Dressed as a paranoid male supporting white moonlight

Chapter 296 Crossing
"master!"

Song Qilin's nine eyes were about to burst.

The three assassins didn't get any benefits, they were all seriously injured, and they swam back to the small boat to escape.

The night wind is bitterly cold, and the river water is biting.

Song Qi and Lin Jiu have been wandering around the river to salvage, but they couldn't find them anywhere.

Lin Jiu muttered in a daze: "What to do... what to do now..."

"Find."

Song Qi continued to search.

Lin Jiu shook his head, regretting himself, and didn't know who to blame, "I said at the time, I told the master not to care about those people, but he just didn't listen... What love the people like a son, worry about the country and the people, why bother with those!"

"Stop talking!" Song Qi interrupted coldly.

He looked at the turbulent river, his eyes were a little red, "The master has his own considerations for doing this."

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Even if he and Lin Jiu drained the river, they had to find Qin Yanfeng.

Biting cold.

Suffocation, exhaustion, pain.

Drowning in the water in the mouth and nose, choking sore throat.

It was extremely dark all around, but there was an untouchable skylight overhead.As if falling into a dark abyss, sinking, sinking...

Jiang Xian shook her eyelids vigorously and opened her eyes.

The top of the bed that jumped into the eye was hung with a black and yellow tattered curtain.The quilt covered has not been washed for a long time, and the edges are slightly patted.The four walls of the house are bleak, and there is an Eight Immortals table in the corner. One of the legs of the table is broken, and it is piled up with stones. Looking through the window, in the rain, the mud-rammed earth wall is covered with moss, and wild vines are waist-high.

"...dream again?"

Jiang Xian withdrew her gaze, lifted the heavy quilt, and glanced at what she was wearing.

The innermost part is her white short-sleeved T-shirt, a pale-washed collared jacket on the outside, and a dusty pleated skirt on the outside of the denim shorts.

Jiang Xian jumped out of the bed, turned around twice in disbelief, and pinched the soft flesh of her thigh.

"Whoo-"

pain!
She remembered.

After get off work, she was drowsy, didn't look carefully at the road, and accidentally stepped into the fountain pool downstairs in the company.The fountain pool was not deep, but she couldn't get up no matter what. She stretched out her hand and wanted to climb to the edge of the pool, but it sank deeper and deeper.

When I woke up again, I came to this dilapidated mountain village dressed in weird clothes.

Jiang Xian couldn't figure it out.

She was about to go out of the house to check the situation, when an old woman with a rickety back suddenly appeared at the door.

The old woman was also wearing a rough skirt with a collar, and the waist was a little black.Holding a chipped medicine bowl in her hand, she asked kindly, "Girl, are you awake?"

Jiang Xian was stunned, and looked around for the camera, "...Old woman, what are you doing here? Don't choose me for tricks, I'm not suitable."

The old woman was confused.

"Girl, what are you talking about?" She pointed at the stream outside with her skinny fingers, "I found you by the stream yesterday, you were unconscious, and you were only wearing shorts..."

Jiang Xian's place is already very hot in June.

She wears short sleeves and shorts. In the old woman's eyes, she looks like she has been abandoned by the stream by the wicked.

There is a small mole under the misty eyebrow on the left side of the woman, and her eyelashes are about to fly away. Even if she is unconscious, she can't hide her beauty.Seeing this look at first, the old woman was even more distressed, seeing that the man hadn't died yet, she was immediately rescued and returned home.

Thinking of Jiang Xian's "tragic experience", the old woman choked up slightly, "I'm sorry, I'll keep my mouth shut. Which village do you live in? Mother-in-law, go tell Lizheng, and help you find your family as soon as possible."

Jiang Xian was stunned by these messages one after another.

She stared wide-eyed, passed the old woman, and rushed out of the door to distinguish between true and false.

Sure enough, there was a gurgling brook not far from the door.

A hut with a bamboo fence, an isolated village with light smoke and decaying grass.

Farmers bend over to hoe, women drive flocks of chickens and geese, children ride on the backs of yellow cattle, and reed pipes are played horizontally.

The green hills outside Guo, lingering in the smoke, the antique picture scroll of the village scene unfolds slowly.

An hour later, Jiang Xian finally accepted the fact that she had time-traveled!
(End of this chapter)