But God doesn't seem to love him.
Lu Yilan watched him rub around for hundreds of times. After he finally made a small spark, it went out without waiting for the spark to fall on the dry straw and ignite.
From barely being able to walk and wipe the flint to gasping for breath, a Wang failed to make a fire.
Although he does look a little miserable, but I don't know why, Lu Yilan still wants to laugh.
About half an hour later, a Wang finally put down his flint and said to himself, "before I came here, there was a heavy rain on this side of the broken temple."
"These flints are wet with heavy rain, so they can't start a fire." After finding a beautiful reason for his incompetence, he cast his eyes to one side. Lu Yilan said, "by the way, girl, don't you know that you came down from the mountain with a torch?"
Lu Yilan shook his head.
She went up to the mountain to deliver rice and medicine, but she didn't cook medicine, so she didn't get the origami.
The temple was quiet for a while.
Lu Yilan could only clear his throat and said, "young master, I'm going home soon But I'll come again tomorrow. Why don't I bring you a fold when I go up the mountain tomorrow? "
He took a deep look at her again, "OK."
At last, Lu Yilan got involved in some communication. With a sigh of relief, she talked with a Wang here. Looking at his face and listening to his voice, she was slightly obsessed with this conversation.
But think about Liu Xiucai is still waiting at home, she can only break the heart of missing, got up to say goodbye.
"See you tomorrow, girl."
"See you tomorrow."
The shadow slowly went down the mountain.
Also sitting on the withered grass, ah Wang, with a calm face, suddenly covered his waist with a bow.
……
It's better than half, but it's still painful.
But a Wang didn't dare to show his Too weak, he is afraid that he is as weak as an ant in front of others.
I'm afraid he looks like he can run over with his hand.
The woman who suddenly appeared seemed to be a friend rather than an enemy.
Just now he reached out and found out that this woman really had no martial arts and internal power. She was as weak and harmless as she looked, and there was no poison in the bun she brought.
However, it is still not 100% certain.
Let's see tomorrow. If she brings the torches tomorrow, he will believe that she has a good heart attack. When she returns to the capital the next day, he will
There must be a return.
If it's someone else who comes tomorrow -
a Wang's eyes flash a fierce intention to kill, no matter who wants to take advantage of him, control him and use him, don't blame the ruthlessness of the knife in his hand.
Thinking about it, he stood up with his sword in pain, raised his hand, swept the light of the sword, and ah Wang held his breath.
Fortunately, it's more than enough to kill some curfew.
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the next day.
While eating the steamed bread left by Lu Yilan yesterday, a Wang looks at the door of the broken temple.
He is sitting at the side of the gate, the door is open. From his position, you can get through the small crack of the door. If she comes with a fire fold, it will be OK.
If it's someone who's a jerk.
The sword in my hand is full of cold light.
This is the morning.
She did not come, nor did the Jackal.
Biting the steamed bread and taking the water left by Lu Yilan before, he took two mouthfuls and began to sit still again.
Until midnight.
A Wang just heard a burst of soft footstep sound.
It's very regular. It's very light. It's a little fast. Listen to the sound It's a woman.
I was suddenly relieved.