Chapter 2 Talk about the truth and talk about money
From the moment he appeared, he took a fancy to the purple fairy plant in her hand.
He could easily just want the Ziying Fairy Strain and not care about her life or death.
But he still rescued her, which is why the saying goes that a thief has his own ways and a robbery is justified.
It's really unreasonable for me to be so aggressive anymore.
Miss Jun was silent for a moment.
"If you don't need it for medical treatment, but for money, I can buy your herb." She said, looking at him, "Any amount of money is fine."
The man laughed.
"Little girl." He stretched out his hand and touched the tip of her nose, "Not everything in this world can be measured by money."
He stood up as he spoke, put the ax back on his waist, tightened the straw rope, raised his hand to rub his nose, turned around and strode away.
Miss Jun watched him disappear into the forest in three or two steps, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch the silver bracelet on her left wrist.
With her gentle touch, a circle of sharp silver thorns suddenly bloomed on the cable-shaped silver bracelet, shining with a bright green light in the sunlight.
Although the venom in it could seal her throat with blood, there was no guarantee that she would be unscathed if the opponent struck her with an axe.
After all, this woodcutter is a very powerful and dangerous person.
Is this an accident or is it related to the enemies of the Fang family?
Miss Jun was thinking, how is Fang Chengyu at the bottom of the mountain? She was about to get up, but severe pain came from her feet, causing her to fall down again.
Miss Jun put away the thorns on the silver bracelet, lifted up the hem of her skirt, and looked at her ankle. The blood stains penetrated the trousers, shoes and socks.
She stretched out her hand and pressed it. Fortunately, no bones were injured, just muscles.
There is medicine for bruises in the car. You can put it on for two or three days and you will be fine.
But the problem now is that going down the mountain is a bit troublesome.
Miss Jun raised her head and looked around. She could break a branch and use it as a crutch. She could always move it before dark.
Just when she was about to crawl, there were footsteps again. Miss Jun raised her head and saw that the woodcutter had returned.
Miss Jun sat upright and held her hands.
The woodcutter stopped a few steps away from her, crossed his arms and looked at her condescendingly.
"Hey, I won't sell you the herbs," he said, "but how much will you pay to send you down the mountain?"
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Miss Jun reached out and pulled away the branch holding her hair, and then she realized how tall this person was.
Being carried on his back, it felt like riding on a horse.
And he was walking very fast, seemingly not looking at the rugged rocks and trees blocking the road, but he easily avoided them just when he was about to hit them.
This made Miss Jun a little nervous, and she couldn't help but hold his shoulders tightly.
"Hey, hey." He shouted immediately, "I will carry you and return you, please don't touch me."
Does this person really care, or is he just pretending to be crazy?
Miss Jun let go of her hand and used her palms to support her wrists, minimizing their contact.
This made him very satisfied.
"Little girl, are you true or false when you say you have money?" He added, "I'm going to say something ugly, don't trick me into sending you down, and then say you have no money with tears in your eyes. Thank you for being such a good person.
Thoughts."
As he spoke, he strode across a slope and slid out along with the falling earth and rocks.
Miss Jun was forced to put her arms around his neck due to his sudden whereabouts, and she also clung to his back.
Not sure whether it was because he was hugged around the neck or because the girl behind him was too close to him, he shouted again.
"You're strangling me," he shouted.
Miss Jun released her hands in time and straightened her body on his back again.
"Be careful." He hummed twice and said dissatisfiedly.
Miss Jun looked at the bracelet on her left hand.
"Be careful too," she said.
This was the second sentence Miss Jun said after she agreed to be carried on his back and pointed in the direction down the mountain.
He glanced sideways at her with a strange expression, and then laughed twice.
"Little girl, there's no need to say such things." He said, "It's useless to be obedient, praise me as a good person, or express your concern for me. When you get to the bottom of the mountain, you won't pay."
He laughed twice.
He took back the hand holding her leg behind him and patted her in front of him.
The rabbit and ax originally pinned to the back of the waist were hung in front.
Because he suddenly took away one of his hands, Miss Jun's body slid down, and she had no choice but to hold his shoulder again.
"Hey, be careful." He shouted again, "Don't try to play tricks."
Miss Jun sighed inwardly, said nothing, and straightened her body again.
"You're a young girl, and you have a lot on your mind."
"It's a pity that these thoughts are not used in a serious place."
"This delicate trick of pretending to be weak is also very offensive."
"Whatever can be measured with money in this world is not something that cannot be solved."
He spoke very quickly and walked very quickly. He seemed to be very familiar with the mountains and ran around very flexibly.
Miss Jun suddenly raised her hand.
"Wait a minute." She spoke for the third time.
He stopped, a little impatient.
"What do you want to do? Do you want convenience? Just hold on, you can go down the mountain soon," he said.
Miss Jun reached out and grabbed a bush nearby, broke off a branch, and removed the branches and leaves.
"Bite this," she said, holding the branch to his mouth.
He was stunned for a moment, a little wary.
"What?" he said.
"This is a kind of medicinal material. I heard that your voice is a little hoarse. Have you been retching at night recently and feeling like your throat is blocked?" Miss Jun said.
He raised his eyebrows, yes, she was right.
She said that she was a herbal collector, so it was normal for her to understand medicine.
There was nothing unusual about this tree. Although he didn't know if it was a medicinal material, at least he knew it was not poisonous.
He opened his mouth and bit the branch.
"However, I didn't ask you to see a doctor for me. This is not worth the money I gave you." He said.
His speech became slurred because he was holding a branch in his mouth.
Miss Jun hummed.
He felt relieved and walked faster through the forest. Because he had a branch in his mouth and it was difficult to speak, the silence between the two of them was only the sound of footsteps and the sounds of birds and animals in the forest.
Whether this person is a random passerby or an acquaintance who has premeditated plans, whether he is vicious and cunning or pretending to be crazy and acting stupid, Miss Jun doesn't care for the moment, but one thing is certain.
This guy is a talker.
She exhaled softly, feeling that the silence was so comfortable.
Because his body and mind were relaxed, he could not help but get a little closer to this man, causing him to make vague complaints.
Miss Jun pressed against his shoulder, standing upright like a mountain on his back.
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The fire has been extinguished, and the remaining unopened meals are neatly placed on the felt mat.
Fang Chengyu kept looking at the direction Miss Jun was leaving.
What took so long?
Is it hard to find?
It's not a big deal if she can't find it. Could she have had an accident?
After all, she is a weak woman, living in the wilderness.
Fang Chengyu glanced at Lei Zhonglian who was squatting beside him.
This happened before. He told Lei Zhonglian to go to the mountain to find her, but Lei Zhonglian flatly refused.
"The young mistress said, let me look at the young master." He said, "I can't look at other people."
This is a very stubborn person. Fang Chengyu knows the character of this kind of person and does not try to do anything like threatening, yelling and scolding.
Lei Zhonglian suddenly stood up.
"The young lady is here." He said, his voice was joyful and a little strange, "But who is that man?"
Fang Chengyu also looked over at the first sound.
In sight, a man was running from the mountain. His tall figure made the girl he was carrying look even more petite.
Something happened to her.
Fang Chengyu thought immediately, without thinking about who the man was, and without even looking at the man.
He grabbed the crutch beside him but did not stand up.
It is safest for a lame man to sit down so as not to cause trouble to others.
Lei Zhonglian took a few steps forward, but did not leave Fang Chengyu.
The man who was running towards me also stopped a few steps away and said something.
His voice was loud, but his words were vague, as if he had something in his mouth and could not hear clearly. Both Lei Zhonglian and Fang Chengyu subconsciously looked at his face.
He really has something in his mouth.
This is a young and handsome man, but this handsome man has a branch in his mouth.
Some men will hold grass or a flower in their mouths, looking suave and uninhibited.
But holding a large branch in your mouth really doesn't count as romantic.
What a strange person. Is this the custom of the mountain people here?
This custom is somewhat familiar.
Lei Zhonglian, who had a lot of dealings with cattle, horses and donkeys as he watched the carts drive, said in his heart.
Like the bits worn by animals when working.
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Thank you for the flowers blooming on the other side, but the weeds are hurt, and there are mushrooms to reward and jade.