Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2557 Thousand Fox Mountain

Among the black and green bushes, many well-known Chinese herbal medicines can be seen all around, and I have the urge to go up and pick them.

After walking for half an hour, the sky gradually became brighter, the mountains were covered with waves, layers upon layers, and the black mountains were boundless, standing on top of the world like knives and tigers, more like a huge tombstone, which made people dare not go deeper. .

Jian Junxi pulled the backpack on her shoulders, and suddenly felt raindrops hitting her face. On the coat, she immediately held up the umbrella in her hand.

Going further into the depths of the woods, the scenery in front of you is surrounded by white mist, which is blurry. Coupled with the misty rain, the air seems to be full of sadness.

She almost walked all over the east, and finally found the biggest tree. She took out the shovel she had prepared earlier in the bag, squatted down, held the umbrella in one hand, and started digging with the other...

Because she didn't know which side of the tree it was, she dug for more than ten minutes before she found a pencil-sized string and pulled it tentatively.

After the rope is pulled out for one meter, it cannot be pulled no matter how hard it is. I am curious about the design of this rope?She pulled a few more times.

And Mu Qian in the mountain had just made breakfast, when he heard the ringing bell, he was startled, his eyes were extremely excited, blood was boiling all over his body, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Is the young master back?Could it be him?
It was as if telling him that Jian Junxi not only did not die, but also came back to recognize his ancestors, and his whole body seemed to be revived with full blood, rushing out like the wind...

After rushing out, he couldn't help worrying, if his subordinates peeked at the letter, wouldn't it be...

After hesitating again and again, he appeared on the opposite side of Jian Junxi in a devious manner, took out the binoculars, and scanned the situation on the opposite side.

After looking around, I only saw a man whose figure was very similar to Jian Junxi's, because his back was facing and his face could not be seen, so he was a little anxious.

Jian Junxi hesitated for a long time, should he return to the original state?Not to mention, did Mu Qian really know that she was coming?

Out of natural caution, he still filled the soil back, took out a few wet paper towels from his bag, stood up while wiping his hands, looked around, but saw no one.

He turned around and looked up at his watch with a very impatient expression...

Mu Qian finally saw her face clearly, and the beautiful facial features were still like a work carefully crafted by God.

A pair of deep blue eyes are like the vast ocean, looking left and right, under the straight bridge of the nose, the thin and cool lips are tightly pressed, with a chill that strangers should not get close to.

Compared with six years ago, the facial features are much more mature, but what's the matter with the hair full of white silk?

Mu Qian put down the binoculars, pondered for two seconds, and ran to the opposite side in a hurry.

Jian Junxi waited for nearly an hour, raised his hand to look at his watch for the nth time, his brows were wrinkled, and the hostility in his eyes was raging wildly, as if he was changing magically.

Until a slightly old middle-aged man came into view, running desperately in the rain.

Jian Junxi's face looks a little better now.

Mu Qian ran up to her panting, his face was wet with sweat or rain, he didn't know.

The cheekbones on the sunken face are like reefs after low tide, and the skin has gone through the baptism of time, and it is much smoother than six years ago.

Jian Junxi's whole body exuded the air of a king, even if he didn't say a word, he couldn't ignore the inherent sense of oppression.

Mu Qian's black eyes seemed to see hope, flickering, and mixed with a trace of fear...

Bowing at ninety degrees, he took out a small notebook from his pocket, and opened a line of words that he had written long ago.

(End of this chapter)