"If you look around again, I'll dig out your eyes!" the old-fashioned follower A Xin said sharply when he saw the short man's sinister eyebrows and ratty eyes.
"Who are you looking at? I'm just a little tired. It was so thrilling just now, I almost thought I was dead." The short man sat down on the ground, looking like the money he earned was not worth it.
"It wasn't originally such a mess, but the rain delayed the dawn," Mo Fan said.
Not only did the Sword and Ax Corpse General have amazing combat power, but he could also summon a group of undead to attack. I originally thought there was hope of killing that big corpse, but in the end, it was almost drowned by the flood of undead!
This land of the dead is truly terrifying, and with their strength they were almost wiped out.
"It's better not to rush on a rainy day. Gray garlic has no effect." The strong man said seriously.
"If it keeps raining, we can't hide here forever?" Mo Fan said.
"Then we can only wait and see... By the way, those of you who have scars on your body should deal with them quickly. Even a small claw mark needs to be dealt with. The undead all carry corpse poison. It doesn't take a few hours for those skin wounds. It will all rot into a big piece!" said the experienced short man.
"Do we have to wait until the two of them have changed before changing? They are all big men. Just take them off. They are wet and cold and feel uncomfortable." Mo Fan suggested.
Everyone then felt that Mo Fan was right, so several people quickly took off all their clothes and took out new clothes from their sealed packages.
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The campfire crackled from time to time, making the whole cave no longer so dead. Everyone was very tired after experiencing the battle. They treated their wounds, changed into dry clothes, and lay down on the dry grass to rest. They were too tired to talk. .
Meng Ya, a woman in black silk stockings, has put on a veil again, this time it is a more attractive purple, covering her stunning face that can directly steal people's soul.
"What are you doing in this land of the dead?" Mo Fan asked casually.
Meng Ya, a woman in black silk stockings, blinked her eyes, with a faint and charming smile, and said softly: "There is a colleague here who is not gregarious. I need to come and talk to him."
"Oh, which organization are you from?" Mo Fan continued to ask.
"Parthenon."
"I think I've heard of it." Mo Fan thought thoughtfully.
"Well, it's quite famous." Meng'a, a woman in black stockings, nodded.
"You are not a saint, a goddess, or a princess, are you? It's always like this in the TV series I watch. And you will also visit privately while wearing a veil." Mo Fan laughed and chatted with Meng Ya, a woman in black stockings. .
Mengwei does not belong to the cold and frosty type. Even though her whole person exudes an elegant temperament that cannot be compared to otherworldly fireworks, she always answers all questions.
When she heard Mo Fan's baseless speculation, she couldn't help but smile and shake her head: "I'm not that holy. It's just a personal preference to be veiled. I think it's beautiful."
"The air in China is not good, PM2.5, you know... wearing a veil is useless, even masks are useless," Mo Fan said.
Meng'a laughed softly, and the rippling trembling sound that coexisted with charm and holiness was particularly beautiful in this small cave, and it made people think.
The short man sat aside, looking resentfully at Mo Fan and Meng Yao, who were teasing each other.
Finally, he couldn't help but pulled Mo Fan over and whispered: "Brother, I was the one who discovered this woman first. Can you pay attention to her?"
"Brother, you are pretending to be a pure man. Do you care about others licking their faces?" Mo Fan responded unceremoniously.
Mengwei is already very attractive, coupled with her mysterious and elusive identity. As a normal man, why can't Mo Fan communicate with others? It can be seen that this woman still likes to be with someone as handsome as himself. And chat with knowledgeable oriental men!
"How about you take one yourself and take care of other people's feelings? Give this Meng Ya to my brother?" the short man said in a low voice.
"Crazy, who has so many free girls? It's not easy for other people to come to China. I want her to experience the romance and humor of Chinese men." Mo Fan spoke to the short man.
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The heavy rain continued, and the entire Huacun was shrouded in a hazy rain curtain.
gray sky. On the gray earth, a lonely village stands between heaven and earth, and no matter how many colors there are, it will be completely diluted.
However, fortunately, the village is ancient. The wooden houses are all built with great care. They know how to prevent moisture from penetrating, and they also know how to keep the cold wind out of the yard. Whether every wooden house has a large courtyard or is as small as just one room, as long as there is a fire inside, it will definitely It will be extremely warm.
"You're stupid. I have to go pick it on a rainy day. Look, you're getting wet. Come in and warm yourself up..." A pretty girl in her twenties stood under the eaves, stamping her feet coquettishly, with an unknown expression on her red cheeks. Is it reproach or shyness.
Under the heavy rain, a thin young man walked to the doorstep with a silly smile on his face, as if he was afraid that he would stain the house with mud and water, so he did not dare to enter the house.
"Come in quickly, what should you do if you are frozen? You still have so many hidden wounds on your body." Su Xiaoluo immediately dragged the thin young man into the room, and quickly helped him undress and unbuttoned half of his clothes. , noticing the skinny young man’s bare arms and several shocking scars on his chest, he stamped his feet again and pouted, “Take it off yourself, I’ve taken care of you for so long, it’s not like I’ve never seen your body before!”
The thin young man scratched his head and smiled sheepishly.
I quickly went inside and changed my clothes. They were all made of coarse linen, but they were very warm.
"These herbs are enough. Alas, the corpse qi in this area of Xianchi is so heavy. When it rains heavily, the corpse venom is immediately mixed into the wet rain, causing several villages to suffer from serious typhoid fever. Sir, it's okay, I can survive for a while. , it’s just a pain for those children and the elderly, their bodies are so weak... I won’t take care of you, you have to get the medicine out quickly.” Su Xiaoluo smiled at the thin young man, and went to the other side of the room. Got the medicine.
The thin young man sat by the stove and smiled silly at her.
Su Xiaoluo was irritated and muttered: "You just know how to giggle. You should quickly remember who you are. You, a big boy, can't live in my house like this forever. Others will say... and gossip."
Su Xiaoluo's voice became softer and softer, always feeling embarrassed to say this.
"Forget it, just sit here and think about it."
After Su Xiaoluo said this, she turned and left, but after taking a few steps, she turned back again, glanced at the shocking scar from the back of the head to the face of the thin young man, and couldn't help but sigh.
I don’t know what he went through. When I rescued him, he had countless injuries. What was even more shocking was the heavy blow to his head that almost opened his shell!
Fortunately, he met himself, a medical woman, otherwise he would have died long ago. (To be continued.)
