I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

"What kind of plan is this?" Zain couldn't help but complain, sweating all over his head, kneeling in a posture, looking like he had survived a disaster in front of Philen.

It's really dangerous!

I was so scared.

[Hahaha! Did Hugh Tark fall down without any buffer? ]

[It seems that there is a cut on his pants. ]

[I can't speak clearly, hahaha! ]

Night falls.

At night, the horse is tied to a tree and chewing grass on the ground.

[It can still eat grass normally, looks mentally normal, and the horse's mood is so stable...]

"The horse was only slightly injured and the treatment is over." Zain's voice sounded.

"But the carriage can't be used, it must be repaired."

[Good guy, hahaha, treat the horse first. ]

[Horse: Eat a few bites to calm down, this life of horse is worth it. ]

[Wise! Without the horse, you will have to pull the carriage yourself, hahaha! 】

"Sorry." Fulilian sat on the edge of the carriage with her eyes closed, sincerely apologizing to everyone.

The five people gathered together, Fulilian in the middle, Zain and the young businessman standing on the left.

The young businessman thanked sincerely: "I am very grateful to you."

"If it weren't for you, I would have died."

He knew very well that if he hadn't encountered such a monster without Fulilian, he would have been shattered to pieces.

Philen sat on a stone next to a big tree on the right side, and Hugh Tark stood by the tree with his arms folded, and his giant axe stood on the tree.

"This carriage will take some time to repair." Hugh Tark sighed.

They will stay here for a few days.

This area is full of dense forests. They are carrying luggage. If there is no carriage, they will need to walk for a long time to get to the next town.

The camera moves up.

Next to the treetops, a few stars are twinkling in the deep blue night sky.

The sky is getting brighter and it is daytime.

Background music sounded, and a melodious song full of energy sounded.

[Excited! Get up and work! ]

Phelan pushed the wheel of the carriage with both hands and found another wheel nearby.

Hugh Tark took off his clothes and carried a pile of firewood on his shoulder.

The young businessman was repairing the tent on the carriage next to the carriage.

Zain was standing there in a daze.

[A monk who broke his vows can still be lazy! ]

[A mature workplace oiler. ]

Inside the carriage.

Fulilian knelt in the carriage, packed the suitcase in front of her, and checked her belongings.

Because she fell from a high altitude, she didn't know what was left behind.

Many things are there.

'Eh? ' Fulilian blinked and realized something was wrong, "Strange..."

"Where did it fall..." Fulilian lowered her eyes, as if thinking.

[Fufu seemed a little lost. ]

[Ah, the ring is lost. ]

[Sinmer gave it to me!]

[Wow, it's lost. Find it back quickly.]

On the side.

Hugh Tark hung his red cotton robe on the branch.

'Cut, cut, cut.' Hugh Tark held the wood saw, and Zain pressed the wood on the stake.

The two of them sawed a thicker wood strip together.

"It's getting warmer recently."

Philen came over with a basket of bread and agreed, "It's time to sort out the clothes for the change of seasons."

"Speaking of which." Zain turned his head and saw that Philen put the bread on the huge stake.

"Philen, your bracelet is..."

Philen looked down at her wrist and replied, "Yes."

"This is a birthday gift from Mr. Hugh Tark."

Philen said as she turned her wrist.

[Facing Zain, Philen didn't dodge.]

[Because Zain knew what she was thinking. 】

"It took three hours to choose." Hugh Tark closed his eyes and helplessly tapped his shoulder with the stick in his hand.

Zain turned his head and looked at Hugh Tark, "In the end."

"It was still Hugh Tark who chose it?"

[Zain looked gossipy. 】

"Because I said I hope he can help me choose." Philen looked at Hugh Tark and explained to Zain.

After hearing this, Zain teased with an "ah~~", as if he understood something.

"So that's it..."

[A token of love, right? 】

Zain put his arm around Hugh Tark's shoulders.

He took him to the side, closed his eyes and complained weakly, "It's hard for you, Hugh Tark."

Hugh Tark said "hmm".

The expressions of the two were very similar.

"This is the most annoying thing."

Behind him.

Philen looked at the two people who had not walked far away speechlessly. He could obviously hear what they said, and he was obviously a little unhappy.

【(ᗜ_ᗜ)(￣ー￣)(￣ー￣）】

【Phren: I heard it. 】

Hugh TarkAgreeing.

At the same time, he thought of how he and Philen had gone to several jewelry stores.

Every time he went to a jewelry store, Hugh Tark tried to pick up jewelry with a better style.

When he held a necklace in his hand, he looked at Philen, "Is this okay?"

With a sweaty face, Hugh Tark frowned and thought, looking back and forth between Philen and the necklace.

Thinking of this.

"I looked at her face for three hours." Hugh Tark complained to Zain.

"It feels worse than death..."

"It's so pitiful..." Zain sighed as if he felt the same way after hearing it.

Philen looked straight at the two people who were hugging each other and whispering secretly without avoiding others.

"I heard everything." Philen frowned and puffed up his face.

Can't these two people whisper to each other and go a little further away before talking?

[Question: Which one do you want? Answer: Whatever. Q: ...]

[When Philen wore the bracelet, Xuta shrunk his neck and glanced at Feilun. So that's what happened.]

"But." Xutaerke said, "It's worth it to see that she likes it."

Philen widened her eyes. After hearing this, she couldn't help but look at the silver bracelet on her wrist.

Suddenly she smiled with joy.

[Ah, it's a bit sweet.]

[I'm touched.]

Zain patted Xutaerke on the back and praised: "I didn't expect you to be so good, Xutaerke."

"I thought you were a tactless person."

'Huh?' Xutaerke was confused and didn't understand what Zain was talking about for a while.

The camera cut to the silver bracelet on Philen's left wrist. The body of the bracelet was engraved with half-moon patterns, and a three-petal two-leaf flower was set off in the middle.

The style is very special and beautiful.

"That pattern is the mirror lotus." Zain said.

"The language of flowers is eternal love."

Zain narrowed his eyes and said to Hugh Tark with a sly smile: "In this area, that's a gift for lovers!"

Lover? ?

Suddenly.

Hugh Tark seemed to be furious, and the whole person was panicked.

[Zain really understands. 】