he easily avoided it when he was about to hit it.

This made Miss Jun a little nervous, and she couldn't help grabbing his shoulders.

"Hey, hey." He shouted immediately, "I'll carry you back, don't touch me."

Does this person really care, or is he just pretending to be crazy?

Miss Jun let go of her hand and changed her palm to her wrist to minimize their contact.

This satisfied him.

"Little girl, is it true that you said you are rich?" He said again, "I'm ugly, don't lie to me and send you down, and then say you have no money with tears in your eyes, thank you for being a good person thought."

As he spoke, he strode across a slope and slid out with the rolling earth and rocks.

Due to the sudden fall, Miss Jun had to wrap her arms around his neck and stick to his back.

He didn't know whether it was because he was hugged around the neck or the girl behind him was too close to him, so he yelled again.

"You're strangling me," he yelled.

Miss Jun let go of her hand in time and straightened her body on his back again.

"Be careful." He hummed twice, very dissatisfied.

Miss Jun looked at the bracelet on her left hand.

"Be careful, too," she said.

This was the second sentence Miss Jun had spoken since she agreed to be carried by him and pointed out the direction down the mountain.

He glanced at her sideways, with a strange expression on his face, and then laughed a few more times.

"Little girl, you don't need to say such things." He said, "It's useless to be obedient, praise me as a good person, and express your concern for me. You won't pay when you get down the mountain."

He drank and laughed twice.

Withdrawing the hand holding her leg behind her, she patted her in front of her.

The rabbit and the ax that were originally attached to the waist were hung on the front.

Because he suddenly took away a hand, Miss Jun's body slid down, and she had no choice but to wrap his arms around his shoulder again.

"Hey, be careful." He also shouted again, "Don't think about playing tricks."

Miss Jun sighed inwardly, did not speak, and straightened herself up again.

"You little girl is not very old, and you have a lot of thoughts."

"It's a pity that this thought is not used in a serious place."

"This delicate trick of pretending to be weak is also rewarding."

"The things in this world that can be measured by money are not things that cannot be solved."

He speaks fast, walks fast, and seems to be very familiar with the mountains, running around with great agility.

Miss Jun raised her hand suddenly.

"Wait a minute." She spoke for the third time.

He stopped, a little impatiently.

"What do you want to do? Is it convenient? Hold on, you can go down the mountain soon." He said.

Miss Jun stretched out her hand and grabbed a bush nearby, broke off a branch, and removed the leaves.

"You bite on this," she said, bringing the branch to his mouth.

He froze for a moment, with a bit of guard.

"What?" he said.

"This is a kind of medicinal material. I heard that your voice is a little hoarse. Have you been retching at night recently, as if your throat is blocked?" Miss Jun said.

He raised his eyebrows, yes, she was right.

She said that she is a herb collector, so it is normal for her to understand medical principles.

And there was nothing unusual about this tree. Although he didn't know if it was a medicinal material, at least he knew it was not poisonous.

He opened his mouth and bit the branch.

"However, I didn't ask you to see a doctor for me, and this doesn't offset the money I sent you." He said.

Because of a twig in his mouth, his speech became slurred.

Miss Jun hummed.

He was relieved, and quickened his pace to walk through the forest, because he bit a branch in his mouth, and it was inconvenient to speak, so the two of them became quiet, only the sound of footsteps and the sounds of birds and animals in the forest.

Whether this person was a random passer-by or an acquaintance who had planned for a long time, or whether he was cunning or pretending to be crazy, Miss Jun didn't care for the time being, but one thing was certain.

This man is a chatterbox.

She breathed out lightly, only feeling that the quietness was really comforting.

Because the body and mind were relaxed, he couldn't help getting a little closer to this person, which caused him to complain vaguely.

Miss Jun leaned against his shoulder, which stood upright like a mountain on his back.

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The fire had been extinguished, and the remaining unopened meals were neatly placed on the felt mat.

Fang Chengyu kept looking at the direction Miss Jun was leaving.

Why is it so long?

Is it hard to find?

It's not a big deal if they can't find it. Could something happen to her?

After all, she is a weak woman, from the barren mountains.

Fang Chengyu glanced at Lei Zhonglian who was squatting aside.

This happened before. He told Lei Zhonglian to go to the mountains to find her, but Lei Zhonglian flatly refused.

"The young mistress said, let me watch the young master." He said, "I can't go to see other people."

This is a very stubborn person. Fang Chengyu knew this kind of person's personality, so he didn't try to do that kind of threatening, noisy and scolding behavior.

Lei Zhonglian stood up suddenly.

"The young mistress is here." He said, his voice was joyful and strange, "but who is that man?"

Fang Chengyu also looked over at the first sound.

In sight, a man came running from the mountain. His tall stature made the girl on his back look even smaller.

Something happened to her.

Fang Chengyu thought immediately, he didn't think about who that man was, and he didn't even look at him.

He grabbed the crutch beside him, but didn't stand up.

It is safest for a cripple to sit down so as not to cause trouble to others.

Lei Zhonglian took a few steps forward, but did not leave Fang Chengyu.

The running man also stopped a few steps away and said something.

His voice was loud, but his words were vague as if he had something in his mouth and couldn't hear clearly. Both Lei Zhonglian and Fang Chengyu subconsciously looked at his face.

It really has something in it.

This is a young and handsome man, but this handsome man has a twig in his mouth.

Some men will hold grass or a flower in their mouths, looking romantic and uninhibited.

But with a big tree branch in his mouth, it's really not romantic.

What a strange person, is this the custom of the mountain people here?

This custom is somewhat familiar.

Lei Zhonglian, who watched and drove carts and dealt with cattle, horses and donkeys a lot, said in her heart.

Like the bits that cattle wear when they work.

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Thank you for the flowers on the other side, and the rewards of He Qiyou Mushroom and Choi.

Thank you for your support.

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