Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Hard with force, string because tight and pull out the sound zizizizi voice, in order to climb out, her hands but directly grasp the string above.

Just touched it and held it, the hand was cut. She frowned in pain. Fortunately, she was very careful. Instead of letting the string cut in the meat, she grabbed it and crawled

so painful.

Her hands were bleeding all the time. After a while, she let go of the string and her palms became bloodstained. And I didn't get out of the swamp at all.

No

The string is too thin, and she doesn't have enough power to climb out of it. Unless someone pulls it out, it may be possible.

But

She took back the string, hands so there is no way to continue to pull down, how to do? Is there any other way out?

Get into the muddy body, become chilly.

She is constantly trying to escape in more ways, but in my memory, there is almost no way to escape from the swamp. What should I do? Do you really want to die here?

This way of death, under the hell, Yama asked, she would be embarrassed to answer.

As time goes by.

And she tried a lot of methods, only in vain, now the mud has fallen into her chest position, see in this way, less than half an hour, she will be completely submerged.

Heart suddenly pull cool pull cool.

Death is always with her at any time, in fact, every moment, is on the edge of life and death, and at this moment, death is so close.

She didn't know when she would die.

Sometimes, she is numb. Maybe she is still dreaming when she really dies? Hanging her head, she muttered: "master... Help me..."

I just finished. Only listen to the footsteps, and then the footsteps close, a indifferent voice into her ears: "I can't climb up?"

That's it!

Master moyou's voice!

Did she hear it right? Is it a hallucination before death? Suddenly he looked up and saw in front of him a man in a white robe standing there.

Today, he is white clothes, black hair, long hair, slightly blown by the wind, plain and has a kind of fairy like dust temperament. The wind shallow Xi looks at him to look at him: "teacher, master!"

Moyou stood at the edge of the swamp: "can you still move?"

The wind is shallow and the heart is thumping. At the moment, master moyou's voice sounds so kind and warm, just like the sudden sun, illuminating half of her world. She looked at him, which is really like a dream: "master, are you a real master?"

"And the mood to think about it?" He frowned slightly and watched her sink into the swamp.

Shallow Xi desperate to move a few times, he is so real appear in front of his eyes, brought her countless surprise.

Yes, this person is her master.

Too many times, when she called heaven, heaven should not, called Earth, earth did not work. Called master, master appeared, she did not know what it was like.

She always talks about "master, help me". Always rely on the master to save me again and again.

It's great to have a master!

Seeing that the swamp was about to cover her chest, she stretched her hand and raised it high to avoid falling into it more quickly: "master, how can I get up?"

Mo you takes out the rope from the basket and throws it to her.

Shallow Xi that is full of blood hand, quickly grasped the rope, dead embrace, and then rely on Mo you a little bit of her from the swamp, like a dead fish, pull her up.

Finally, she returned to the shore. Now almost half of her body was black. Except for the place where her upper body didn't sink, she almost became a little clay figurine.

take escape from death.

The wind was shallow, and he was lying on the ground breathing heavily.

Raise small head again: "master, how do you know I am here?"

"You've been following, don't you think I know?" He said without expression, his voice even had some ethereal, or the immortal temperament.

Feng Qianxi shrunk his neck, like a tortoise, and secretly looked at him: "you, do you know I'm following you from the beginning?"

He heavily exhaled: "hand over here, I see."

Shallow Xi stretched out that hand full of blood in the past, but now there was no blood, just a wound, and the blood was still outside.

Mo you put down the basket and took out a few pieces of grass from it. Without saying anything, he tied the grass to Qian Xi's hands.

She didn't ask much. The master tied it for her. It must be for the treatment of wounds. Speaking of it, the master has a lot of research on drugs. He gave her a medical book before.

"Well, master, why did you come here alone? What about water

"It's off." He said.

Is nianshuier supported by the master? Feng Qianxi never dreamed that the teacher, who was usually not smiling, would support people: "do you know that I fell in here?"

"There are many swamps in the mountains. You don't catch up all of a sudden. I don't know which swamp you stepped on. Just come and have a look."

Listen to Mo you's words, her heart is in tears, is moved to tears.

Warm heart that moment, more guilt: "master, I'm sorry."

He is speechless.

She continued: "I not only bet on you, but also lost. Take you as your bet and let you clean up the mess. "

Ah... I blame her for underestimating nianshuier, otherwise it would not have happened. In fact, if she lost the game, she would have lost. It's nothing. It's just that... When it comes to Shifu, she's not comfortable.

"You are still too naughty."

"I know." She lowered her head: "however, master, I'm just a layman. Even if you give me a few years, I can't reach your level."

She admitted that she was just a common person in the society. She didn't have the willpower of master to see through the world and hold the world in her hand.

"After going back, I'll go to think about the house for a night."

"Ah?" Master beat her or scolded her or cut her to pieces. He even asked him to stay in the meditation room for a day. That would be fatal.

The wind is shallow and the pressure is high.

In the Zen Moon Temple, if a monk makes a mistake, he will be punished to stay in the meditation room for an hour or two, but the master asks her to stay in for one night?

In that room, there is nothing terrible, no pain, no beating, no suffering, but the terrible thing is that it is a kind of spiritual torture to stay here. The room is hot and cold, and it's lucky. If you stay in it, the weather is good, and you're not lucky, you'll be tortured to death.