Chapter 164

The rocks occasionally fall off and make a crisp collision sound, echoing in the mountain stream.

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

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

But now the man screamed and jumped up, but his words and actions were strange.

Instead of pulling her up immediately, he pressed her hand and pinched the purple fairy in her hand.

He squatted in front of him, and the sun was blocked, casting a shadow over Miss Jun.

Miss Jun can also see his face.

He is about twenty-two years old. His skin color is not white, but shiny and delicate. He has a high bridge of nose, bright eyes and outstanding appearance.

He squatted down at this time, still not small.

He had a straw rope wrapped around his waist, a rabbit hanging from it, and an axe pinned to it.

The axe was still stained with blood.

I don't know if it's a rabbit or something.

Miss Jun's eyes returned to his face.

"I'm about to fall. Young master, can you pull me up?" She said.

No worry, no anger, no fear, just like what she said about the weather today.

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

"OK." He said, and with these words, his long arm made an effort.

Miss Jun was easily picked up. He also stood up and took her back.

Before leaving here, the rocks here fell with a crash.

The man shouted.

"How dangerous." He said, patting his chest, as if frightened, "you almost fell."

Yeah, it's close.

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

The man's hand bones are thick, the palm is broad and powerful, and there are thin cocoons on his fingers.

"Yes, thank you very much, childe." She said, looking down.

"What do you do? How did you get here?" The man asked curiously.

"I'm a medicine collector." Miss Jun said softly and looked up at the man, "is the childe from here?"

Why did you happen to be here?

The man smiled.

"I'm a woodcutter." He said loudly, patting his left hand on the waist.

Miss Jun saluted again.

"Thank you for saving my life." She said.

The man quickly raised his hand to stop.

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

Miss Jun didn't speak again. Her eyes fell on the hand still held by the man again.

There is a saying that the grace of saving lives is promised by example.

Those charming little women on the stage were saved by the righteous childe. That's what they said. They offered their hearts to the childe.

There are also local ruffians and scoundrels in the market who catch a little girl who doesn't know where to come from. With such words, they swagger through the market with a ferocious look, and no one dares to take care of them.

This is a matter of course, but also a matter of no alternative.

She didn't speak and there was silence between them.

In the wild mountains, a beautiful little woman and a strong woodcutter with an axe made the atmosphere a little strange.

Just as Miss Jun was about to speak again, her right hand was suddenly turned over, her arm was suddenly numb, and her tightly held hand was released.

Without waiting for her to shout, the hand holding her hand also moved away and caught the falling purple fairy.

"Well, a few small things are not worth mentioning." He said loudly, waving his hand to miss Jun at will and turning smartly.

Miss Jun looked at the purple immortal plant he had caught.

"This childe." She said.

The figure of the man frowned and turned back.

"Do you want this herb to cure diseases or to sell money?" Miss Jun looked at him and said.

The man smiled.

"You mean this flower?" He said, shaking the purple immortal plant in his hand, "I haven't thought about it yet. It's mine anyway. I'll talk about it slowly when I get back."

Miss Jun looked at him, at his strong figure and the axe with blood in his waist.

"But I picked it." She said.

She shouldn't have said this, but she still wanted to say that although she was not rational enough, she didn't know whether she had died once. She didn't want to tell herself that the future would be long.

There's a long way to go. Some things are not urgent.

It's a long time coming. Some things are gone. We'll find them later.

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

She had to be looked after by her master for six years without any return. She was about to avenge her father in the future. It was impossible to climb the mountains just to find the purple immortal plant.

Listening to her words, the smile on the man's face gradually dispersed, and the original warm breath disappeared, just like the axe pinned in his waist, emitting a bloody smell.

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

Wild mountains, lonely little girl, let alone rob her a flower, what about the people who rob her?

He can pull her up or throw her down the cliff.

Today's little girl, even if she doesn't know how to repay her kindness, she is more and more insatiable.

Besides, can this be called robbery?

"But I did pick this purple fairy." Miss Jun said again.

The man's face became more gloomy.

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

"I picked it." Said Miss Jun.

It's like a meaningless quarrel between children, yours, mine, yours and mine.

The man stepped over like a mountain, threw great pressure, and the wind almost blew Miss Jun down.

Miss Jun really fell down.

It's not that she was frightened or blown by the wind, but that her foot was hurt when she was just pedaling on the cliff. At this time, she sat on the ground, and the corner of her skirt showed blood.

He didn't cut her down with an axe, nor did he pick her up and throw her into the cliff. Of course, he didn't feel pity for her when she fell.

"Think about it." The man said fiercely, "if it weren't for me, would you be dead? If you were dead, would this flower still be yours?"

He reached out and pointed to the ground.

"When you die, the flower will be thrown here. Whoever finds it will own it."

Then squat down and look at Miss Jun, frowning.

"Are you reasonable?"

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

"But." She stretched out her hand and pointed to her back. "I was there just now, and I died there. In this way, the flowers will fall with me, so it makes sense..."

She looked at the man in front of her and looked serious.

"You can't find it."

The man stared with anger on his face and raised his fist as big as a sandbag.

Miss Jun didn't close her eyes and looked at the big fist of the sandbag pointing in the direction over there.

"But I just pinched this purple plant." He said, "if you fall, it can't fall, so I found it."

Miss Jun shook her head immediately.

"I'll never let go if I fall." She said, "either it fell with me or it was torn in two by me. It's a purple fairy or it's not yours."

The big fist of the sandbag stopped in front of her nose.

"Little girl, I must have a way to let you go when you fall. Do you believe it?" The man said fiercely and shook his other hand. The axe pinned to her waist was slapped on Miss Jun's side, wiping the corner of her skirt and splashing dust and gravel.

Miss Jun stopped talking.

"Why are you so unreasonable at your young age." The man said, filled with righteous indignation, "it's really outrageous."