Chapter 294: If life is only as we saw it (6)

Not knowing how long it took, she woke up.
When she woke up, she found that the clothes had been re-dressed, the belt was fastened again, and it was well-organized, even without grass scraps, and no trace of the night of escape. Under the dress, she could clearly feel the presence of the bandage, the wound did not know how to deal with it, the pain was reduced a lot, and she seemed to be able to make some small movements.
She opened her eyes wide, looking at her arms, feeling the range of bandages, imagining the previous picture in the grass stack, her expression was a little dazed.
After a while, she rolled her eyes with some difficulty, looking for the figure with folded sleeves.
Folded sleeves squatted on the edge of the water grass, which was the furthest away from her in the grassland field. The hem of the dress was torn off, two legs were exposed, and the posture was a bit ugly, like a dog.
The hem of the ripped skirt should become a bandage between her chest and abdomen.
She looked into her arms again, not knowing why she felt so wronged. She thought, "How can you take off people's clothes without their consent?"
It's amazing to say that after she no longer needs to hide her gender, she seems to start thinking like a little girl, such as calling herself with a human word, instead of me, but she hasn't become a person yet.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged, especially because the sleeves never turned around, which made her even more sad...wow! She cried out.
Listening to the cry, the back of the folded sleeves crouching beside the grass shivered slightly.
After a while, he realized that the crying did not stop. He walked up to the crying and sat in front of her. He said as gently as possible: "Don't cry."
Seven cryings stopped temporarily, and there were tears everywhere on the small face.
Folding his sleeves for a while, he then said: "... otherwise it will cause trouble for those monsters."
This is still nothing to talk about.
Regardless of whether it is an adult or a teenager, in short, men never understand that if there is nothing to talk about at such a moment, it often means nothing to find something, and it means to find death.
The seven rooms were startled and cried again. She remembered that there was no sound, so she looked very pathetic.
Folded sleeves were silent for a while, explaining: "You know, I can't see anything now, so..."
Without waiting for him to finish this sentence, Qijian was crying more sadly, thinking sadly. Although you can't see it, the whole body has been touched by you. Do you still want to not admit it? Do you want to be irresponsible?
Folding the sleeves felt a headache. He lived for more than ten years and fought for more than ten years. I don’t know how many terrible monsters and demons I have encountered on the snowfield. I have seen countless lives and deaths, but... never seen this situation. , I thought what should I do? What should I do if I cry like this again and touch the wound
Hearing the sobbing sounds of Qijian, he was very uneasy and a little puzzled. He wanted to be a disciple of the gate of Lishan Mountain. You are so high, you are already at a very young age, and the swordsmanship is so strong, even Guan Feibai is not necessarily your opponent. He is very good at understanding. He saw the third monument directly in Tianshuling. It is amazing how to look at it. Why is it so... like crying?
Not knowing how to solve it, he had to sit aside in silence, but he didn't know that this coping method just coincided with the rationality of getting along with men and women.
The emotional problems of girls can only be resolved by time. Many times, they just feel sad and want to cry, then you can let them cry, accompanied by, and handed over when you need to handkerchief, Don’t be polite when you need to dedicate your shoulders, and don’t need you to speak comfortably. When they haven’t really calmed down and don’t want to do anything, anything you do is a lot of things.
Sure enough, the crying was getting lower, and the seven lowered their heads like a frightened bird, and said slightly: "Have you... knew for a long time?"
There are two meanings hidden in this question, which is very difficult to answer-if he knew in advance, then many physical contacts that occurred afterwards, especially the previous scene, could be explained more negatively. Fortunately, folding sleeves is really a person who is not good at talking, so he is still silent-silence can have many meanings, and seven can choose the kind of explanation that makes her feel most comfortable.
In fact, the folding sleeve is really not expected.
During the previous escape, several times, especially when she was carrying her over the mountains and listening to her softly, he vaguely had some thoughts, but those thoughts were fleeting and he didn’t continue to think deeply. Because he could not have imagined that the disciple who was the head of the mountain and the most favored little teacher in the Seven Kingdoms of the Kingdom of God was a young genius who was high on the Qingyun Bang at the age of twelve... actually a girl.
At this time, when I recalled the pictures in the grass house in the Tianshu Ling, I had a completely different interpretation. At that time, the seven of them were under the same eaves. Folded sleeves, Chen Changsheng and Tang 36 occupied the inner house. The four sons of Shan Jianzong lived in an outer house. Together, they leave a large area for the seven rooms. The most important thing is that the seven rooms have a separate bedding. At that time, Folded Sleeve and Chen Changsheng also felt that Gou Hanshi and others were too spoiled for the seven young teachers, or the special status of the closed disciples who were away from the head of the mountain. Now he realized that it was only a difference between men and women.
What should I do next? Folded sleeves were silent, and the seven did not know what to say. An awkward atmosphere lingered between the teenager and the girl.
At this moment, there was a tremor in the depths of the grassland, followed by a low, thunderous growl, and the fold sleeves heard a slight change in expression. He listened for a moment and confirmed that it was an extremely terrifying and powerful monster. I couldn't take care of that much. I took out the powder that was used to eliminate the smell and scattered it towards the grass. At the same time, I turned around and squatted in front of the seven rooms, just like this night and night.
In the past day and night, they have repeated this process many times. According to the principle, they should be very skilled, but or because of the confirmation that the seven rooms are girls, the movement of folding the sleeves seems a bit stiff and stretches backwards. His hands were a little stiff, and he looked like a duck that was about to be cooked.
Looking at his appearance, Qijian broke into a smile, patted his back gently, motioned him to squat down a bit, and then slowly fell down, his hands around his neck naturally.
It may really be a psychological factor. The feeling of folding the sleeves becomes a lot softer.
In the grassland more than ten miles away, the land under the wild grass swelled up constantly, sending out a horrifying whisper similar to thunder and whistling, I don't know what is moving at high speed. The sunlight at this time was very fierce, penetrating the water at the bottom of the grass, illuminating the figure of countless monsters and beasts, as if it were a tide, tracking them, looking extremely shocked.
At the forefront of the beast tide, the folded sleeves and the seven rooms face the sun that is getting taller and brighter, wading all the way. She is still his eyes, he is still her legs.
"Which direction to go?"
"It seems that there is a large meadow in the southwest, the terrain is higher, or look at it in the past? That sound came from the east, and may need you to hurry."
The dialogue ended and it was quiet for a long time, only the sound of the water being stepped on, the water splashing, and the weeds were gradually rising.
Not knowing how long it took, the seven asked softly, "Are you surprised?"
Folded sleeves were silent for a while, and said, "Yes."
She hugged his neck, leaned on his shoulder, smelling the familiar smell from her nose, and continued to ask softly, "What do you think?"
Folded sleeves did not answer, because I do not know how to answer, thought? what idea? Thoughts when your fingertip slipped over your trembling body? No, the wolf youth at that time had a blank mind and no idea.
She thought... Was silence meant unhappy? After a while, her voice was lighter and she looked nervous. "So do you think I am a man or a woman?"
This question is not serious, and points directly to the point.
Folding the sleeves and thinking about it, you have always hugged yourself all the way since yesterday. If you are a man, this picture is really not beautiful, so he said: "Women are good."
The seven were slightly ashamed, and said softly, "Women are always good together, do you mean that?"
If you fold your sleeves and think about it, it is generally not good. Now you are not acting like the atmosphere before. Why is this happening?
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There is a folk story in this continent, it is a story about the pig demon's daughter-in-law.
Yes, no matter the story or reality, most of the time, it should be a man carrying a woman, it is difficult to imagine the reverse.
So in this vast expanse of grassland, there are seven girls with folded sleeves, and on the other side of the grassland, Chen Changsheng also carries a girl.
After traversing the grassland for a long time and still in the wetland, walking is extremely difficult, the sun is shining, shining the reeds and unknown grasses in the water, as if to turn all the green plants into gold and silver carvings, He didn't shed a sweat, his body kept exuding the cold, dispelling the heat and resisting the sunlight.
Xu Yourong closed his eyes and leaned on his shoulders. His eyelashes did not blink, and his lips were pursed from time to time. It seemed that she had a good sleep with the natural curling of Chen Changsheng.
Until this time, there was no movement from Nan Ke. Chen Changsheng thought that the Mozu might not be willing to venture into this grassland. He should have given up, and then he let go of his mind. His spirit was relaxed, and his injuries and exhaustion suddenly became like this. The tide flowed like water, and it trapped his feet like mud, leaving him no longer willing to take a step forward.
Wetlands and weeds were all around, and there was no place to sit and rest. Chen Changsheng looked at the grass branches that were taller than people and had to continue walking with Xu Yourong on his back. It's just that instead of walking forward now, instead of circling in a circle, the reeds and weeds all around are trampled down, and gradually, a flat ground made of green branches appears in front of your eyes.
With the cover of reeds and wild grass, it is difficult for someone outside to see the scene inside, and if someone can look down from the sky, they will see a small circle of grass about a few feet square. Xu Yourong held his knees and lay sideways on the grass pile, looking very weak and pitiful, just like a newborn child.
Chen Changsheng sat beside her, looked down at her face, and after looking at it for a long time, he looked very serious and seemed to find something.
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