Chapter 164: a chopping person

The occasional shedding of the rock gives a crisp collision and echoes in the foothills.
She was half empty and her hands were climbing a loose mountain rock, and the next moment she fell into the cliff.
Seeing this situation, the timid will scream, and the daring will immediately rush to save people.
But now the man, who made a scream, also rushed up, but the words and actions were strange.
He did not immediately pull her up, but pressed her hand to hold the purple sage in her hand.
He was kneeling in front of him, and the sun was blocked and cast a shadow to cover Miss Jun.
Miss Jun can also see his face.
At about 21 years of age, his skin color is not white, but it is shiny and delicate. His nose is bright and his eyes are bright and his appearance is outstanding.
He kneels down at this time, and he is still not small.
There was a straw rope around his waist, a rabbit hanging, and an axe.
The axe is still stained with blood.
I don't know if I cut the rabbit or something else.
Miss Jun’s eyes returned to his face.
"I am going to fall, can you pull me up?" she said.
No urgency, no fear, no fear, just like what she said about the weather today.
The man in front of him smiled, and the smile was gentle and a bit unruly. This did not make people feel resentful, but added a few different styles.
"Okay," he said, after saying this, the long arm was hard.
Miss Jun was easily picked up, and he stood up and took her back.
Just left here, the rocks here are falling.
The man shouted.
"Good risk," he said, patted his chest and seemed to be greatly frightened. "You almost fell."
Yes, good insurance.
Miss Jun looked at her right hand that he was still holding.
The man's hand bones are thick, the palms are thick and powerful, and there are thin braids on the fingers.
"Yeah, thank you very much for the son." She said with a sigh.
"What are you doing? How come here?" the man asked curiously.
"I am a drug collector." Miss Jun said softly and whispered, looking up at the man. "Is the son a person here?"
How come just here?
The man smiled slightly.
"I am a firewood man," he exclaimed, his left hand patted the axe in his waist.
Miss Jun once again gave a gift.

Thank you for your help,
she said.
The man is busy raising his hand to stop it.
"No, you can't say that," he said. "It's just a matter of raising your hand."
Miss Jun did not speak again, and her eyes fell again on the hand that was still held by the man.
There is a saying that the grace of life is to be promised.
The little women on the stage were rescued by the righteous son, and they said this, and they gave their heart to the son.
In the market, there is also a cellar rogue who catches the little woman who doesn’t know where to come. When she says this, the fierce and savage swaying through the city, no one dares to control.
This is a matter of righteousness, and it is nothing to do.
She did not speak, and the two were silent.
Wild mountain, a beautiful little woman, a young man with axe, this silence makes the atmosphere a bit strange.
Just when Miss Jun was going to talk again, her right hand was suddenly turned over, her arms suddenly numb, and the tightly held hand was released.
Not waiting for her to whisper, the hand holding her hand also moved away, catching the fallen Ziyingxian.
"Well, a little bit of something, not enough to hang on." He shouted, with a bit of casually posing to Miss Jun, chic and turned.
Miss Jun looked at the Ziying Xianzhu who was taken by him.
"This son," she said.
The man’s figure was a frown and he frowned.

Do you want this herb to cure the disease or to sell it?
Miss Jun said, watching him.
The man smiled.
"Do you mean this flower?" he said, shaking the purple scented plant in his hand. "I haven't thought about it yet. It's my thing. Go back and talk slowly."
Miss Jun looked at him and looked at his strong figure and the axe in his waist.
"But this is what I picked," she said.
She shouldn't say this, but she still wants to say that although she is not rational enough, she does not know if she has died once. She especially does not want to tell herself about the Japanese leader.
When I come to Japan, there are some things that are not urgent.
Come to Japan, some things are gone, wait for them later.
But who knows if there is still a coming day in the next moment.
She had to take care of her master for six years, and there was no return. It was going to rush for the father to come to Japan. It was impossible to find the Ziyingxian strain when it was over the mountain.
Listening to her saying this, the smile on the man's face gradually dissipated, and the original warmth of the breath disappeared, just like the axe in his waist, exuding suffocation.
"Do you know if you should say this?" he said, looking at the little girl who stood on the hillside and seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind. The voice was profound.
Wild mountain wilderness, a lonely girl, don't say how to grab her a flower, and grab her?
He can pull her up and throw her down the cliff.
Now the little girl, even if she doesn’t know the Entu newspaper, she is getting more and more insatiable.
Besides, can this be called grab?
"But, this Ziying Xianzhu is indeed my pick." Miss Jun said again.
The man's face is more gloomy.
"Little girl, you are wrong," he said. "This is what I picked."
"I took it." Miss Jun said.
It's like a squabbling argument between children, your mine, mine, mine.
The man stepped over and pressed like a mountain, and it was under tremendous pressure. The wind carrying the wind almost knocked down Miss Jun.
Miss Jun really fell.
It wasn't scared or blown by the wind, but her feet were hurt when she was kneeling on the cliff. At this time, she sat down on the ground, and the skirts showed blood.
There was no axe to cut down, and she did not pick it up and threw it into the cliff. Of course, she did not see her fall and pity.
"You think about it," the man said disgustingly. "If it weren't for me, are you already dead? If you are dead, is this flower still yours?"
He pointed his finger to the ground.
"You are dead, this flower is thrown here, who is who it is."
Then kneel down and look at Miss Jun, thick eyebrows wrinkled.
"Do you still make sense?"
Miss Jun looked at him and didn't seem to know what to say.
"But." She reached out and pointed her finger to her back. "I was there over there. I died and died there. If so, 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 blinked, his face was annoyed, and he raised his big punch.
Miss Jun did not close her eyes and looked at the big fist of the sandbag and pointed to the direction there.
"But I have already pinched this Ziyan," he said. "If you fall, it won't fall, so it's still picked up by me."
Miss Jun immediately shook her head.
"I will never let go when I fall," she said. "Either it falls with me, or it is pulled into two by me. It’s just that you are not your own."
Shabu big fist stopped in front of her nose.
"Little girl, I must have a way to let you let go when you fall down. Do you believe it or not?" The man said sullenly, the other hand slammed, and the axe that was not in the waist was smashed in the king. On the side of the lady's side, she wiped her skirt and splashed dust and sand.
Miss Jun did not speak.
"How can you be so unreasonable at a young age?" The man said, "Insufficiency is filled with anger." "It is really awkward."