Chapter 11 Meeting Uncle Again

Ling Mohan's deep black pupils flashed a touch of surprise. Some unexpectedly, he would encounter this little beggar again. He thought he would leave after encountering the potential danger of Jiufulin. He came to this inner circle alone. ? 81 Chinese w?w?w?. ?8818z?w8. ?com

He met him in the afternoon. At that time, he was squatting on the ground and digging up herbs. Those herbs that were useless to him, he collected them one by one. Moreover, he was still in this inner circle by himself. Leisurely, as if unaware of danger.

According to his indifferent character, he would not pay more attention to this little beggar, but for some reason he did not leave, but watched secretly, watching him pick up dead wood and make a small hole with a dagger, then hold another. A small dead branch was sitting there drilling and drilling. Originally, he didn't know what he was doing, but when he saw the light smoke that came out after he had been drilling for more than an hour, he was even more surprised. .

How could fire be created by rubbing two pieces of wood together? He had never seen anyone else use such a strange method. You must know that in addition to the fire zhezi, you can also use flint for general ignition. Even if you rub two weapons together, sparks can be shot out.

But obviously, this little beggar is not unaware of the danger. After he wrapped the skinned snake on the small fire, he put out the fire, and then neatly climbed to the big tree to find a place When he woke up, he was so heartless that he could even hear her snoring here.

If Ling Mohan knew what Feng Jiu was thinking at this time, he probably wouldn't think that way.

Originally, Feng Jiu didn't notice anyone staring at her, because she couldn't feel any killing intent around her, but when she squinted on a tree and slept, she could feel a pair of eyes even without opening her eyes. He was looking at her with inquiry, and because of this, she made a snoring sound, as if she was asleep.

In fact, she was thinking that the other party didn't know when she was staring at her, and she didn't even know she was being stared at.

But since the other party didn't show up and didn't pose any threat to her, she naturally wouldn't stab the person in the dark, but she was secretly vigilant. After all, people in this world are immortals, and they can't be regarded as ordinary people. Come and look at it, otherwise, the only one who suffers will be herself.

The next morning, Feng Jiu woke up to the chirping of birds in the forest. She stretched out her hand, yawned and stretched while she was half-awake and half-sleeping. fell from the tree.

"what!"

"boom!"

She exclaimed and fell to the ground with a thud, landing in the weeds under the tree.

"Hey! It hurts to death." She stood up and rubbed her waist and twisted it before letting out a light breath: "Fortunately, it didn't break."

Not far away, the lush leaves half covered Ling Mohan's black figure, his deep black pupils glanced at the figure and then looked away.

When the little beggar woke up, he opened his eyes and saw that the little beggar fell asleep, stretched out on the tree, and fell down. There were weeds and soil under the tree, so naturally nothing would fall out. As for the big problem, he naturally watched from the sidelines and didn't pull him.

Seeing that the little beggar rubbed his waist, found two larger stones around, sat under the tree, took out the herbs from his arms, mashed them together, and put them in his mouth, he couldn't help frowning and staring at the little beggar. The beggar thought to himself: This little beggar only ate the roasted snake meat last night. Could it be that he was so hungry that he took herbs to satisfy his hunger?

But even those herbs can't be stuffed like that, right? Didn't he know that eating herbs would also cause accidents? Just thinking about it, I saw the little beggar spit out a mouthful of dark blood, and the whole person fell down...