"Well, where do you live? Others should know the name of the village I mentioned." Zhu Yongxing reached out to cover the wound on his face. As soon as he touched it, he gasped in pain and grinned.
Mengzhu took two steps closer. Seeing that Zhu Yongxing was injured, she felt that she had to do something. This strange man saved her, killed a golden bear, and solved the difficulties in the village.
Everyone talks about this evil bear with a pale face. Several brave young men teamed up to get rid of this big evil, but they lost their lives! Moreover, is he the person the great witch said?
There was a moment of coolness, and then something soft was carefully wiping the wounds on his face. Zhu Yongxing was in pain, but when he saw that white jade-like face, especially the pair of sparkling black eyes, which were warm, soft, and charming... he couldn't help but feel...
He moved the corners of his mouth and expressed his gratitude with a smile.
Mengzhu also smiled back, her eyes moved, and handed the water hyacinth to Zhu Yongxing. Zhu Yongxing pulled out the stopper and took a few sips. He found that Mengzhu seemed to have subconsciously licked his lips, and the rose contained snow. Well, this word is very appropriate. He
He gently handed the water hyacinth over again.
After cleaning the wound, Mengzhu got up and looked around. After a while, she screamed happily and returned to Zhu Yongxing with a few unknown plants in her hands. She put the plant in her mouth and chewed it into pieces.
When the medicine became a paste, Mengzhu applied the medicinal paste under Zhu Yongxing's wound.
The smell of medicine seemed to be the fragrance of the girl's lips, which was indescribably weird. The wound felt warm first, then cool, and it seemed not so painful anymore. Zhu Yongxing glanced at Mengzhu, and the girl's lips were moist because of the
And more vivid.
"Mengzhu - Mengzhu." After Mengzhu finished processing, he stood with a relieved smile and pointed his finger on his chest.
It turns out your name is Mengzhu. Zhu Yongxing blinked, nodded with a smile, pointed with his finger, and repeated: "Mengzhu."
Mengzhu nodded happily and pointed at Zhu Yongxing.
"Me?" Zhu Yongxing hesitated for a moment, not wanting to give his full name or a false name, so he tapped his chest with his finger and said word by word: "Brother Zhu - Brother Zhu." After that, he
He reached out and grabbed the tree trunk and slowly stood up.
"Brother Zhu." Mengzhu called stiffly, then pointed in the direction, "Shall I take you to the village?"
Zhu Yongxing nodded, and under the guidance of Mengzhu, he slowly walked down the hillside towards the sound of running water.
He didn't eat, he was bleeding again, and he was struggling for a while, and his physical strength was too much. Zhu Yongxing felt dizzy and weak. He reluctantly walked through the sparse woods, and a small river only five or six meters wide appeared in front of him. Mengzhu also noticed it.
Strangely, he helped Zhu Yongxing sit on a stone, looked at Zhu Yongxing anxiously, and wiped his sweat with a belt with a strange fragrance.
"Is there anything to eat?" Zhu Yongxing said weakly, his stomach growling unsatisfactorily, and he patted it with a wry smile.
Mengzhu laughed, reached out and took out a fruit from the cloth bag she was carrying, peeled it open, and handed the pulp to Zhu Yongxing's mouth, her big eyes suddenly splayed.
This is a fairy, her smile is exciting, no, it should be as if she is in a dream, and can pour out all the secrets and feelings in her heart to her. Zhu Yongxing lowered his head as if to avoid it.
The fruit looked like mangosteen. He opened his mouth and took a bite. It tasted sweet. It was indeed mangosteen. He didn't know where Mengzhu picked it.
The blood-red sunset was slowly sinking among the scattered clouds and haze, and the rose-colored afterglow shone uncertainly on the western sky.
The reason why mangosteen is called 'Fruit Queen' is not only because of its sweet taste, but also because of its role in ancient Southeast Asian medicine. Traditionally, mangosteen has been used to control fever in patients and prevent various skin infections.
.Moreover, mangosteen is rich in protein and lipids, which has a very good nourishing effect on the body. It has a good nursing effect on the weak, malnourished, and after illness.
After eating several mangosteens, Zhu Yongxing shook his head at Mengzhu, stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth, indicating that he would not eat. The wound stopped bleeding, he applied medicine, and there was something in his stomach. His mental and physical strength recovered a little.
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Mengzhu didn't eat the mangosteen, but kept passing it to Zhu Yongxing, and looked at him with a smile, as if a child had seen something very interesting.
The two people got up and walked forward again. After walking not far, they saw a boat tied under the shade of a tree near the river. To be precise, it should be a canoe. The thick branches and leaves tilted towards the river, forming a bridge for the river bank.
A natural green canopy is looming with white mist dyed green. If you don't look closely, you will never be able to see the boat hiding in it.
"Mengzhu." Zhu Yongxing reached out and called her name. When Mengzhu came to his side, he pointed and said: "The boat, is it your boat?"
Mengzhu nodded vigorously, stretched out her hand to help Zhu Yongxing diligently, and walked towards the shade of the tree where the boat was tied. The two got on the canoe, Mengzhu paddled and pushed hard, and the canoe left the river bank and went upstream.
, Mengzhu's rowing skills are very superb, and the boat moves very quickly.
The sun has set, and a ray of moonlight floats on the water, flowing continuously. There are dense green trees on both sides of the bank. The canoe rows across, shaking the reflection in the water into a gray patch, and then appears on the water, twisting and turning.
It squirmed, and after a while, it returned to clarity behind it.
Boom, boom, boom... A burst of drumming came from a distance, very rhythmic. Zhu Yongxing looked at Mengzhu with a smile on his face. It seemed that the drumming represented a certain language. She held the oar with one hand and made the boat move.
The water surface was slowly turning, and one hand beat the leather drum on the canoe.
It turned out that he was using this to convey information. Zhu Yongxing understood, but he felt uneasy about who would appear. He opened his eyes wide and waited quietly.
The sound of drums in the distance became more cheerful and clearer, and a string of bright spots appeared, getting closer and louder. It turned out to be coming from a very strange-looking ship. Even closer,
Only then did Zhu Yongxing see clearly that it was not actually a boat, but more than a dozen canoes strung together head to tail, with torches lit on each canoe.
More than a dozen canoes went down the river. Mengzhu stopped beating the drum and gently paddled to stabilize the canoe. With a cheerful smile on his face, he looked at the canoes that were getting closer and closer.
A group of canoes approached, and in the leading boat stood a young man. He was very tall and straight, shirtless and wearing shorts. Under the moonlight, he was filled with the beauty of youth and strength. He was talking loudly and looked very angry.
, Mengzhu flattened her mouth and stood up, as if she was defending unconvinced.