Chapter 18 Stay here for the time being

One, one after another, dozens of giants were shot in the blink of an eye, and the skin as hard as a beast was in front of the girl's sharp arrow, like tofu.

At this time, the faint purple in Mu Chen's eyes has gradually dissipated, and countless sharp arrows have passed, and it is even difficult to see the shadow of the arrows, like several streamers, accurately shooting into the enemy's key points.

There are not many arrows, not many, or a heart, or head. There is an arrow in the critical area of everyone, and dozens of three-meter-high giants are knocked down so easily.

Mu Chen looked at this rapidly changing situation. Although she was surprised, she didn't seem to be the enemy. She smiled bitterly in her heart: "I really underestimated this Dora Mountains. There are indeed many masters. Not to mention the mainland of the Celestial Empire, the overall strength of Yan Xuanguo is already negligible compared with this mountain range. Now it seems that I really have some I don't know how thick the sky is."

The girl slowly walked to Mu Chen. At this time, the anger on her pure little face had disappeared, and a pair of big copper bell-like eyes looked at Mu Chen curiously.

"Hey, who are you?" The girl asked curiously.

Mu Chen just wanted to answer, but the injury on his body had already been overwhelmed, and his head was dizzy. From just now, Mu Chen didn't even see the girl's appearance clearly, but when he fell down, he saw the slightly emerald white cloth shoes. After several days of fighting, his body finally couldn't stand it, and he didn't have any strength to stand on the ground again. The consciousness gradually dissipated.

"Hey... Hello... What's wrong with you? You're awake." The girl pouted and said anxiously to Mu Chen. This was also the last sentence Mu Chen vaguely heard, the voice of the young girl, and then she completely lost consciousness.

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An ordinary wooden house is simply and plainly decorated. There are some strange decorations hanging on the wall as decorations. These decorations are not gold or silver, not as crystal clear as diamonds, and not as refreshing as jade, but they are extremely exquisite by hand, and you can even faintly feel a trace of ancient atmosphere.

A ray of sunlight shone into the house, shining directly on Mu Chen's face. His palms opened, clenched them, and opened them again. The eyes that were originally closed were tightly closed, and finally slowly opened them. The first thing that came into view was the strange wooden ceiling. Because it was noon, the sun was abnormally bright under the reflection of the sun, Looking at this simple but color-changing ceiling, the mood has calmed down a lot for a while.

Looking around, the wooden house is not big. There are also some plants on the window sill that Mu Chen has never seen before. They are not flowers, and they do not have the charm of flowers. But when the breeze blows, a fragrance comes into the house. The fragrance is not strong, not even fragrant, but just a faint smell of grass. After that, you will feel a trace of comfort from head to toe.

Lying on a wooden**, I closed my eyes and felt that the slight coolness was transmitted from the wooden bed to the body, and even every vein became cooler.

Next to the wooden bed, there is a cup of tea on a simple wooden table, and several green leaves float in the middle of the tea.

Suddenly, Mu Chen seemed to remember something and wanted to get up, but it was not until then that he found that his body could not move at all. Obviously, he could feel the perception of his arms, and there was no other pressure in his body to stop him from moving, but in any case, his whole body could not move.

"There is no reason, it should have moved, why the body..." For a moment, Mu Chen was frightened. Now he doesn't know what secret method he is bound by. Isn't this going to be slaughtered by others?

"Squeak!" The wooden door opened in response.

"You are awake." A graceful girl came with a bowl of ** that was more than something. A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the young man who were curiously, and then smiled: "Although it has been half a month, your resilience is really amazing and a miracle."

Mu Chen couldn't listen to the girl's words at all. He clearly remembered that before he fell into a coma, Ling Xing had already had his life on the line. Now all he thinks about is the born and dead brother. Other things are not important.

"Who are you? Where is my friend? Is he dead? Is there any danger?" Mu Chen asked quickly.

"Your friend is the little brother who fell to the ground beside you at that time. He is fine now. You don't have to worry about resting in another treatment room. Although the injury is extremely serious, he is indeed safe now." The girl replied cheerfully.

After listening to this, Mu Chen put down a stone in his heart, and his anxious expression suddenly relaxed and exhaled.

The girl was also relieved when she looked at Mu Chen and then said, "Okay, let's answer your next question. I am..."

"You were the master who saved me at that time!" Before the other party finished speaking, Mu Chen quickly said that although she did not see the girl's face that day, her voice was absolutely right, but the age of the girl in front of 15 or 16 still made Mu Chen a little confused and surprised. With such age and strength, her qualifications were indeed a little terrible, and she even doubted her ears and suspected the rescue on that day. It's not the girl in front of her.

The girl was also happy after hearing this. Anyway, she was only 15 or 16 years old. When she saved Mu Chen that day, the latter was like a dead pig and did not know anything at all, but she didn't expect that Mu Chen still remembered her and was called a master. At a young age, she inadvertently raised her little head.

"I still know that I saved you. At that time, he brought you two little brothers back alone, and you have a little conscience." The girl's face was slightly red, and her pink hands were inserted into her waist, pretending to be angry.

Mu Chen couldn't help laughing at the shy little girl in front of her.

"What are you laughing at! Am I that funny?" The girl quickly touched her slightly pink cheek: "Isn't there anything dirty on her face... I obviously washed my face today.

"No, no, you are very beautiful." Mu Chen saw the panicked look of the girl in front of him and quickly said, " By the way, what's your name? Where is this? Is it in the Dora Mountains?

The girl curled her lips and said, "It's really annoying to ask so many questions as soon as you wake up." After saying that, he turned his head aside and ignored Mu Chen.

Mu Chen was helpless. She didn't expect that the girl's temper was not small. Her black eyes turned around in her eyes and then shouted, "Oh, the wound is starting to hurt again. If you ignore me, you will die."

"Well, don't lie. I don't care about you and your injury, big liar." Obviously, the girl didn't believe Mu Chen's words, and her little head, which had been twisted behind, twisted back hard.

Now Mu Chen is still unable to move at all, so he can't perform exaggerated movements. He noticed that the girl's twisted little head secretly glanced at him, and then shouted, "Oh, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, the wound that is already painful, you ignore it. I'm in a bad mood, and the wound will crack if I'm in a bad mood. Since you ignore me, I'm really dead."

When the girl saw the "wonderful" expression on Mu Chen's face, she finally turned around. The girl's embarrassed expression appeared on her face. Obviously, she believed Mu Chen's words. For a moment, she was at a loss and hurriedly said, "Don't... Don't... Don't... I'll pay attention to you. Don't die."

Mu Chen did not answer, and his exaggerated face still looked at the girl in front of him.

"My name is Lark. I grew up here since I was a child. You can call me Linger in the future." The girl stared at Mu Chen's every move, afraid that something would happen to the latter, so that she could go out and call someone as soon as possible.

"Ling, what a beautiful name, hey, this name is really suitable for you, very cute." Mu Chen looked at the lark and couldn't help sighing.

The girl was about to say something.

"Squeak!"

The wooden door of the cabin was opened, and a white-haired old man slowly walked in. His face was slightly serious. The gray robe looked a little solemn. The robe was embroidered with some strange patterns. Although Mu Chen couldn't understand it, he could feel the unique solemnity of the pattern. Obviously, the old man was not an ordinary old man.

The old man walked into the house step by step. Listening to the old man's footsteps, Mu Chen could clearly feel an unconcealed momentum. The old man's eyebrows also had been majestic for many years, and his breathing was stable and powerful. Mu Chen became a little nervous at this time.

"Little lark, you go out first. I have a few words to talk to this young man." The old man walked to the wooden bed where Mu Chen was and spoke in a loud voice, but there was irresistible pressure from others.

The lark has been lowering his head since the old man entered the house, looking respectfully, but when he heard the old man say that he wanted to go out by himself and talk to the young man alone, his low little head suddenly raised, and the copper bell-like voice shouted, "Please, his injury is not healed, even if it is the whole mountain now. They are all poisons. If they are rushed down the mountain, they will definitely die on the road.

The old man sighed, closed his eyes slightly, and shook his head slowly: "For 16 years, you also know the form of our tribe. It's okay to go down the mountain, but it may be more dangerous in this tribe. Don't be wayward."

"But..." Lark obviously disagreed with the old man's words, but there was no reason to refute it for a while.

"Don't say anything. You go out first." The old man said in a commanding tone.

The lark obviously did not want to think of this room, but she had to listen to the old man's words and could only leave reluctantly. The room was not big, and the lark was only ten meters away from them, but in this short ten meters, she walked as long as a century and turned back from time to time.

As soon as the lark walked out of the door, the old man waved his arm gently, and the wooden door slowly closed as if it were spiritual. Young man, this is not suitable for you. It's better to go down the mountain quickly. As for whether you can get to the bottom of the mountain safely depends on your creation.

Mu Chen is still lying on the wood**. From the conversation between the old man and the lark just now, he has roughly known that the old man is here to drive himself away: "Mr., is there any inconvenience? I really can't go down the mountain now. The premise of whether the old man can go down the mountain safely is that he is an ordinary person, but he is hunted down by the overlord in the mountain. Even if his strength is fully restored, Mu Chen does not believe that he will escape from Qingyuan safely for the second time, so he naturally needs to seize every opportunity to hide in a difficult place.