Shan He Biao Li

Chu Huan: "Did you jump down from the big rock on the top of the mountain, did you not see a dazzling white light?"

Yuan Ping looked at him almost bizarrely: "Dazzling? Isn't that the sun?"

The two looked at each other.

That white light could never be sunlight. Chu Huan felt that even if he was mentally insane, he was still in such a state that he could not separate the sun-either Yuan Ping was wrong, or ... it was that weird light and Those whispers are the same, only he can feel it.

But why?

Chu Huan has grown up to this age and has never found anything different from ordinary people. He may have been a bit depressed for a while, but he thinks it is not serious and has recently returned to normal.

So what exactly is that white light and those voices that are auditory?

Chu Huan thought while picking up a small pebble from the side, squeezing and playing in his palm, absently waved at Yuan Ping.

Chu Huan took two blood caves and entered the site of the Lishan tribe of the guardians of the blood. He had n’t had time to trim his hair. Even though his hair grew slower than the average person, he could n’t stand the accumulation of time. Silk almost covered half of her face. After several days of escape, Chu Huan's clothes and accessories, which had been quite exquisite, have gone bad all the way, and now he has completely returned from the clothes and beasts to the original.

His indecisive appearance, thoughtful expression, and inexplicable questioning of Fang Cai all made Yuan Ping frightened. Yuan Pingchao looked at the situation and thought that Chu Huan showed a whole person from inside to outside. Insanely, and then related to the fact that this person is falling in love, I can't help but want to be crooked.

"Hey, really, are you okay?" Yuan Ping couldn't help walking back again, stopped a few steps away, and hesitated to ask.

In fact, Yuan Pingshun could utter a bunch of words such as "Where is there no grass on the horizon" as comfort, but when he remembered that the other party was the patriarch of the Shoushan, he couldn't say it again.

I do n’t know why, Yuan Ping can laugh at Chu Huan without any psychological pressure, but when faced with Nanshan, he always involuntarily behaves solemnly.

Once solemn, Yuan Ping became poor, and he rarely gave a little sympathy to Chu Huan.

Soon, Dashan shouted at the front, and they were about to set off.

The sound of the water in the cold pool of the mountain stream is far and near, and Lingling is like a song. There are mountains on three sides and dense forest on one side.

Yuan Pingyuan walked ahead, but after a few words of conversation with Chu Huan, he suddenly felt a little worried.

It seemed that he was afraid that Chu Huan couldn't think about it for a while, and he threw a water into it without knowing it. Yuan Ping turned back and hung at the end with him not far away.

The fine branch in Natan was close at his feet, and Nanshan suddenly waved his hand, blocking the way of everyone: "Slow down."

After he finished speaking, he squatted down and pulled away the grass in front of him, and saw a row of hidden and messy footprints in the wet mud.

"This is Mutai." Xiao Fang looked up, and his face suddenly changed. "This is wrong. Why is Mutai here?"

Xiao Fang was the lead person. He swore his chest and said with swearing that flat people could not go into the water. There would be no groups of mutai in this kind of mountain pond that needs to be wading, and what he said now hit his face. Xiao Fang went round and round behind Nanshan, explaining anxiously and facelessly: "Patriarch, do you think it will be the few orders?"

Nanshan shook his head solemnly, stood up first, shook the bushes in front of him, and walked into the woods.

The woods in the wild are a place that is easy to make people nervous. Several people did not speak, subconsciously lightened their footsteps together, crouching in search of traces of the surroundings.

Soon, they found a very thin, whip-like trace on the dirt, with a wooden stick that was cut in half and thrown there, and Chu Huan also picked up an unknown fish scale.

"What is this?" Chu Huan pinched the scales and asked Yuan Ping.

Yuan Ping is a **** who can't speak well. Asking him something, he has to seize the time to show the goalkeeper's sense of racial superiority, so Chu Huan is not a last resort and will never ask him.

As soon as he heard his voice, Nanshan turned back instinctively to answer, but the words had reached his mouth, and Nanshan's gaze was dim. He found that Chu Huan was not asking himself. He swallowed the words back, heavy and icy, and fell uncomfortably. .

"Fish scales with large silver fins." Yuan Ping said, "large silver fins are a particularly long fish here, and the skin is very tough-those flat trumpets that trumpet trumpets are not produced, only pinch, perennial Drifting in various places burned and looted, there was no time to stop to spin clothes, so this fish skin is equivalent to the cloth they use. "

"Wood, fine vines, big fish skin ... so this group of legendary flat swimmers who did not swim, did some kind of simple stretcher to let the mad dogs they raised carry over?" Chu Huan said this, Realizing that he underestimated the intelligence of the enemy, he couldn't help but ask, "How smart is this thing?"

After thinking for a while, Yuan Ping replied cautiously: "Close to people, but also physically and mentally sturdy, with a strong folk style."

Chu Huan said: "That's in trouble."

In fact, in terms of combat effectiveness, both the sound beast and the ophthalmophagus are significantly higher than the flats and the mutai they support. However, the group of ocular beasts is already a stumped brain, and the IQ of the sound beast is obviously not out of the stomach. The reptile races, even if they grab ground, they are all instinctive migration.

No one has the long-planned ambitions of the flat people.

"Yeah," Yuan Pingluo glanced at Chu Huan with compassion. "On the level of intelligence, they are probably stronger than you."

Chu Huan ignored him, Quan Dang did not hear.

Chu Huan was not a particularly lively person. When he was in a particularly splendid mood, he was willing to tease Yuan Ping with nobility, but now he is worried about internal and external problems. So he just stated with a blank expression: "They walked here is equivalent to copying a short way, so deliberately so ... so they still stare at the mountain gate staring?"

Yuan Ping's face suddenly changed. The gatekeeper was born for the mountain gate. Guarding the mountain gate was an instinct in his bones. Hearing the idea of ​​who hit the mountain gate, he seemed to be wearing a green hat.

Yuan Ping "teng it up" and stood up: "Shanmen? Grandma, I want to kill them all!"

Instincts could not be violated. Yuan Ping had a head-on lawsuit and crossed the Nanshan without looking back. He walked straight to the open position, and urged everyone to walk quickly-fortunately, as long as it was not for Chu Huan, Nanshan was not like him. General knowledge.

The group could no longer be cautious and cautious. They all got their weapons and got into the chilling cave.

At the beginning, the shore was still able to walk away. When it gradually entered the hinterland of the mountain, the space on the shore became more and more narrow, and it quickly fell to a height that adults could not pass through.

Xiaofang, who was on the road, said: "There is no way ahead. Let's go into the water."

The water seemed to be frozen by something natural. When it was touched, it caused people to tremble fiercely. Several people jumped one after another. Nanshan turned back and said to Chu Huan, "Come in the middle, you can't see , I take you. "

This is the first sentence Nanshan told Chu Huan since he stayed overnight.

Originally, after sleeping, Chu Huan's unilateral anger had disappeared. It was only because Nanshan's temper was so stinky and hard that Chu Huan didn't want to cause unnecessary direct conflicts, so he just basked in the other side temporarily.

Who knows that Nanshan really does not sound, it has been a blockbuster, and has not reached a certain level of speech, the level of rubbing the fire is close to God, and he can accurately answer Chu Huan's anger as soon as he opens his mouth.

Only such a lightly written sentence reminded Chu Huan of Yuan Ping's "crispy dog" and the dignity of his vaguely stabbed male.

Chu Huanxin said: "When Lao Tzu was born and died, you couldn't even speak clearly."

He didn't want to deal with Nanshan in his heart, so he ignored it.

Yuan Ping heard it in front, but turned back out of time, and said to Nanshan: "It's okay for the patriarch to be completely invisible, as long as his ears are not deaf enough, rest assured."

The EQ of this product is even worse than that of Nanshan. It is always a perfect interpretation of what it means to be "to catch up with the smoke". Yuan Ping does not speak better. This self-explained explanation is to stabilize the hatred. Steady.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, the relationship between Chu Huan and Yuan Ping is inextricably intimate. The two of them do n’t care about anyone most of the time. A small part of the time is arguing. If there are ten sentences in a day of serious exchanges, it is already considered. Good performance.

But Nanshan didn't have a taste in his heart. He found that he didn't even see those two people talking alone.

The feeling of jealousy was unclear and unclear, and Nanshan felt abominable, so he was even more tormented. However, since he has already made a decision, he regrets that it is impossible, and there is no more taste in his heart-even if all the internal organs are immersed in the vinegar, there is no part of him putting his beak.

He couldn't help being "like a cloud, a heart like a flying catkin, and a spirit like a gossamer", miserable.

Nanshan squeezed his belt involuntarily. There was an inner pocket on his belt. At this time, through the soft leather belt, he could clearly touch the small metal ring inside. The small prime ring was secretly from the ashes. The clawed out, stayed in the burning fire for a whole night, but it was immobile, and the circulation in the Guanghua still was rock-solid and indestructible.

Nanshan passed Xiaofang and Dashan in a stubborn protective posture, silently keeping two steps away from Chu Huan.

In the darker and darker river, Chu Huan gradually could only see the vague figure of Nanshan, and he finally lost his temper completely.

Tan Shui is getting colder and colder, eliminating the irritability and anxiety in people's hearts, and Chu Huan gradually calms down, and he understands one thing-Nanshan's attitude towards himself is actually not directly related to himself, even if he is It was Transformers, and maybe Nanshan would also stay on the side with great anxiety, waiting to add oil to his rust at any time.

In his tenth year, the man assumed the life and death of an entire race in this world of cracks. He was probably used to this omnipotent and meticulous protector role.

Chu Huan split his mind on Nanshan, but did not ignore the surroundings. The more invisible, the more keen his senses were, and every time he turned around the lake, Chu Huan would be alert.

They walked through the narrowest place between the pool water and the rock above the mountain. Even if it was soaked in the water, they must bend down under the pressure of the rock above the head at the height of a normal adult man. M, there is only a small gap between the cliff and the water surface, barely forcing people to expose their noses, choking a sip of water when they are not paying attention.

After finally passing through this area, Chu Huan hadn't had time to raise his sore neck and move around, and he felt the pool of water behind him surge strangely.

Chu Huan immediately reminded: "Pay attention to the direction of five o'clock!"

Almost at the same time, Chu Huanping's short knife had touched something, and there was a crisp sound. Then, when Chu Huan heard something lightly wading through the water, he turned his wrist without hesitation and followed The voice sent the dagger down, only to hear the sound of "poo", the dagger that cut the wind cut into the body of something like a melon and cut vegetables, and it died without a word.

At this moment, the long sound of the horn suddenly sounded among the long and narrow mountains and deep pools.

There are more than one flat person here, waiting to ambush them!

An arrow was shot from the mountain, killing the trumpet player, but the trumpet sound had already been heard, and it was too late.

The flat person's choice of the guard node is very delicate. Chu Huan they come here, it is impossible to return, but stuck here or go forward, it is likely to be caught in a narrow narrow range of mad dogs and flat people To catch the turtle in the urn in the cave!

Nanshan: "Go! Hurry, go forward! Don't stop!"

There was a familiar roar of Mutai in front of him, Nanshan grabbed Yuan Ping's shoulder, which was originally open, and thrown him behind him with little politeness: "Follow me, don't go away-Dashan, blood medicine Is there anything else? "

Dashan immediately patted his chest, indicating that he had fulfilled his duties completely, without losing the dry food and medicine.

Nanshan's first knife has been hacked out, and Mutai's wind blade is oncoming. It seems that in the narrow passage, it is more and more fierce. Several people all feel the murderous intention coming from the face. Crosswind Blades meet shortly.

The voice of Jin Shi was one after another, Nanshan snorted: "What about the arrow?"

His voice did not fall, and the three arrows had come out of the string in unison. You do n’t have to look and know who this is. Yuan Ping did not have such a tacit understanding, and Xiaofang and Dashan did not have many arrows at once, and the arrows did not fail ability.

In this environment, Chu Huan ’s eyes can only see the outline of the enemy. However, as Guo Ping said, this does not delay his case. Chu Huan issued three arrows, which came out of the quiver. Three new ones were drawn, and the strings were pulled and stood firmly in place.

He was half-blind at this time, he automatically assumed the long-distance, his voice and feeling were his sharp weapon, Chu Huan just swept the distance, a mutai fell on him from top to bottom, almost bit his neck, And Chu Huan, under the big mouth of the blood basin, didn't even tremble.

The mountain on one side had already rushed up, pierced the brain of Mutai, and pushed it out laterally.

The roaring sounds throughout the cave became a film.

The mountain rocks were drooping, and several people were soaked in the cold water below their chests. Mutai passed by the sinister wind and poison. Nanshan refused to slow down. The longer he stayed in such a place, the more unfavorable to them. He opened the road wide and wide, completely ignoring it.

Suddenly, Nanshan groaned, and the next moment, the thick **** smell choked into Chu Huan's nose.

"Nanshan?"

Nanshan's arm was hit by Mutai's fierce wind and poison. He bowed his head in a hurry and sucked a bite, vomiting the poisonous blood aside at random, even more detailed treatment was too late The attack has come.

The rock above the head is getting higher and higher, which means they are about to leave the cave. Just then, a distant trumpet came to mind, coming from outside the cave.

The sound of the trumpet sounded, and the flow of the entire mountain pool suddenly became chaotic. It seemed that countless mad dogs jumped into the water in batches. Xiaofang screamed at Nanshan and said, “Patriarch! Tai is going to fold back into the cave ... no, they have already come in! Patriarch, patriarch! "

The whole person of Nanshan shook twice, the toxin spread on his arm, and he had quickly paralyzed half of his body.

At this moment, a cold hand with water supported his shoulder, and then Nanshan felt Chu Huan's lips touch his wound, Nanshan was startled: "No, don't you ..."

Chu Huan clasped his wounds tightly, sucking out the poisonous blood as much as possible, and said quickly: "Can you find a way to flush them out?"

As Nanshan gritted his teeth, he pressed Chu Huan's shoulder: "Help me, all back!"

A huge airflow suddenly rose for no reason, and the narrow passage between the mountains and the water became a natural blower. The entire cold lake was stirred up, a huge vortex rose into the sky, and a passage was lively pressed on the water.

Such a hand is tantamount to making waves, and the big waves rolled up fiercely shot the flat people on Mutai into the water. The silly and stubborn mad dogs suddenly cluttered in a mess, and the pigs rushed around the ground , And occasionally hitting them in front of them, was immediately killed by Yuan Ping and several of them neatly.

The big water was whitened by the sudden eruption of Nanshan, and several people were rushed out of the cave. On both sides of the bank were dense flatteners riding mad dogs, yelling at them.

Chu Huan thrust a knife into the shore, and hanged himself and Nanshan up with one arm: "Dashan, medicine!"

Dashan threw a small bottle over, Chu Huan grabbed it in his hand, and at the same time, he held Nanshan's wind arrow rolling over.

Yuan Ping and Xiao Fang followed immediately, struggling to cover up, Chu Huan pinched Nanshan's chin, and rudely poured a detox blood.

Yuan Ping left and right, embarrassed: "This **** too much! Why don't these ugly ghosts squeeze here?"

His voice fell, and a sharp whistle came suddenly between the rocks. Yuan Ping's eyes lit up: "Our people!"

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