There are always villains who want to harm my master

Chapter 9 Distressed at the bottom of the cliff and in danger, PUBG Survival

Boundless black colors gathered from all around, Chuanwu seemed to be in the void, and his hands and feet seemed not to be his own.

The mountains, rocks, wild trees, strange rises and strange rocks all turned into long, thin, soft raindrops, flowing past them gently.

She felt in a daze that she had returned to the days when she was sleeping soundly at the feet of the tree mother-in-law when she was not yet transformed. The sunlight gently stroked her hair, a bit like the warm hands of the master...

Chuan Wu was sleepy, his eyelids were heavy, his eyelashes were woven into a dense net, and a ray of morning light pierced the cliff, Fang Feng and Feng Yao were fighting fiercely, Chuan Wu squinted, the two shadows became smaller and smaller, smaller and smaller, Only the morning light grew stronger.

"The Golden Crow is about to fly away again..."

The last bit of consciousness left, murmured an inexplicable sentence, and Chuanwu fell asleep...

Uncle Hopu said that deep sleep is the initial state of life, and it is also the final state of life, so there is no need to be afraid of death. Death returns to the beginning, like a drop of water returning to the river and sea, like a grain of dust falling into the earth, like a baby getting into the world. mother's arms.

Chuan Wu is not afraid of death, but she is still a little bit unwilling. Those little mud ideas in the world always say that the mother's embrace is the warmest place in the world.

Chuanwu never had a mother, so I don't know what it's like to have those little mud ideas in her mother's arms?
In 330, Chuanwu regarded himself as his mother, put his left arm around his right shoulder, and he could feel a little warmth on his right shoulder. The mother's embrace is probably the same, right?

Chuanwu really misses Master, misses her swing and those flowers in Liufeng Palace...

Hall of Wind

In front of the Liufeng Temple, there are colorful falling flowers, and the rustling yellow leaves are splashing all over the ground—autumn in Zhongshanjing always comes on time.

The crimson sunset has not yet completely set, and the sky is full of clouds and clouds. Cang Zhu is sitting alone on the white swing in front of the hall, holding a fallen leaf and meditating.

In the past when he was practicing in seclusion, Chuanwu would take care of these flowers and plants in front of the hall, and the rest of the female apprentices would laugh at her, but she would ignore her, like a newborn puppy, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Now that the flowers are almost gone, I don't know where she and Master have gone?

Cang Zhu twirled the poor leaf lazily in her hand, swaying like a moth, and the swing was full of melancholy.

Master has a poisonous mouth and doesn't like to socialize with others, so she has to endure some hardships and get angry with Master...

But it's all forced, and no one has a choice... Well, it's good to suffer a little - after all, he's not sure if he can protect her forever...

Cang Zhu let out a long sigh, staring blankly at the evening glow dissipating inch by inch, suddenly felt a little coolness on her body, got up and entered the hall.

When the redness fades and the fragrance is gone, the fragrance of the flowers in front of the Liufeng Hall becomes more intense. The fallen leaf that I pinched just now was left alone on the swinging swing, but was gently picked up by one hand...

bottom of the cliff

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of running water seemed to come from Chuanwu's ears, his face was wet and sticky, and his whole body felt pain as if his bones had been broken.

When I opened my eyes, there was a hazy darkness, and a slender line of sky above my head, and I couldn’t tell whether it was day or night. Chuanwu wiped his face, and his hands also smelled sticky. The black blood that has been dried for a long time!

Scooped a handful of dark river water to wash, the river water was as cold as the newly melted snow water that just flowed down from the iceberg.

His whole body was in severe pain, and he didn't know where the blood was coming from. Chuan Wu felt dizzy and groped around.

"Master... Master..."

With a hoarse voice, it collided with the four walls at the bottom of the cliff and echoed for a circle, and then fell back into Chuan Wu's own ears. It was miserable, like a dying person crying out for his soul.

Chuan Wu didn't care about other things, and dragged his exhausted and painful body to look for the master.

She fell to the bottom of this cliff and didn't fall to her death. Maybe it was luck, or maybe it was because her body was kept strong by Master, so she survived by luck.

But the master looks like a weak child, and he suffered internal injuries from fighting with the wind demon. He fell off the cliff, and if he was lucky, he would be completely dead, but if he was unlucky, he would be...

Chuanwu didn't dare to think about it anymore.

The dissatisfaction with Master's harsh criticism and the resentment for forcing Wuyan away have all been thrown away at this time. She only hopes that Master can live well, even if he is paralyzed, even if he is mentally disabled, she only hopes that Master can live.

"Master... Master!"

Chuan Wu dragged his heavy body, cried like crazy, and stumbled forward in the darkness.

"Master! Mountain God! Candle Dragon—"

"Master!"

"Didn't you say that you are immortal!... You should answer me! You are lying..."

The darkness at the bottom of the cliff is like the pupil of a giant, and she wanders in the pupil like a ghost, lost in all directions.

Suddenly, his feet were violently stirred, and his clothes seemed to be torn.

Not caring much in the dark, Chuanwu struggled to get up in pain, fell on the ground and moved forward a little bit tentatively.

Chuanwu was startled, his fingertips were trembling, and he continued to poke forward cautiously. The warm touch of the skin came from his fingertips. Then he slowly explored forward and touched a pair of furry eyes. It was closed heavily.

Chuanwu's mind buzzed, and he rushed forward, groping carefully for the body that was dead or alive.

Eyes...nose...lips and jaw...

"Master—" Great joy hit her brain, she could only feel that the world was spinning, and everything was silent.

Chuan Wu was really exhausted, so he braced his arms, half lying down and half kneeling beside the master, and softly called in the master's ear.

"Master... don't die... woo woo woo" Big tears fell on Zhulong's thin face, some slipped into the eye sockets, and some hit his lips.

Candle Dragon was still lying there like a corpse, unresponsive.

Chuanwu used all his strength to move the master to a flat place with better light, and then moved the master's head to his lap, and gently wiped the blood on the face of the master with his sleeve.

She didn't understand what state of mind she was in, she just felt that the world seemed to have disappeared, and her master, uncle, and Wuyan were gone, and in the elusive void, there were only her and the master in her arms.

Like two dead flowers clinging to the same branch in heavy rain.

Zhulong hasn't fallen into such a deep sleep for a long time... He seems to have returned to the prehistoric era, and also seems to be in the chaos, like the muddleheaded state before Pan Gu split the world.

He has been a mountain god for too long, and the boundless darkness and nothingness made him feel extremely flustered.

Consciousness seems to become a big ball, like the sun, moon and stars, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred...

Zhulong didn't know where he came from and where he was going, but felt deeply helpless and confused.

Suddenly, a gentle and powerful voice came from the distant edge of Daewoo, ethereal, ethereal, lingering in the void.

Zhulong wanted to listen carefully, but the voice was elusive as if covered by a layer of mist...

Chuanwu hugged Zhulong's head, humming softly the song that Grandma Shu used to coax them to sleep:

"The spring breeze is light, the spring flowers are full, and the spring water is lingering. Where is the new bird's nest?...Wake up in the spring, the spring is new, and the spring breeze blows endlessly..."

There are seven or eight little elves in Grandma Shu's warm and wide skirts. The bright moonlight falls on Grandma Shu's kind face, and she coddles them to sleep as if Chuanwu is patting her master gently at this moment.

Zhulong had never heard such a natural sound.He seemed to have found a spot of light in the chaos, although it was faint, he was finally not alone.

The boundless darkness was torn apart from that point of light, and white light burst out in front——

Chuan Wu hummed, suddenly felt bad, his legs were wet, his dress was stuck to his legs, he stretched out his hand to touch his legs, the smell of blood rushed into his nostrils, but there was no blood on his legs. Scars and flaws.

"Not my blood?"

Chuan Wu screamed, and quickly touched the back of the master's head, it really was a big wound!Warm blood oozes from the wound, almost soaking the entire back.

Chuan Wu leaned the master against the wall, gritted his teeth, turned his back, and slowly loosened the belt around his waist.

With a "stab", the pure white inner garment was torn into two pieces.

The light was dim and unclear, and Chuanwu tied the two pieces of cloth together by groping and feeling only by touch, and tied his hands and feet on the head of the master to stop the bleeding.

"Master, Master, if I can return to the Mountain God's Mansion alive, you have to reward me well!...Well... At least let me be a serious disciple? Lest they always laugh that I was picked up by the master Little mountain spirit, you can't get on the stage."

"...Give me some more money, I have to extort a large sum of money from you, and I can do whatever I want! I want to buy the most beautiful golden flowers and wear the most beautiful dresses, and I will also buy... woo woo woo master Don't die..."

There is no sunlight at the bottom of the cliff all year round, the running water is bitingly cold, and the moisture seems to be able to penetrate the bone marrow

Chuan Wu was only wearing a thin unlined garment, tired from crying, his mind slowly regained his sanity and composure, and he couldn't help shivering.

Her spiritual power is weak, there is no wood to make a fire under here, and she can't create flames out of thin air. It's okay for her to suffer from some freezing, but Master's body has already cooled down inch by inch-such a predicament, the two of them may die together This is no man's land!

Standing beside Chuanwu, Zhulong Yuanshen folded his arms, frowned and quietly looked at the little mountain spirit who was holding a dead body in front of him and crying into tears.

"She's not too dirty..." Zhulong was secretly surprised.

What died was his temporary dwelling body, which restricted him to use his divine power several times. If he hadn't fallen off the cliff, he would still be trapped in that small body as a child.

It's good to die, once everything is over, it can be regarded as an early release.

"No, Master is still waiting for me to go back! I can't just die here without black and white..."

Zhulong watched the little elf runny nose and tears, sobbing, struggling to carry her "master" on his back, and was about to get up, so he hurriedly stopped him.

It's not enough for her to be dirty, but she still has to walk around with a bleeding corpse on her back?
Chuan Wu had just taken two steps when "Master" slipped off her back.

She is a kind and righteous person, even if Shizun is in a coma now, she may not remember what she has done, she will never leave Shizun to live on her own.

Chuanwu gritted his teeth, leaned against a higher rock, turned upside down, and found a good posture to continue exploring.

After two steps, "Master" slid down again, as if someone was pulling his leg behind him.

Chuanwu bumped up again, took two steps, and the master slid down again.

"Master, fortunately you are a little baby now, my sister is saving you, so I can only be disrespectful to you!"

Chuan Wu patted the little master's head, and said affectionately, while speaking, he quickly stripped off the two sleeves of "Master", and tied them around her waist indiscriminately.

"Master" was stripped half naked, his white skin was very eye-catching in the dark, shirtless, with two small arms drooping on both sides, dangling back and forth like a swing.

Although Zhulong didn't like this small body, it was still a part of him. He watched his apprentice's apprentice strip him naked, and his face was red and white. He didn't know whether to be angry or ashamed. Black Rock merged into one.

"You little mountain spirit, don't you know the difference between men and women?"

After a while, the owner of the snow-white body finally couldn't bear it anymore, and choked out a sentence in the darkness.

Except that Cang Zhu and Hopu saw his shoulders and backs when he was healing, and was stripped naked by a woman...it was the first time.

Zhulong pulled the corpse off Chuanwu's back with a little sullen voice.

"Ah?" Chuanwu refused to put down the "Master" on his back, and turned his head stiffly.

Behind is the old darkness that has just been passed, and ahead is the new darkness that has not yet been explored.

Facing two pieces of darkness, Chuanwu blinked his eyes in surprise.

"Maybe I heard wrong..."

Chuan Wu muttered, and was about to move on, when he suddenly felt something staring at him in the dark.

"That's right. It's me."

Zhulong stood in front of her, less than a foot away.

He could even feel the hot breath from her mouth and nose.

Chuan Wu looked suspicious, and timidly stretched out his hand to grope for the darkness in front of him, but his fingertips were grabbed by something.

The air at the bottom of the cliff was as cold as ice, but the air that was holding her hand was warm and warm. Although it was the same air, it could clearly feel the difference.

"Who?" Chuanwu asked vigilantly, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, but the mysterious hand in the darkness refused to let go, even leading her hand upwards.

"Tom... tom... tom..."

A strong heartbeat came from the fingertips, as if it could shake circles of ripples in the air.

"Are you... Master...?" Chuanwu asked cautiously.

"Otherwise?" Zhulong's voice was deep and deep.

It was supposed to be an angry question, but he seemed to have something urging him in his heart. He couldn't help but want to hold her fingertips, and couldn't help but want her to touch his heartbeat.

The matter of her stripping his clothes just now doesn't seem to be a big deal...

"cough……"

After all, he is a master, but he is so frivolous, it's not like him at all!
Zhulong came to his senses, and hastily let go of the held hand in embarrassment.

"Master! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-of-air?

"Wait, if you want to be here, then what I'm reciting is... ah!"

Chuanwu was crying until Lihua was raining, suddenly realized something, screamed and jumped into the air, dropped the corpse on his back and ran.

But the corpse was tied too tightly, even if the person carrying it loosened his grip, he was still stuck behind.

Seeing this, Zhulong couldn't help laughing, she panicked and punched and kicked, and went forward to untie the sleeve by herself.

"Woooooooo..."

Chuan Wu was still in shock, hiding in a corner and shivering.

"Master... when did you come out?" Chuanwu asked tremblingly after wiping away tears for a long time.

Zhulong looked at the little goblin whose eyes were crying like peaches, and suddenly felt a little sour somewhere in his heart.

"Probably...before you return to Shanshen Mansion to blackmail me for a large sum of money..."

Returning to the Mansion of the Mountain God... asking for money...

Isn't that undressing...

Chuan Wu's face was flushed with embarrassment, and he became angry from embarrassment. He couldn't hold back, and burst into tears again.

"Then you haven't seen it all!"

Chuanwu hugged his head like a kitten, and said softly.

"No." Zhulong said calmly.

"I haven't finished talking, how do you know what I want to ask?"

Zhulong was speechless when he asked this question.

The majestic mountain god Candle Dragon, the primordial spirit came out of the body to peek at the apprentice's little apprentice undressing?
It's simply a big joke in the world!
There was an embarrassing smell in the air, Chuan Wu squatted with his head in his arms and refused to make a sound, Zhu Long was a little at a loss.

"...My lord... My lord will work with you to find the way out at the bottom of this cliff!" Zhulong wanted to change the subject, and found himself a step down in embarrassment.

Hearing this, Chuan Wu raised his head and stared at the air in front of him for three seconds, then suddenly punched and kicked the air.

However, she couldn't see the master's soul, but the master could see her. She was just playing around with fists and embroidered legs.

"I don't want this little body anymore, I'm free, and I can be at ease for a few days."

Zhulong stretched his waist, glanced at the body of the child who fell on the ground, and said happily.

He was about to stride forward on his own, but was stopped by Chuan Wu.

"Go in."

Chuanwu's tone was a bit shy of a daughter's family, but it was more of a huge annoyance after being cheated.

"Do you dare to order me?" Zhulong asked sideways.

"He, go in."

Chuan Wu pointed to the purple-clothed boy lying on the ground, and said coldly.

Zhulong has never seen anyone dare to be so domineering in front of his mountain god, Zhulong, and dare to order him?How many guts has she grown?
At that time, he was thrown off the cliff by the wind demon, knowing that he would not be killed, and it was the small body that restricted him that died.

When his primordial spirit is liberated, a mere wind demon is nothing to worry about.

Unexpectedly, this stupid little elf fell down the cliff together with him. Her cultivation level is still relatively low, and if she fell off the cliff, it might be hard to find her body.

At the critical moment, he ignored the backlash and forcibly activated his divine power to protect her life.

Apart from allowing her to see his actions, that small body has no advantages for him, but instead restricts his divine power, and really turns him into an 8-year-old child.

"I say no." Zhulong was still stubborn.

The thin clothes outline her thin waist and shoulders and the curves of a girl.

Chuan Wu's face was cold, and he stood motionless in the corner.

She threw herself down desperately, the beautiful dress she was wearing happily a few days ago was torn, the hairpin on her head was nowhere to be seen, her hair was messed up, her eyes were red and swollen, and her clothes were disheveled.

Look at the body on the ground covered with scars, and the torn inner garment covering her head has already been dyed bright red.

Candle Dragon couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

"I'll change you into new clothes when I go out, can I..."

"I don't want new clothes—go in."

Chuanwu is still repeating those two words, showing a posture of not giving up until the goal is reached.

(End of this chapter)