Lord, return your seed

It took Hu Linger a whole half a day to finally walk out of the dense forest. Looking at the winding mountain road in front of her, she let out a deep breath.

As a road idiot, it was really unwise to walk out of the forest alone, but fortunately, she came out before dark.

Although it is still in the mountain, looking at the road in front of me, people should often walk along it. I believe that the town will be found soon.

Thinking of this, she tightened the package on her shoulders and strode forward.

The white shirt that Hu Linger was wearing was "borrowed" from Jian Xinan, and the package contained only a few wild fruits that she had picked along the way, the painting, and the purple shirt she wore when she died.

It feels as warm as spring in the forest, but here it is scorching sun, like two worlds.

Hu Linger fanned the wind with her hands while walking, feeling very uncomfortable with the hot weather.

Especially where she is now, there are hillsides on both sides, and even a little bit of wind cannot blow in.

In order to get out of this place earlier, Hu Ling'er walked very fast.

Suddenly a few pieces of rubble rolled down from her side, and after dodging to avoid it, Hu Ling'er was stunned and became alert.

Although the movement of her feet didn't stop, her eyes searched all around, and sure enough, several faint heads appeared on the hillside.

Someone is ambushing!

Hu Ling'er narrowed her eyes, a sneer twitched at the corner of her mouth, then stopped, squatted down and pretended to brush off the dust on the shoe surface, but picked up a few gravels in her hands without any trace.

Then when she stood up, the gravel in her hand flew out like a celestial maiden scattered flowers, and in an instant, there were howls.

Amidst the wailing, a voice jumped down from the hillside and landed in front of Hu Linger.

But I saw a strong man with big three, five thick, and a sloppy beard, holding a big knife in his hand, and a big bag on his forehead, and said fiercely to Hu Ling'er: "Ge, you actually plot against the master, you really don't want to live!" Already!"

kid?

Hu Ling'er raised her eyebrows, only then did she realize that she was wearing Jian Xinan's clothes, how dare they regard her as a man.

A man is a man, it's convenient to do things.

During the silence, another group of people jumped off the hillside, but most of them had injuries on their faces or heads to varying degrees.

Hu Ling'er looked around, looked at their attire, and couldn't help laughing: "Don't tell me, you are bandits?"

As soon as the voice fell, the shaggy bearded burly man slashed his sword and said: "Hmph, you have good eyesight, now that you know it, you should quickly leave the things on your body, sir, I can spare your life."

The strong man had just finished speaking when a person approached him and whispered, "Boss, this kid has injured so many of our brothers, we can't take him easy."

The strong man nodded, and continued to Hu Ling'er: "Be quick, keep your things, and leave an arm, sir, I won't care about you."

Hu Ling'er pursed her lips, folded her hands around her chest, and said leisurely: "Oh, are you sure these are enough?"

That casual tone didn't look like a person being robbed at all.

Her calmness actually made the strong man uneasy, swallowed and said: "Enough, enough..."

"Okay, then come and get it yourself. There are too many of you, and I'm so scared." Hu Ling'er flicked her sleeves and said with a smile.

What she said, coupled with the hand she showed at the beginning, made all the bandits feel weak.

This person seems to be weak in writing, maybe he is not an easy master, otherwise why would he be so calm?

Seeing that they didn't move, Hu Ling'er exhaled softly, and sighed: "Why, don't you want it? Or do you want me to deliver the goods to your door? Since you strongly demand it, then I can only reluctantly do it."

Hu Ling'er finished speaking on her own, and then walked towards the strong man step by step.

The strong man's eyes widened, seeing Hu Ling'er approaching them, the hand holding the knife was wet with sweat, but thinking that she was alone, and with so many people on his side, it was impossible to lose to her.

Immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Brothers, go!"