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After Wen Ying was swept into the heavy snow by that terrible wind, she was not blown too far. However, what is more thrilling is that this place is close to a cliff in Aershan, so Wen Ying who lost her balance in the snowstorm Ying almost fell off the mountain.

But if he had no idea just now, Wen Ying would not choose to save people in this way, so when he was about to fall, he was hooked together by several tall and strong trees covered with snowflakes on the edge of the cliff waist, and firmly supported his body that continued to fall down the mountain and pulled him up.

If someone is here at this moment, they may think that this is a very miraculous scene. After all, anyone who sees a young man in white clothes and long hair being rescued by several trees scrambling to save him will find it incredible. In fact, it can be regarded as Wen Ying's unknown ability to restore the body of the sacred tree.

"Fenghuang, are you okay..."

The oldest tree moved its dead branches worriedly. Seeing the young man who was slowly standing up from the snow, but still slightly swayed by the wind, his heart was full of uneasiness and self-blame. But Wen Ying lowered his head and said it's all right, looked up at the white expanse at the end of the snow for a while, and frowned and asked softly,

"Tree, how long will it take me to walk from here?"

"...the road is not too far, but without the help of reindeer, even the locals can easily lose their way in the wind and snow. My children and I haven't grown roots to walk around at will. Sorry Phoenix, we can't help you..."

The fear of the lower plants in the face of the Son of Creation filled the words of the old tree. Wen Ying did not intend to continue to embarrass him when he heard this, after all, they had been forced to wake up from hibernation to help him once. .

But at the moment, she raised her eyes and sincerely thanked, Wen Ying thought for a while and stood in the heavy snow and slowly promised to the few dead trees on the cliff that saved her,

"Thank you. In the spring of next year, I will help you regain your vitality. At that time, I will come back and personally give you a chance to leave the cliff and live in a better place."

"God, thank you, thank you..."

Even if it's only in the early stage of flowering, the Poinciana that has recovered a small amount of divine power is enough to help them, because the veil has just been accidentally blown off, so Wen Ying, who can only face the wind and snow at this moment, will not stop here. After wasting time, he raised his feet and prepared to walk in the direction where he was blown over.

It's just that the more he walks to the so-called front, the more Wen Ying can understand why Li Chengbin and the others said why Ge Chun must lead the way, and walking in the thick snow on foot, the tree roots that have just recovered from his injuries are also the same. brought a certain burden.

The reason why he spent more than half a year cultivating his body in Guanshan Temple was because his roots were damaged as much as the sugar palm before. It is said that this was because of his last awakening, which made his skin and bones all over his body The flesh and blood were regenerated, which caused the instability of the body and the shape of the tree. Among them, the most seriously injured part was his roots...or his feet.

It’s okay to walk casually at ordinary times, and it’s not too tiring to stay in the car when you come to Oroqen all the way. I’m afraid of this situation now, because Wen Ying has clearly felt that if he continues to walk like this, he may He was about to be forced to restore his half-tree shape to expose his roots.

Thinking of this, Wen Ying, whose cheeks were a little flushed by the cold wind, simply stopped moving forward. He stopped this aimless progress on his own, and then found a dry place that could shelter from the wind and snow. Sitting down, he quietly listened to the howling wind and snow around him getting louder.

His mood was very calm, and he didn't feel uneasy about being trapped in the heavy snow because he was afraid of death.

This point is also a little strange for Wen Ying himself, because since he was completely awakened, he felt that his mental state was particularly strange, as if he had never been freed from a terrible torture, and he would often fall into death immediately anyway. Couldn't be in a worse mood than it is now.

In the end...why am I inexplicably sad.

The young man sitting alone in the snow asked himself a question in his heart, but he didn't get any answer from his still empty heart.

The snow in front of me was getting bigger and bigger, and there was a vague sound of bells coming from a distance.

Wen Ying thought at first that he had heard it wrong, but when he found that the crisp bell sound was indeed approaching him, he slowly raised his head and took a look. In a place far away, there was a man in red riding a deer facing the snow, who seemed to have been watching him for a long time.

This scene is a bit mysterious and holy beyond ordinary people's imagination. Wen Ying was unconsciously taken aback when he saw it at first. When he saw the national costume on the man, he guessed that it should be an Oroqen who was hunting and passing by, so he took the snow on his body immediately. After patting slowly, he subconsciously stood up, but the frozen tree roots were obviously still difficult to walk on.

Seeing him standing with difficulty, the masked man on the deer moved his stiff shoulders as if he had suddenly woken up, and then quickly got down from the deer's back with his head lowered in unspeakable emotion. , striding on the snow to Wenying's side.

"……thanks."

Seeing him walking over in person with so much effort, Wen Ying was a little surprised and also a little grateful. The man with the deer mask on his face glanced at him without saying a word, and first untied the dark red fur clothes on his body, He silently demonstrated with his hands and let Wen Ying cover his head.

Seeing this, Wen Ying didn't refuse his kindness, guessing that he couldn't understand what he was saying, so he stopped talking to him, but when he took the man's clothes casually, he saw that his finger bones were covered with hideous wounds and wounds. When suffering from frostbite, Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

These hands... It shouldn't be like this, maybe he should be beating the expensive piano casually, maybe he should be lazily pinching the delicate porcelain cup, in short, it shouldn't be like this.

It is obviously a pair of hands that can be pampered for a lifetime and will not suffer a little bit, so how could it be possible to become... like this.

This sudden thought troubled Wen Ying himself a little. He felt that there might be something wrong with his brain, otherwise how could he have such strange thoughts about a stranger who couldn't even see his face clearly.

But the man in front of him didn't seem to understand his inner thoughts, he only noticed that Wen Ying was staring at his ugly hand with a blank expression.

But at the moment, he covered it with his sleeve uncomfortably, and after confirming that Wen Ying should not be able to see the ugly appearance of his hands, the man slowly let out a sigh of relief behind the mask.

After a while, he hooked the corners of his mouth happily again, bent down in front of the unprepared Wen Ying, then raised his finger and pointed at his back.

"You want to carry me there?" Wen Ying asked with a frown.

The masked man nodded silently.

"...Thank you, it's too much trouble for you."

In fact, I didn't want others to take so much effort to help me, but because the roots under my feet couldn't move, Wen Ying, who looked embarrassed, could only nod and agree after thinking about it.

And feeling the softening of the attitude of this stubborn guy who doesn't like to bother others the most, the person who couldn't see his expression clearly because of the mask seemed to smile, and then the man who was actually secretly nervous felt a kind of The very familiar temperature slowly leaned against his back.

After nearly two months of living in the mountains, an unexpected encounter finally came to an end on the last day.

Almost... He was about to take the poppy sparrow that he had found so hard to go down the mountain and leave here directly.

It's just that good fortune always likes to trick people, making them have to separate from each other, and hypocritically giving such a sweet treat.

And thinking like this, the man who was walking slowly in the snow with the young man on his back showed a helpless smile. After a long time, he walked to the side of the reindeer he had left in the snow, first put Wen Ying down and then half-kneeled In front of him, and under unexpected circumstances, the young man piously supported Wen Ying's feet to let him ride on the back of the deer, but he walked slowly to the front and looked back at him.

"...If you feel a little bored, you can actually talk to me. I am a Han nationality and can speak Chinese."

Leaving such a sentence that made Wen Ying's expression stiff for an instant, a wicked laugh came from his throat, and the man led the docile deer and continued to walk forward.

Poppy, who had just led him here to find Wen Ying, called out crisply in the light snow, circled in mid-air and flew back to the man's shoulder.

He is in a very good mood now, so good that he almost wants to sing a song to praise Aershan who made them meet, but Wen Ying, who is in a completely different mood from him, just keeps silent for a long time, waiting to mistook this person for a local , After recovering from the embarrassment that he almost didn't use sign language, he first thought of what Hua Sang had said to him before, and then slowly asked a question.

"Are you a deer?"

"Yes, beautiful Spring God."

It was expected that Wen Ying had just arrived here because of something, and someone who knew the local culture quite well immediately began to take advantage of the opportunity in a very boring way.

And Wen Ying, who didn't understand what he was talking about at all, originally didn't want to express any opinion on his inexplicable words, but he didn't know what was going on. When he heard this person's voice, Wen Ying, who didn't like to make a sound, couldn't help herself. and spoke to him.

"... What is Spring God?"

"A kind of shaman god believed by Oroqen locals...they believe that the power of nature has given them everything, and they voluntarily combine with nature, because they are called the sons of the deer, the sons of the forest, so the god of spring is their wife or...husband .”

This explanation was a bit beyond Wen Ying's expectation. It was the first time he had heard of this kind of folk legend, so he inevitably found it a bit novel. I was inadvertently taken advantage of.

And smelling the faint fragrance coming from him in the early stage of flowering, Jiang Shanglu, who could no longer even exude the fragrance of flowers freely because of the death of the plant, slowed down a little involuntarily.

After all, according to the current situation of the two of them, even if it is only a moment to be alone, it is a great gift from heaven to him personally.

It's just that this kind of time together is destined to be short-lived, he doesn't want Wen Ying to continue to suffer from the cold in the heavy snow with a foot injury, so he can only speed up his pace as much as possible to get a little closer to the place where Ge Chun met him just now.

And from afar, they saw a lively girl like a swallow running towards him, and the two who hadn't spoken a few words along the way raised their heads at the same time.

【Thank you!Deer!Thank you so much Woohoo!Thank you for saving him! 】

Hugging the man's waist, Jiang Shanglu jumped up for joy. Seeing this, Jiang Shanglu picked up the cute little girl and put her behind Wen Ying, who was on the deer's back. He watched the flushed little girl complain and stare at him shyly.

And he tilted his head and smiled sullenly, someone who fully understood Ge Chun's mood only slowly turned his gaze to Wen Ying who was looking at him, and replied as calmly as possible,

"I'm going down the mountain first. You can return this deer to Huasang's family when you're done using it. I probably know what happened to you today. When I leave, if I pass through the forest in front, I will help you tell it to me. Ge Chun’s grandfather, Lu Ji.”

"Aren't you going with us?"

Without warning, the frowning Wen Ying asked him directly.

But Jiang Shanglu, who planned to take Yingque without even going to Huasang's house, and just left so quickly, hesitated for a while. Facing Wen Ying's question, he couldn't say no to it.

But the warning that had been aching in his mind from the very beginning, when he saw that boy Tang Zong, whom he hadn’t seen for a long time, also came together, he finally reached a rather bad situation, and he lowered his head and rubbed it pretending nothing happened. Rubbing his own temples, Jiang Shanglu finally sighed helplessly as if he couldn't stand himself, then raised his head and smiled,

"That's right... Actually, we can also go together, after all, I still want to say thank you to Hua Sang personally."

With Jiang Shanglu's words, they also had a companion on the way down the mountain. It was the first time Mu Peng met Jiang Shanglu, and he was very interested in his fluent Oroqen language and understanding of the local culture. Pulling him to speak in a low voice.

And Wen Ying stayed with Tang Zong and Ge Chun, who was so tired that he fell asleep on the deer's back, but the more Tang Zong stared at the so-called Lu Lang in front, the more he felt that this person was full of stock. Especially familiar.

"What’s wrong with you."

Wen Ying beside him suddenly called him, startled Tang Zong who was in a daze, subconsciously shook his head and said nothing, after Tang Zong thought about it, he still said a little depressed,

"Speaking of which, Wen Ying, we should not be with Li Chengbin and those people after we go down the mountain, they are too unreliable, I really can't stand it...Anyway, if they want to tell Yong Jinnian, just tell Yong Jinnian, I... …I do not care."

"It's okay, I will teach them a lesson."

He replied slowly in a flat voice. Ever since he just came back, Wen Ying has not been particularly angry, nor has he said that he will mess up those people who are messing around all day and almost hurt him. Sample.

Tang Zong watched hesitantly and nodded, but to be honest, he was still a little uneasy, because he was always afraid that Wen Ying, who was actually not very good-tempered, would immediately tie up the group of people and throw them down the mountain as soon as he got off the mountain.

And the worry in Tang Zong's heart is actually not completely unreasonable, because Wen Ying, who doesn't look very angry on his face, always does things that can scare others in a serious manner, is approaching dawn. Once back to the Oroqen tribe...

The first thing I did was to tie up Li Chengbin, Ruan Mei and others who were sleeping comfortably in the bag, and dragged them out of it regardless of their terrified screams. Then they were randomly thrown on the cold snow outside the tribe, and after their yelling mouths were blocked with a few handfuls of hay that were usually used to feed deer, Wen Ying, who didn't even change his expression from the beginning to the end. Cai and his stunned eyemate Ge Chuntangzong and the others said lightly,

"Tonight's work is hard for you, go to rest first, and let Hua Sang deal with them personally in the morning."

"Okay, okay, then I'll take Ge Chun back first... You guys should rest earlier..."

Mu Peng, who endured a bit of pain, didn't want to save the unlucky Li Chengbin and others, so he just took Ge Chun's little hand and ran away quickly. The twitching corner of his mouth helplessly rubbed his red nose from the cold, feeling that Once they get angry and look at Wen Ying who doesn't like to say anything, this group of people will only get more and more unlucky in the future.

And Jiang Shanglu, who was behind and tethered the deer of Huasang's family, came here and couldn't help laughing when he saw the miserable experience of those people. When he saw that Wen Ying was still wearing his red fur on his shoulders After the clothes and that eye-catching face were completely exposed, he first squinted his eyes and admired it quietly for a while, then walked up slowly and greeted Wenying Tangzong and the others slowly.

"Do you only have the leftovers from this room?" Jiang Shanglu asked.

"Yeah... because they didn't rent it to us before... but now it's vacant—"

Tang Zong is an honest person, and Wen Yan started to explain their situation quite honestly. What he meant was that since Li Chengbin and the others had been simply and roughly thrown into the snow by Wen Ying, then he and Wen Ying would squeeze together. It's enough to squeeze the room that is free from sleep.

Although the inside is a bit messy, full of the smell of cigarettes and alcohol and the smell of sweat from unhygienic men, it is better than sitting outside on the snowy ground to warm up all night, but wait for him to finish, this belt The man wearing Lulang's mask suddenly smiled at Wenying and said,

"Then why don't you go with me, Huasang left me a bigger room."

In fact, this was a very normal invitation, but Tang Zong with a complicated expression felt that the atmosphere around him seemed to be a little bit wrong for a moment, and he seemed to be a little redundant standing between the two of them.

And just when he was firmly thinking that the strong-willed Wen Ying would definitely not agree to live with a strange man so easily, he heard with his own ears the glamorous and aloof Phoenix Lord of their family speak slowly road,

"can."

Sugar Brown: "………………………………"

Watching Wen Ying take the initiative to run away with Ye Lulang who ran out of nowhere, Tang Zong stared at the back of them leaving together, hesitant to speak, but finally frowned in confusion and said nothing Didn't say anything, and depressedly got into the pocket behind him, ready to lie down for a while before talking.