Li Ruoshui has always been a person with strong intuition.

In this cold and damp cave, she inexplicably felt an even colder coolness, from the back of her neck to her back.

The chill reached its maximum after hearing Lu Kao's laughter.

I always felt a little weird in my heart, Li Ruoshui found an excuse to pull his arm and fell to the side, and sure enough, he heard the clanging sound of the long sword being sheathed.

She was suddenly a little crazy, they were just walking in the hole, how did this touch his inverse scales?

After scolding the system a hundred and eighty times in his heart, Li Ruoshui adjusted his emotions and asked in a low voice.

"Just now I saw a dark figure running over, and pulled you over in a hurry, are you alright?"

Of course he will be fine. Li Ruoshui made a meat pad for him, and his back was numb, but he still wanted to express his concern.

Lu Zhiyao was buried in the cradle of her neck, and there was a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose. She couldn't tell what it was, but it smelled very comfortable.

The restless mood just now calmed down a lot, and he suddenly didn't want to do anything.

He almost forgot that she had to swallow a sword if she lost the bet, and it would be interesting to cut her throat with her own hands.

Lu Zhiyao took a deep breath and slowly straightened up, smiling and gentle at the end of his eyes.

"I'm fine, thank you for protecting me."

Li Ruoshui smirked, if she believed this face, she would be flooded.

"No, it should be me thanking you."

Lu Zhiyao seemed to understand her meaning, and seemed to just answer her words: "The words are heavy."

Jiang Nian walked in front, and the sound of the water he stepped on echoed in this small cave.

"Why is the water getting deeper and deeper?"

He asked suspiciously, the water that had only reached his ankles had already reached the middle of his calf.

"There must be something odd here, the water should have been drained, not accumulated here."

Lu Feiyue knew that something was wrong. The sound of the flowing water had gradually become so small that it was almost non-existent. Coupled with the slowly deepening water, there must be something strange ahead.

She turned her ears to listen to the sound of running water next door. Although it was not very clear, she could also hear the sound of rushing and fast, which was not at all different from here.

Suddenly, Jiang Nian stopped and stopped the people behind him. He held the fluorite and probed forward.

The cave in front is no longer so low, and the heights are so dark that it is impossible to see clearly, but below it can be seen that there is a deep pool of water, and if you take another step, you will have to step in.

This is by no means a natural occurrence.

He held the fluorite and looked around again, and he could see a twine rope the thickness of a baby's fist hanging down in front of the hole, which appeared strange and reasonable.

It's reasonable that they're in the right place, but what's odd is the rope's usefulness.

Li Ruoshui also looked up and saw the hemp rope, and became quiet for a while, and everyone was unsure whether to pull the rope or not.

"Why don't we ask Li Ruoshui." Lu Zhizhi opened his mouth with a relaxed and comfortable tone: "She must know, right?"

Under the faint green light, Li Ruoshui looked at Lu Feiyue's eyes, and then looked at Lu Zhiyao's smile, unable to hold back his saliva.

Until now, Li Ruoshui knew very well that even if Lu Zhizhi couldn't figure out the reason why she knew his name, she would never believe the words of dreaming about the future.

This bet is like a layer of window paper. He didn't pierce it just because it was interesting, but she couldn't reveal it by breaking the pot and it was fake.

"La, I believe there must be a way out here."

Although she didn't know the plot, the two people in front of her were male and female protagonists, and she was betting on the protagonist's halo.

Lu Zhiyao raised his brows slightly, a little surprised by her affirmative tone.

After a while of silence, Lu Feiyue nodded: "Stay farther away, it should be much safer in the cave."

A few people retreated into the cave. After Jiang Nian saw that everyone was standing, he stretched out his hand and pulled the rope.

After a creak, there was a rattling sound of gears turning in all directions, and the water in the pool seemed to have found a flood outlet and poured forward like a sea.

The water line gradually dropped, and a small boat suddenly turned out from inside the pool, and swayed a few times, as if it was going to be washed away with the current.

"Come on board!"

Lu Feiyue took Jiang Nian and jumped onto the boat, but Li Ruoshui didn't know martial arts, so he couldn't jump so far, and there was a little fear in his heart.

Lu Zhiyao seemed to feel her retreat, chuckled lightly, put his arms around her waist, and jumped toward the deep pool with his toes.

"I've dreamed of it before, and I'm still so afraid?"

After one-sided jokes, the two landed on the swaying boat, and the four rushed out along the current. The boat hit the rocks along the way, bumping and bumping, but the speed did not drop at all.

Rough stone surfaces brushed against their arms, icy water splashed on their faces, and the force of the impact forced them to pull the ropes inside the boat to stabilize their bodies.

Jiang Nian hugged Lu Feiyue tightly at such a moment, and the restraint between the two seemed to no longer exist at this moment.

Compared with the pair of mandarin ducks who were leaning against each other, Li Ruoshui was much miserable.

She couldn't hold the rope, she could only hold on to Lu Zhi's clothes, closing her eyes and letting the water splash.

Lu Zhiyao didn't grab the rope at all, let go and swayed along the boat, swaying around like a rootless duckweed with her.

The boat rushed down a small torrent, Li Ruoshui and Lu Zhiyao vacated for a moment, and fell back into the boat together with the spray.

She closed her eyes and recited the cursive script, her hands trembling, and she prayed for the blessings of various gods and Buddhas.

The boat hit a lower rock again, and she and Lu Zhi almost flipped out of the boat, and the corners of their robes were thrown into the water.

"Ah, ah, Amitabha—" She couldn't help but called out.

Lu Zhiyao chuckled softly, with a pleasant tone.

"Are you afraid? The temperature has risen again."

Li Ruoshui clung to the placket of his clothes, too nervous to hear what he was saying.

The boat slammed and rushed forward, and a fresh wind suddenly blew in the cave. This was different from the long-term gloom and cold in the cave. There was also a little pear fragrance in this wind.

"Going to the exit."

Lu Zhiyao's smooth black hair was also soaked a lot, and cold water droplets dripped into her neck along the hair, bringing coolness intermittently.

After a sudden turbulence, the boat fell into a pond that was not turbulent, there were no rocks around, and the speed of the boat dropped a lot, being pushed away by the slowing current.

They drifted out of the narrow mountains and rushed into a wide river, with snow-colored pear blossoms blooming on the river bank, winding forward.

Pieces of petals fell into the river and drifted forward along the river, like fine snow falling on the lake.

Jiang Nian and Lu Feiyue on the boat looked at each other, suddenly let go of their hands, and staggered their eyes uncomfortably.

The few people on the boat were only a short distance away, which seemed a little unhappy.

"Let go."

At this time, Li Ruoshui was being hugged by Lu Zhiyao, but she didn't feel ambiguous at all.

His hand was on her carotid artery, pressing it all the way, so that Li Ruoshui thought he was killing again, and he was worried that the boat would capsize and that he would silently strangle him all the way.

Li Ruoshui lifted the hair wrapped around him, and opened his eyes slowly after getting used to the light. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lu Zhi's dazzlingly white neck and a black mole on his collarbone. .

His clothes were torn apart by Li Ruoshui long ago, and they were half open. His half-wet hair was hanging on his chest, making his lips red and white, and there were a few drops of water hanging on his long eyelashes, with a little halo.

He now only has three colors of black, white and red, like a pair of thick and colorful oil paintings, and his whole person reveals an indescribable feeling of fragility.

As soon as the sun is shining, Lu Zhiyao feels like the apricot blossoms in March, which are quiet and gentle, and you can't see anything wrong.

"You're looking at me again."

Lu Zhiyao turned his head to "look" at her, with a smile on his lips. Not only was he not shy, but he stretched out his body for her to look at.

Li Ruoshui turned his head and looked to both sides speechlessly, pretending that he didn't see his saucy posture.

"It costs a lot here."

The breeze was blowing, blowing the petals on both sides to the river surface, like falling snow, and the layers of petals piled up and flowed down.

The boat slowly drifted to the shore, and the pear flowers on the surface were washed and adhered to the hull. The waves hit, and the yellow and rotten petals at the bottom were turned over. It seems that the time has been accumulated here for a long time.

The pear trees planted around are not a simple row, but a dense forest extending infinitely from the shore.

Lu Feiyue looked at the scene in front of her with doubts: "Is there such a paradise in Yuncheng?"

The four of them went ashore and stepped on the ground paved with petals. The shoes sank softly, and the juice squeezed out stuck to the circumference of the shoes.

Jiang Nian bent over and brushed away the newly fallen petals on the surface, revealing the brown flower mud at the bottom. It could be seen that this forest had been planted for a long time.

Lu Feiyue looked up at these quiet trees again, frowning slightly.

"The effect of this petal is like snow, and it can cover up the traces when it is sprinkled and blown. It's just that these trees don't seem to be able to be planted in a year or two. Why does the owner here put so much thought into it?"

Although the scenery here is beautiful, it is not as interesting as listening to the wind around the road.

They walked along the mountain road, and the more flowers and forests they went, the denser the flowers and forests became.

Just when they couldn't figure out the direction, a horse neighed not far away.

Several people quietly moved to the vicinity, where the pear trees planted were taller and sturdier, and the years were much older than this pear grove.

They stepped on the pear tree and looked down. Occasionally, some petals fell into the courtyard. There was a two-story wooden hut. There were many masked people standing in the courtyard, and there were several carriages.

The horse pulling the carriage was eating hay and snorted every now and then. The carriage behind them was very luxurious, not only hung with fine curtains, but even the wheels were covered with a layer of soft leather.

But the most shocking thing was not so many luxurious carriages, but the dozen or so iron cages placed at the entrance of this hut.

Inside each lay one or two weak girls. There were notes on the cages with the names of various places written on them, including small prefectures and counties, city names located on major traffic roads, and an upperPosted the Imperial City.

These women were well-dressed, with silky veils and graceful figures. Each of them had different colors and styles of clothes, but they all showed more or less in certain places.

They stared at the sky numbly, and occasionally white pear flowers fell on their faces, but they didn't even bother to brush it away.

In this way, they stay in the cage and they are no different from the animals to be slaughtered.

One of them rolled his eyes to look around, and suddenly a glare of light flashed his eyes, and some physiological tears suddenly aroused in his eyes.

She didn't care about the tears, she just looked straight there, and saw a different white color from the complicated petals.

That wipe of white softly hangs between the petals, swaying gently with the wind.

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