From the moment he appeared, he took a fancy to the purple fairy plant in her hand.

He could also easily just take the Purple Immortal Plant, regardless of her life or death.

But he still rescued her, which shows that there is a way to steal and a way to rob.

It would be unreasonable for me to continue to be so aggressive.

Miss Jun was silent for a moment.

"If you don't need it for medical treatment, but for money, I can buy your herb." She said, looking at him, "Any amount is fine."

The man drank and laughed.

"Little girl." He stretched out his hand and tapped the tip of her nose, "Not everything in this world can be measured by money."

As he spoke, he stood up, put the axe back on his waist, tightened the rope, rubbed his nose with his hand, turned around and strode away.

Miss Jun watched him disappear into the woods in a few steps, then she breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to touch the silver bracelet on her left wrist.

As she stroked it gently, a circle of sharp silver thorns suddenly appeared on the silver bracelet, shining green in the sunlight.

Although the venom in it can kill instantly, there is no guarantee that she will remain unscathed if the opponent hits her with an axe.

After all, the woodcutter was a very powerful and dangerous man.

Is this an accident or is it related to the Fang family’s enemies?

Miss Jun was thinking, how is Fang Chengyu down the mountain? She hurried to get up, but a sharp pain came from her foot, causing her to fall down again.

Miss Jun took away the thorns on the silver bracelet, lifted her skirt, and looked at her wrist. The blood had seeped through her trousers and socks.

She reached out and pressed it, luckily, there was no bone injury, only muscles.

There are medicines for bruises and injuries in the car. Just apply them for two or three days and you'll be fine.

But the problem now is that it is a bit troublesome to go down the mountain.

Miss Jun raised her head and looked around. Go and break off some branches to use as a walking stick. We can always move down before dark.

Just as she was about to crawl, she heard footsteps again. Miss Jun raised her head and saw that the woodcutter had come back.

Miss Jun sat up straight and held her hands.

The woodcutter stopped a few steps away from her and looked down at her with his arms folded.

"Hey, I won't sell you the herbs," he said. "But, how much will you pay me to take you down the mountain?"

…

Miss Jun reached out to pull away the branch that was holding her hair, and only then did she realize how tall the man was.

He carried me on his back. It felt like riding on a horse.

Moreover, he was walking very fast, and he seemed not to notice the rugged rocks and trees blocking the road at all, but he easily avoided them just when he was about to hit them.

This made Miss Jun a little nervous, and she couldn't help but grab his shoulders.

"Hey, hey." He shouted immediately. "I'm carrying you on my back, so don't do anything to me."

Does this person really care? Or is he just pretending to be crazy?

Miss Jun loosened her hand and changed the palm support to wrist support, reducing their contact to a minimum.

This made him very satisfied.

"Little girl, are you serious when you say you have money?" he said again. "I'll be frank with you, don't lie to me and send you down, then cry and say you have no money. Thank me for being a good person."

As he spoke, he strode over a slope and slid out along with the rolling earth and rocks.

Miss Jun was so shocked by the sudden fall that she had to hug his neck with her hands. She also stuck to his back.

He didn't know if it was because he was hugged by the neck or because the girl's body was too close to him, but he screamed again.

"You're strangling me," he shouted.

Miss Jun released her hands immediately and straightened her body on his back again.

"Be careful." He snorted twice and said unhappily.

Miss Jun looked at the bracelet on her left hand.

"You should be careful too," she said.

This was the second sentence Miss Jun had spoken since she agreed to be carried on his back and pointed out the direction down the mountain.

He glanced at her sideways with a strange look on his face, then chuckled twice.

"Little girl, there's no need to say such things," he said. "It's useless to say nice things, to praise me as a good person, to express your concern for me. When we get to the bottom of the mountain, you won't pay."

He chuckled twice.

He took back the hand that was holding her legs from behind and patted it in front of him.

The rabbit and axe that were originally pinned behind his waist were now hung in front.

Because he suddenly took away one of his hands, Miss Jun's body tilted and slid down, and she had to hold his shoulders again.

"Hey, be careful." He shouted again, "Don't try to play tricks."

Miss Jun sighed inwardly, said nothing, and straightened her body again.

"You may be a young girl, but you have a lot on your mind."

"It's a pity that this thought is not used in the right place."

"This kind of cute trick of pretending to be weak also needs to be accepted by everyone."

"If you can use money to measure something in this world, then there is nothing that cannot be solved."

He spoke very fast, walked very quickly, and seemed to be very familiar with the mountain, running very flexibly.

Miss Jun suddenly raised her hand.

"Wait a minute." She spoke for the third time.

He stopped, somewhat impatient.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to go to the bathroom? Just bear with it, we will be able to get down the mountain soon." he said.

Miss Jun reached out and grabbed a cluster of short trees nearby, broke off a branch, and removed the leaves.

"Bite on this," she said, holding the branch to his mouth.

He was stunned for a moment, with a bit of alertness.

"What?" he said.

"This is a kind of medicinal herb. I can hear that your voice is a little hoarse. Have you been belching at night recently, as if your throat is blocked?" Miss Jun said.

He raised his eyebrows. Yes, she was right.

She said she was a herbalist, so it was normal for her to know medical knowledge.

There was nothing special about this tree. Although he didn't know whether it was a medicinal herb, at least he knew it was not poisonous.

He opened his mouth and bit the branch.

"But I didn't ask you to treat my disease, so this can't offset the money I gave you," he said.

His speech became unclear because he was biting a branch in his mouth.

Miss Jun nodded.

He felt relieved and quickened his pace as he walked through the forest. Since he had a branch bitten in his mouth, he had difficulty speaking. Silence fell between the two of them, with only the sound of footsteps and the sounds of birds and animals in the forest.

Miss Jun will not discuss for now whether this person is a passerby or an acquaintance who has planned this, or he is vicious and cunning or pretending to be crazy and stupid, but one thing is certain.

This guy is a chatterbox.

She exhaled softly, feeling that the quietness made her body and mind comfortable.

Because he was relaxed physically and mentally, he couldn't help but get closer to this man, causing him to make vague complaints.

Miss Jun leaned against his shoulders, standing upright on his back like a mountain.

…

The fire had gone out, and the few remaining unopened meals were neatly placed on the felt mat.

Fang Chengyu's eyes were fixed on the direction where Miss Jun left.

What took so long?

Is it hard to find?

It’s not a big deal if she can’t be found, but could she have had an accident?

After all, she is a weak woman living in this desolate mountain and ridge.

Fang Chengyu glanced at Lei Zhonglian who was squatting nearby.

This situation had happened before. He had asked Lei Zhonglian to go to the mountain to find her, but Lei Zhonglian flatly refused.

"The young mistress asked me to look after the young master," he said, "I can't go to see anyone else."

This person is very stubborn. Fang Chengyu knows this kind of person's character and did not try to do anything disruptive like threatening, quarreling or scolding him.

Lei Zhonglian stood up suddenly.

"The young mistress is here," he said, his voice happy and a little strange, "but who is that man?"

Fang Chengyu also looked over when he heard the first sound.

In the sight, a man was running down the mountain. His tall stature made the girl he was carrying look even smaller.

Something happened to her.

Fang Chengyu thought of it immediately, without thinking about who the man was, and didn't even look at the man.

He grabbed the crutches at his side but did not stand.

It is safest and better for a lame person to sit down so as not to cause trouble to others.

Lei Zhonglian took a few steps forward, but did not leave Fang Chengyu.

The man who was running over stopped a few steps away and said something.

His voice was loud, but his words were unclear, as if he had something in his mouth and couldn't hear clearly. Lei Zhonglian and Fang Chengyu both looked at his face subconsciously.

It really is holding something in its mouth.

This is a young and handsome man, but this handsome man has a branch in his mouth.

Some men would hold a piece of grass or a flower in their mouths, appearing to be romantic and unrestrained.

But it really wasn't romantic with a big branch in your mouth.

What a strange person! Is this the custom of the mountain people here?

This custom is somewhat familiar.

Lei Zhonglian, who has a lot of experience in watching cars and dealing with cows, horses, and donkeys, said in his heart.

Like the bit that animals wear when working.