Jun Jiuling - Chapter 164

[Chapter 1 1 Woodcutter]

Occasionally, the rocks fell off and made a crisp collision sound, echoing in the mountain stream.

She was half-dangling, her hands clinging to a loose rock, and she would fall into a cliff in the next moment.

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

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

He didn’t pull her up immediately, but squeezed the Violet Immortal Plant in her hand.

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

Miss Jun could also see his face clearly.

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

He squatted down at this time, still not small.

A straw rope was wrapped around his waist, a rabbit was hanging, and an axe was attached.

There was blood on the axe.

I don’t know if it was a chopped rabbit or something else.

Miss Jun’s gaze returned to his face.

“I’m about to fall, sir, can you pull me up?”.

she said.

No rush, no annoyance, no fear, as if she was talking about the weather today.

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

“Okay,” he said, and after saying this, he stretched his long arms.

Miss Jun was easily picked up, and he also stood up and led her back.

just left here.

The rocks here fell with a thud.

The man exclaimed.

“It’s dangerous,” he said, patting his chest, as if he was greatly frightened.

“You almost fell.”

Yes, it’s dangerous.

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

The man’s hand has thick knuckles, his palm is broad and powerful, and there are thin calluses on his fingers.

“Yeah, 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 the herb collector.” Miss Jun said softly, looking up at the man, “Is the son from here?”.

Why did you happen to be here?

The man smiled slightly.

“I’m a woodcutter,” he exclaimed.

His left hand patted the axe in his waist.

Miss Jun saluted again.

“Thank you for your life-saving grace,” 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.

His gaze fell on the hand still being held by the man.

There is a saying that life-saving grace is promised by oneself.

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

There are also rogues in the street market who grabbed the little girl who didn’t know where they came from, and swaggered through the market with such words.

No one dares to care.

This is the right thing to do.

It is also helpless.

She didn’t speak, and there was silence between the two.

In the barren mountains, there is a beautiful little woman, a young woodcutter with an axe, this silence makes the atmosphere a little weird.

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

Don’t wait for her to whisper.

The hand holding her hand also moved away, catching the fallen Ziyingxian plant.

“Okay. It’s not worth mentioning some small things.” He said loudly, waved his hand to Miss Jun with a bit of randomness, and turned around gracefully.

Miss Jun looked at the Ziying Immortal Plant that he was holding.

“This boy,” she said.

The man’s figure paused, frowning back.

“Do you want this herb to cure a disease or to sell it for money?” Miss Jun looked at him and said.

The man laughed.

“You mean this flower?”.

He said, shaking the Ziying Immortal Plant in his hand, “I haven’t thought about this yet, it’s my thing anyway, I’ll talk about it later when I go back.”

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

“But this is what I picked,” she said.

She shouldn’t have said this, but she still wanted to say it. Although it wasn’t rational enough, she didn’t know if she had died once. She especially didn’t want to tell herself that it would be too long.

It’s a long time coming to Japan, and some things are not urgent.

It’s been a long time since I came to Japan, and some things are gone and I’ll find them later.

But who knows if there will be another day in the next moment.

She had to be taken care of by her master for six years, without any return, she was about to run around to avenge her father in the future, and it would be impossible to climb mountains and mountains just to find the immortal plant of Ziying.

Hearing her say these words, the smile on the man’s face gradually disappeared, and the originally warm breath disappeared, just like the axe attached to his waist, exuding a bloody aura.

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

Barren mountains and wild ridges, a little girl who is alone, let alone rob her of a flower, what about the person who robbed her?

He could pull her up or throw her off the cliff.

Today’s little girl, even if she doesn’t know how to repay her favor, she’s getting more and more aggressive.

Besides, can this be called a robbery?

“However, I did pick this Ziying Immortal Plant.” Miss Jun said again.

The man’s face darkened even more.

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

“I picked it.” Miss Jun said.

It’s like a pointless spat between kids, your mine your your mine.

The man stepped over one step, pressing down like a mountain, throwing a huge pressure, and the wind it 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 was just kicking off the cliff. At this time, she sat on the ground with blood on the corner of her skirt.

He didn’t cut her down with an axe, he didn’t pick her up and threw her into the cliff, and 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 belong to you?”

He pointed to the ground.

“You’re dead, this flower is thrown here, whoever picks it up is who.”

Then he squatted down and looked at Miss Jun, frowning thickly.

“Are you still 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 too, so the flowers would fall with me, so it makes sense…”

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

“You can’t pick it up either.” The

man stared, annoyed on his face, and raised a fist the size of a sandbag.

Miss Jun didn’t close her eyes, UU read www.sonicmtl.com watching that sandbag-sized fist pointed in that direction.

“But I have already pinched this purple ying.” He said, “If you fall, it won’t fall, so I still picked it up.”

Miss Jun immediately shook her head.

“I will never let go if I fall,” she said. “Either it falls with me, or it is torn into two pieces by me, then this is the Violet Immortal Plant or not yours.” The

sandbag is big The fist 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 viciously, he swung his other hand, and the axe that was attached to his waist was slashed at Jun. The lady’s side wiped 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.” (To be continued.)

A woodcutter in the first chapter:

[End of this Chapter]