Before they knew it, they had been walking for almost a month, and the weather gradually began to get hotter, the sky was very clean, and it was a bit too clean, so the sun was a little crazy. Walking in the sun for a while, they often sweated all over their bodies, so everyone had to drink a lot of water. Now, because the horses were used to carry water, everyone consciously got off the horses. In this way, the horses could carry an extra bag of water so that they could walk a little longer every day.

Wu Yonglin was prepared for a long time. He would occasionally put some dry leaves and salt in everyone's kettle. I heard that the thing was called Huoxiang, which has the function of relieving heat. Drinking those salt water that makes people feel refreshed and has a little sweet taste. Until now, no one fell down. Wu Yonglin would also change his travel time to the early morning and dusk, unless there were some dangerous areas, everyone would hurry up and hurry up.

Looking at the desolate road that cannot be seen at the end, the best way to relieve boredom is to sing. If a person has a process of gradually adapting to it, it will be a problem that the altitude sickness at the beginning is not a problem. What's more, the people who followed this time have carefully selected them. After the initial uncomfortable stage, the crowd began to become lively again. This is what Wu Yonglin wants to see the most. In order to increase the morale of the people, he began to sing a song he wanted to sing for a long time.

"I'm going from south to north, I'm going from white to black

I want people to see me, but I don't know who I am

If you see that I'm a little tired, please pour me a bowl of water

If you already fall in love with me, please kiss me.”

When I was with Wu Yonglin, there seemed to be some happy things. Wu Yonglin finished his roaring voice, and a beautiful scenery rushed to the side. She was different from other Tubo women's plateau red, white, and particularly white, just like milk. This was Wu Yonglin's first evaluation.

"What a flower monk, do you have water? I'll ask for a drink."

Wu Yonglin had become accustomed to the reaction of Tubo women. When those passionate women threw themselves into their arms and hugged their subordinates one by one, they just kept away from him. Then Wu Yonglin remembered why Yue Ling'er had to tear off her only intact clothes. Then look at the sets of monks wearing robes that she made in her bag. She definitely did it on purpose. Then look at Zhang Hu who was guarding herself like a thief. Wu Yonglin wanted to cry without tears. I really don't worry about it?

Yue Ling'er's tricks came out of her mind: Yes, there were stains in front of her, setting fires, preventing theft, and preventing Wu Yonglin.

Seeing the subordinates around him who could go to the tribe to exchange for a few packets of salt for their snails, Wu Yonglin was very lonely. He only allowed the people to light the lamps and not allowed the state officials to set fire. What kind of evil am I doing?

When the specific age was not visible next to him, but there was a beautiful face like a bright moon hidden behind the veil, Wu Yonglin was still stunned. He could not remember at all when the kettle in his hand was handed out.

"It's indeed a flower monk, haha." When the woman's pleasant voice sounded like a lark in Wu Yonglin's ears, Wu Yonglin felt that the bones in her body were slimming. Wu Yonglin, who had always talked a lot, suddenly felt very cramped and uncomfortable in front of her. The little thought of being seen through made him embarrassed.

After the woman gave him a charming look at him intentionally or unintentionally, she didn't care about the kettle that Wu Yonglin had drunk. She drank gulp one by one, and kept drinking it. After feeling the sweetness in his water hyacinth, she took two more sips, and then wiped her plump red lips with a pair of delicate hands.

The water droplets remaining on the delicate red lips flashed with a strange luster, which made him unable to help but try to take back the water droplets he had enjoyed from her lips. He glanced at him nostalgically and turned his head to the side because he accidentally saw the shining gaze that Zhang Hu cast.

Wu Yonglin didn't know what was wrong. Yin Lengshuang's charm was not inferior to this woman. The misconduct of his subordinates in the past few days would not touch him so much. He had an illusion that this woman was seducing him and seducing him in front of everyone else. This woman also had a unique vision and directly guessed that she was the leader of this group of people. Looking at the woman's final victory expression, Wu Yonglin found that she had no secrets in front of this woman. Her words "Flower Monk" were probably also a means of flirting, which made him vaguely have a bad premonition, but he just couldn't tell what the problem was.

After drinking his water, the young woman patted her horse's butt and galloped away with her two subordinates. Not long after, a pleasant echo of teasing came from the valley in front: "One day I will be a real monk, I will give you a sip of water, I will wait for you in the Ganoderma lucidum town in front."

"May I have your name?"

"You can call me Jiuer, and the people in the town call me Miss Jiu."

Originally, Wu Yonglin thought that this woman would rush with his group of people. When he saw Jiuer's back gradually disappearing from a distance, he could not describe his inner thoughts at this moment. Was he too careful?

"Cuo Muli, have you found something wrong with this?"

Cuo Muli stared at him meaningfully, and then said something that made Wu Yonglin laugh and cry: "When you go to the next tribe, I will help you to help Zhang Hu away, and you can do whatever you want."

"That's not what I mean."

"I think that's what it means."

"Wuwuwuwu" When a clear cry like a sweet spring resounded in the forest ahead, Wu Yonglin had a strange idea at this moment. He felt like Tang Monk who was seeking scriptures. The monsters along the way were waiting to eat her. This might be a bad start.

When a familiar figure appeared in front of Wu Yonglin with a dying rabbit in his arms, Wu Yonglin threw away the unrealistic ideas just now.

"Brother, what's wrong?" Wu Yonglin said to the big and thick man who had just left with Jiuer.

"Who is the fucking brother..." Looking at Zhang Hu, Cuo Muli and others who were hiding their faces beside him, Wu Yonglin then realized that this person was a real "toddler". Looking at the vicious gaze of the "toddler" coming, Wu Yonglin, who was indefault, quickly flashed to the side.

Jiuer took a shovel handed over from the hand of the person next to her, dug a suitable pit, and put the dead rabbit in it. Everyone, including herself, had read all this naturally, and she kept crying, which was even more uncomfortable than her dead parents.

After doing all this, Jiuer actually offered to go with Wu Yonglin and others. He agreed immediately. The direction of the story should be like this, but all this seems to be too fake.
Chapter completed!