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He wanted to untie the vines from his body, but found that they were tied too tightly and entangled, so it was extremely difficult to untie.

As the sky darkened, Ming Lai watched her untie the rope like a headless chicken.

Feeling his complicated gaze, Xiaoyuzi couldn't help being a little embarrassed.

"I'm afraid it's too loose and I'll fall!"

I want to work harder to untie it as soon as possible.If you are in a bad mood tomorrow, throw yourself here.

If you can't find the way down the mountain, you have to stay up all night in the mountains.

"I come!"

Minglai took out an extremely small folding dagger from nowhere.

Unfold it, and cut off the vines on her body quickly and steadily.

Little Yuzi threw the vines away and followed him, limping.

Every step I take, my ankle hurts badly.

But she didn't dare to make a sound, and she didn't dare to fall behind easily, for fear of being lost.

Ming Lai walked for a while before remembering to ask her if she was hungry.

Turning his head, he found that the thin and pitiful figure was limping, already a long way behind him.

Minglai walked back immediately, "What's wrong with your feet?"

Xiaoyouzi was wronged in her heart, and she missed Yi Buran, Dabai, and Yi's family very much.

If they were here, I would definitely not be dragging my legs.

"It's okay, I accidentally sprained it when I fell, let's go quickly."

Now, she can only grit her teeth and continue, let's go back and talk about it.

Minglai has some regret and impatience in his eyes.

Push her to sit on the pile of rubble next to her, "You are here, there should be some pain-relieving herbs nearby."

Seeing that he wanted to leave, Xiaoyouzi instinctively wanted to call him to stop.

I'm afraid he really left.

But the words came to his lips, but he endured them.

Even if Ming Lai wants to abandon himself, what can stop him?
In just ten minutes, Xiaoyouzi lived like a year, living in anxiety.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the silent woods, he let go of his heart.

Ming Lai crushed the herbs, "Take off your shoes!"

Little Yuzu saw that the strange leaf in his palm was crushed into pieces, soaked in thick green juice.

It feels a bit icy cold on the feet.

Minglai took out an old washed veil from nowhere, and wrapped it around her ankle.

After she put on her shoes and stood up, Minglai took off her coat.

He bent down and said, "You can't walk with this foot, come up, I'll carry you on my back!"

Little Yuzu, "This isn't very good, is it?"

Letting his father's deadly enemy carry her on his back is like Sun Wukong wanting to carry the red boy and throw her into the valley.

Minglai, "What's wrong, don't you still call me uncle?"

Xiaoyuzi had no choice but to agree, bearing enormous pressure on his back.

Minglai carried her on his back, and still held the muddy clothes in his hand, for fear of soiling her white shirt.

Walking smoothly all the way, he doesn't look like a middle-aged and elderly person in his forties or fifties.

Xiaoyouzi leaned on his back, unconsciously thinking of An Jing's late arrival.

"With you on my back, I will always think of Shushu!"

For some reason, it always felt like his sister was on the back.

"You seem to be only a few years older than my mother." Little Youzi didn't know what to say, so she had nothing to say.

Ming Lai raised the manual, his expression relaxed a bit.

"I'm only two years apart from her.

But when she entered the mountains since she was a child, she couldn't walk, and always begged me to carry her on my back.

There are always endless reasons, sprained feet, shoes rubbed feet, can't walk, it's too dark to see the road."

Listening to what he said, Xiaoyouzi could feel how much Ming Lai loved her sister.

After walking halfway, the people of the Ming family found them with flashlights and torches.

Coming down the mountain, An Jingchi's eyes were almost red when he saw her.

Hastily thanked the people of the Ming family with a few words, and then went to ask for a doctor for her.