After Chu Huan and Nanshan left the cave, they deliberately walked a little far away, intending to go by the way to visit the potential dangers around them.

At this time, the sun had risen, and the sunlight shone on the huge stone wall, and the broken light shone like a drill.

There is no acid rain, no haze, no dust, no noise in this world. At first glance, it is green mountains and clear water, and the sea of ​​clouds and sky, so clean that it seems that no human being has ever entered. Anyone can choose a perspective and win.

Who knew it was a place to eat people?

During the day, the animals were very alert and did not dare to appear. They walked around for a long time and only caught a few hares. It was probably not enough for a few hungry men to get stuck in their teeth.

Chu Huan opened the telescope, carefully looked around the water, and said to Nanshan: "There are fish in the water, I will catch two fish for you to roast."

Nanshan seemed to be allergic to the word "water", and immediately rejected: "No, no entry into the water."

Chu Huan turned his head and looked at him, and smiled a little badly: "I haven't passed the door yet, why don't you take care of me first?"

Nanshan had never heard of this word, so he asked inexplicably: "Walk through? Which door?"

"After passing my door, I am my family. Which door have you mentioned?" Chu Huan touched Nanshan's chin.

He originally wanted to keep it in his heart, but he didn't intend to provoke Nanshan, but his plan could not keep up with the changes. He was provoked for no reason, and then developed to this point inexplicably. He went all the way down and was out of control. Chu Huan felt incredible when he thought about it.

But since he was provoked, it seemed impossible to turn around. In this way, Chu Huan was able to let go.

Nanshan didn't expect that the person who was still "feeling in love and ritual" before suddenly changed his face and directly transitioned to the stage of touching his hands and feet. He was stunned and stood there, wondering what expression to respond to this strange teasing.

"Tsk." Chu Huan sighed, "You used to be so polite to me, why don't you talk to me all at once? Could it be that you were unbalanced when kissing me, otherwise I would come back?"

This was the first time Nanshan was in love in his life, and it was the first time he talked about love with others. He had no experience and had not found any idea of ​​where to start. He was suddenly controlled by Chu Huan's entire rhythm and could only stumble. Chu Huan's words ran around hard in his dead mind. He opened his eyes to the maximum and his throat was dry.

Chu Huan came up step by step, and Nanshan stood up as a wooden stake with a hole in his mouth, and closed his eyes as if he was about to die.

Then, he heard Chu Huan chuckling, and then something seemed to be lit on his face. Before he could react to what it was, he heard the sound of water not far away.

Nanshan quickly opened his eyes and saw that Chu Huan had thrown his shoes and got into the water.

After all, Chu Huan was still very sensible. He did not get close to the main river, but just got into the mountain stream where he had just reached his knees.

He wanted to do something just now, but when he saw Nanshan's whole body was red, he did nothing laughingly.

He felt that he was facing a big baby, drooling, but he couldn't bear to say anything.

Nanshan came to his senses and found that he was teased by him. At first, he was a little embarrassed and annoyed, but finally he couldn't help laughing at him.

He sat down by the mountain stream, untied the harmonica from his waist, and played a minor tune that Chu Huan had never heard before. The sound started happily, and the middle was low, and the ending seemed to be filled with a lingering little flower accent.

Chu Huan stepped on the stones at the bottom of the water barefoot, leisurely looking for fish in the water. He didn't need to ask what the Nanshan section was blowing.

Suddenly, a little smile on the corner of Chu Huan's mouth froze. He kept bent down, and his eyes staring at the water suddenly became sharp. He found that groups of fish in the water were doing uniform linear motions. They came from one direction, and their formation never changed and they were swimming all the time, but the tail swing posture was stiff and rigid, and the frequency remained unchanged.

The fish in the water didn't seem to see a person as big as him standing in it, and it hit Chu Huan's calves without turning. Chu Huan picked it up. Its cheeks were still moving, but suddenly it did not struggle. The swinging tail was still at the same frequency, as if it had been put on a clockwork machine.

Chu Huan waved his hand at Nanshan. Seeing that his expression was wrong, Nanshan had already taken back the harmonica: "What's wrong?"

"The fish seems to be wrong." Chu Huan stepped ashore, "I guess this cannot be eaten. You can come and see what's going on."

Nanshan took it and observed it with a serious expression for a while. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, took out a knife and gently lifted the fish gills.

I saw that the gills of the fish were neither pink nor purple-black that appeared after leaving the water for a long time. They were unnaturally white.

How can a place full of blood vessels in fish gills turn white?

Chu Huan looked carefully and found that it was not lacking in blood, but something was covered with fish gills. At first glance, it looked like ringworm, but when he looked again, it turned out to be a small white flower stacked up.

Even though Chu Huan did not have intensive phobia, he also got goosebumps: "What is this?"

Nanshan frowned tighter and tighter, and then he jumped up and grabbed Chu Huan: "Mutai who cannot touch, sound beasts that cannot be heard, eye-eating beasts that cannot be seen, this is not something that cannot be tasted - let's go back quickly!"

Let’s talk about Chu Huan and Nanshan leaving, Yuan Ping was restless for a moment and finally couldn’t help poking Xiaofang: “Hey, brother, your patriarch and that… who is there in that place?”

Which one? Which one and what?

Xiaofang stared at him with big ignorant eyes and looked at him with a desire for knowledge.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Yuan Ping pressed the corner of his cramped eyes and finally lost. But Bangchi replied from the side: "I know."

Yuan Ping couldn't believe his intelligence level, but he couldn't help but listen to the gossip.

Facts have proved that Bangmao was still very clever if he didn't count it. He slowly picked up a piece of dry cake, broke it and threw it into his mouth, chewing it slowly, sucking the other person's appetite for a while, then shook his head and said, "Actually, I knew it a long time ago. You don't know. When the clan leader was teaching us Chinese by the big white stone in the past, every time the clan leader came over, he would not sit down first, and his eyes would turn around first, until he found the fuck and smiled at him, he seemed to be contented and do whatever he should do."

Xiaofang racked her brains to recall, and later found that she was only concerned about being a "blackboard wiper" for Chu Huan. He had no impression of anyone looking at him.

Yuan Ping: "What? I started to be flirting with each other at that time? Alas, no, Chu Huan is not a teacher, so what Chinese is taught?"

This time, Xiaofang finally followed the topic, quickly squeezed Bangmai aside, and replied: "The teacher I was going to pick up was halfway through. We recognized the wrong person, and we were kind-hearted, and we came with us just by mistake."

"A good-hearted thing," Yuan Ping complained, "It's almost the same as seeing the lust."

Yuan Ping understood the cause and effect. After a while, he said "ah". The question he had been held in for a while was answered. He should have felt the unique comfort brought by a burst of gossip. He should have laughed meaningfully and then used Chu Huan for some fun.

However, it did not.

He inexplicably remembered when he was a child. During that time, every day after school, he would fight guerrillas and lead people to block Chu Huan.

That boy was so annoying and annoying at that time. When Yuan Ping thinks about it now, he feels itchy at the roots of his teeth. But it seems that in the blink of an eye, the two of them suddenly became unrecognizable and would never compete for each other’s girlfriends again.

One of them died and the other was with the man.

Yuan Ping seemed to be slow to react, and it was not until this time that he came back to the point that time would not stay, and he was no longer frivolous when he was a boy.

Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, old friends are not old friends, no matter how familiar the quarrel is, it is just a bowl of cold rice to be re-cooked.

Can't go back.

Yuan Ping realized that he had nothing to do with the world over the mountains and rivers. Suddenly, his heart, who thought he could accommodate all rivers, was inexplicably overwhelmed by a sense of melancholy.

Bangcui didn't notice Yuan Ping's face and was still talking to himself: "I used to come to the other side of the river, but at that time I was still as old as my son, and I no longer remember the person's appearance."

Yuan Ping inherited a lot of messy memories from Shengquan and had some impressions, but he didn't know much about it. So after listening to Bangcui's description, Yuan Ping frowned and thought, "It's probably a drug dealer."

Bangcui said: "From then, the elders hated contact with outsiders, but there were also holy books... Oh, the bitch is a good brother, he should not be like the previous person."

Yuan Ping didn't think about it: "He won't."

Bangchui was stunned, then immediately grabbed his hair: "I know, you and him must be good brothers, otherwise how could he be thinking about you next to the Holy Spring?"

Yuan Ping was stunned for a moment. After a while, he did not admit it or refute it. He just walked to the side silently and helped Dashan wipe away the cold sweat from his forehead.

Bangcui started to make up for it by himself and said hummingly: "Today, the patriarch and the others may have to go out for the whole day."

After saying that, he remembered something terrible, and made a snicker like an old hen, but the laughter was mostly stuck in his throat - Nanshan and the others were back, and they didn't know if they heard it or not.

Bangcui quickly stood up, cringing with a look of being caught, and said a rather ambiguous sentence: "Clan...Clan leader, so fast?"

Sometimes he was so deprived that even Nanshan could not stand it, so Nanshan threw the fish that was still swinging its tail at a constant speed on the face of the dying fish.

Several people immediately surrounded him, and the sticks wiped off all their water. After turning on the gills of the fish, they murmured a word that Chu Huan had never heard of.

Yuan Ping translated in real time: "The flowers that cannot be tasted are the flowers that are dead."

First, I can’t touch, listen, and watch, but now I can’t taste it.

Next...will it be impossible to smell?

Xiaofang was a little anxious: "Clan leader, the flower grows in the water. It is said that its nectar will make the entire water sweet. If you eat it by mistake, people will lose their mind like this fish and keep walking. No one can wake up until they break their legs and kill them. Then, can't the water downstream be drunk?"

Therefore, the sound beast that originally lived downstream fled upstream.

Bangmai: "Captain, are we still leaving?"

Nanshan glanced at him and said lightly: "The mountain patrol range is a ten-day journey. Is the old rules? I forgot? We haven't finished halfway."

Bangmai's face was still hesitant, and Xiaofang had already slapped him on the back of his head: "Are you scared? Coward."

Bangmai blew his head and glared at Xiaofang. He didn't care. He just felt his eyelids twitching one after another, and he was upset for a while. He always felt that there was something ominous ahead.

The few people couldn't rest any longer, so they hurriedly went to collect water sources separately, only looking for water in the waters where there were fish, and judging the water quality based on the fish's mental state.

After a hurry to prepare for the day, they officially set off on the road the next day.

Dashan has basically recovered his ability to move. Although it hurts his eyes, the young man is quite tough and does not let anyone carry it. He only cuts a wooden stick and lets someone lead him away in front of him.

Bangcui was worried all night, and the next day, it seemed to be in order to divert his attention, and he became more and more bearish.

He took the opportunity to bully Dashan and couldn't see it, and inserted a bright red trumpet flower into someone's head. The righteous boy suddenly felt a matchmaker's aura from above his head. He didn't know that, but he walked with his chest and his head raised with a majestic temperament.

For some reason, from the upright clan leader to the honest Xiaofang, no one saw the wrongs, and everyone united and pretended not to see it.

The road ahead was too thrilling. At this time, everyone was forced to be cautious and investigate three steps. Even so, they almost encountered several bands of sound beasts.

The closer they get downstream, the more vicious the sound beasts that run over are, making them - especially Yuan Ping, who is said to be afraid of reptiles, becomes more nervous.

Sometimes groups of sound beasts ran and shouted, attacking without discrimination. Chu Huan and others could not run away, and they could not hide, so they had to cover their ears and curl up and hide as much as possible.

It would be fine if the earth was shaken and the mountains made them look dirty. Frequent concussions were really unbearable. It was impossible for iron men to adapt. Unfortunately, the mountain guards and the gatekeepers were born with iron men.

Chu Huan finally spoke up with Yuan Ping's discriminatory gaze - while Nanshan was not nearby.

Xiaofang patted his back and comforted him, "Just get used to it, just get used to it."

Can you be immune if you get used to it?

But the mallet next to him turned his eyes and shook his cleverness that shouldn't have. He leaned his head and said, "Oh, it's better to have a ceremony. What a bitch. After changing his blood, you don't even have to carry Mutay's poison sac with you."

Chu Huan looked at him with a smile, and said in the Liyi tribe half-cooked language: "Do you have changed your blood to be your son-in-law?"
To be continued...