Mo Chuan can't hear her voice, her strands of hair floating in his ears, very itchy, he wants to brush, and resist.
He could hear her tiny breath, light and shallow.
She went to sleep.
He slowed down and walked lighter, so that she could not feel any turbulence.
Why go to her? Why save her?
He's asking himself.
Is it just because she looks like her?
Or because
Mo Chuan didn't dare to think about it any more. He just felt her warm breath blowing in his back neck, which made him stiff all over.
Her arms were soft around his neck, her cheek was against his neck, and she was sleeping heavily.
"Devil in white, I will not let you go..."
Her arm suddenly tightened.
Mochuan's step is a meal.
Is she awake?
No.
She was just dreaming. In her dream, she saw a man in white wearing a silver mask. He suddenly took off the mask. Behind the mask, there was a bloody mouth, which opened fiercely and bit her neck.
"Ah
With a sudden shock, she awoke from the nightmare and felt cold sweat all over her body, even on her forehead.
"Why, where is this?"
When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a cave, covered with clean and soft weeds, just like lying on a grass mat.
There was a bonfire burning in the cave, but she was alone.
She frowned, and soon remembered that she was lying on the back of Mo Chuan and fell asleep.
"Are you awake? Drink your water first. "
Mo Chuan came in from outside and handed her a water bag.
She took it and gulped, almost choking.
When she finished drinking, Mo Chuan handed her a few fresh fruits.
She was so hungry that she ate one fruit in two.
Mochuan sat by the campfire, stuffed a bunch of wild mushrooms into the stomach of the freshly washed and peeled hare, picked several big leaves, wrapped them with wet mud, and buried them under the fire.
He did it as if he were a model and had a clear eye, but he caused a heavy eyebrow and a straight giggle.
He had obviously never done such a job, and though he was elegant, he had forgotten two things.
No, it's not as salty as roasted wildebeest. It doesn't taste like roasted wildebeest.
But Shen Rumei still ate with relish.
After eating rabbit meat and drinking enough spring water, and having a long sleep before, she felt energetic and full of energy.
"Come on, let's hurry back. I'm worried about ling'er." She said.
Mo Chuan stares at her: "there is chase wind to take care of him, he will not have an accident, if something happens, Zhuifeng will try to inform me."
Shen Rumei nodded: "I miss him."
There's nothing wrong with that.
Mo Chuan no longer said more, put out the campfire, squatted down with his back to her.
She understood what he meant, but she shook her head.
"I can go myself."
Mo Chuan silent walk in front, Shen Rumei followed behind, she broke a branch as a crutch, can save some strength.
She slowed down as she walked.
Sichuan ink, looking back at her.
She bit her lip and knew why he had become silent all the way, something she didn't want to explain.
"The devil in white..." She paused. "He didn't do anything to me."
He did nothing but threaten her.
Mo Chuan's eyes flashed a touch of doubt.
If it's really nothing, why should she say that she is the man in white?
Shen Rumei saw through his mind and hummed: "you think too much. He's poisoned. You want me to help him detoxify."
So it is!
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