My wife comes from heaven

Through the picture presented by the water tank, YunRuo suddenly found that the head stretched out from the stone had disappeared at some time.

YunRuo guessed that he should retract his head back into the stone.

The middle-aged man himself once said that he was trapped there a long time ago and did not have the conditions for free action.

As for why he was pressed under a huge mountain, the cloud is not clear.

She is not interested in understanding now, and always focuses on Mu Cheng.

When she secretly urged Mucheng to take off his last pants, a head suddenly stretched out from the boulder behind Mucheng.

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The whole body is covered with black and smelly things. Mucheng just wants to take off his clothes quickly and jump into the river to wash it.

When he was still hesitant to take off his clothes, there was only one small pants left.

A dead leaf floated in front of him and fell unsteadily on the water.

Strange things happened immediately.

Almost weightless dead leaves, as soon as they fall on the water, instantly sink to the bottom at an incredible speed.

Before Mu Cheng understood the natural principle, a voice suddenly sounded behind him:

"Boy, this is a weak river. If you don't want to die, I advise you to put on your clothes first."

Suddenly he heard the voice of people talking, which startled Mucheng.

He turned around for the first time, but he didn't see anyone.

While wondering, he suddenly remembered.

When he was dying, he seemed to have heard the voice of people.

That's strange. Where's the man who just spoke?

"Boy, don't look. My uncle is at your feet." Strange voices sounded again.

Mucheng listened very clearly this time and looked down at his feet for the first time.

At a glance, the look on his face was stunned.

Under his stunned eyes, a man with messy long hair and beard... He should be a middle-aged man's head. He stretched out from a boulder and was struggling to look up at himself.

A talking head?

Just when Mu Cheng thought he was a ghost, he looked at the head at his feet and said:

"Boy, you quickly lie on the ground and always let me look up at you. I'm really tired."

"The head can really talk..."

Mu Cheng, who responded, quickly stretched out his hands and covered some invisible parts of his body up and down.

After a short period of stupidity, Mu Cheng reacted.

It was not the head at his feet that could speak, but a middle-aged man was pressed under the towering mountain in front of him.

Only one head can move freely.

It looks old and miserable.

But don't mention it. At this time, it looks very much like the scene in journey to the West in which the monkey king is pressed by the Tathagata Buddha at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.

Remembering that the world is an illusion, all the people and things in it are designed by YunRuo.

Mu Cheng couldn't help thinking of it.

Will this scene be designed by Yun Ruo and some of them from the classic bridge section in journey to the west.

If so.

If I want to save this middle-aged man, should I climb to the top of the mountain and tear off the spell of repression like monk Tang?

Thinking of this possibility, Mucheng subconsciously raised his head.

Looking at the towering mountain in front of him, he resolutely denied the foolish idea.

When will we have to climb such a high mountain if we only climb it?

With his current ability, he has no other way to reach the top of the mountain except climbing.

Mucheng would rather not save people without conscience than climb this mountain.

Besides, the middle-aged man in front of him obviously doesn't look like the monkey king.

He doesn't have to be a Tang monk when he's full and has nothing to do.

"Boy, why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear what I said? Get down quickly. I have something to say to you."

The words of the middle-aged man instantly pulled back Mu Cheng's thoughts that gradually drifted away.

He lowered his head for the first time, looked at the head of the middle-aged man, hesitated for less than a second, and said curiously:

"Sir, if you have anything to say, why do you have to let me lie on the ground?"

"You're blind, sir. If you don't lie on the ground, sir will look at you and say you're not tired to death?"

What a mess of reasons is this?

If you feel tired, you can choose not to look at me when you talk.

Want labor and capital to talk to you on the ground, what do you think?

When his thoughts turned, Mu Cheng sat cross legged in front of the middle-aged man.

At the same time, he did not forget to take up the clothes on the ground next to him to cover an important private part.

Because his body was covered with stinky dirt, Mucheng wanted to go down the river and clean it.

As a result, thinking of what the middle-aged man had just said, he resolutely gave up his plan to go into the water.

He remembered very clearly that the middle-aged man said that the river behind him was a weak river.

What is weak water?

Mucheng had only heard of those fairy tales before.

He couldn't remember what kind of definition it was.

But he remembered one thing very clearly.

The weak water is dangerous and difficult to cross, the goose feather can't float, and the reed flower will sink at the bottom.

To put it simply, even if a hair floats over the weak water, it will instantly sink to the bottom of the water

The reason why he is so determined is that the weak water in the mouth of middle-aged men is the kind of weak water in myths and legends.

It was because when he was taking off his clothes just now, he saw with his own eyes that a fallen leaf fell into the water and quickly sank to the bottom of the water in an instant.

The words of the middle-aged man just reminded him at once.

Jumping into a weak River to take a bath is no different from suicide.

In front of the mountain towering into the clouds, the foot of the mountain is surrounded by a weak river.

If you want to get out of here, Mucheng knows that it is almost impossible with his existing ability.

With the first experience of fairy tale fantasy, Mucheng knows.

In the dreamland, if you want to go from one place to another, you must meet some conditions.

With this in mind, the tense becomes clear.

There is only a middle-aged man here, a fictional fantasy character.

Mucheng guessed that his conditions for going out from here were probably related to him.

In YunRuo's style, all the important figures in the dreamland are played by people who are familiar with reality.

This has been verified in the first fairy tale fantasy.

In addition, there are many different kinds of cannon fodder, such as those demon minions, which are fictional.

The middle-aged man in front of us should also be a cannon fodder role.

The purpose of his presence here is to convey some information to himself.

This can be seen from his miserable situation.