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Distant mountains.

Flowers.

Dusk in the mountains always has a psychedelic tone.

The afterglow of the setting sun casts a layer of gray on the emerald green of the mountains, but this gray does not make the distant mountains look desolate, but rather warmer and softer.

The stream at sunset was shrouded in the afterglow, gurgling and flowing, as if it was slower and lighter, like a sweet dream of fear of startling the sword thirty.

Jian Thirty was lying on a bamboo raft, which was drifting in the stream.

The stream was babbling, rippling layer after layer.

I don't know where the wind blew from, with the fragrance of the leaves of the distant mountains, drifted slightly to Ken Thirty's nostrils.

Ken Thirty couldn't help but yawn comfortably, and then, taking a long breath.

However, instead of flowers, he breathed wine.

The crisp bamboo leaves are green in a tube made of green bamboo, and this green bamboo wine tube hangs from the bamboo canopy supported above his head.

When he wants to drink, he gently blows on the bamboo tube that holds the wine, and then the bamboo tube slowly tilts, and then the crisp wine pours down and falls right into his mouth.

It seems that there is no more comfortable way to drink than this, as if there is no better place to drink like this.

The fragrance of flowers, the singing of birds, the wine, the tranquil scenery, I'm afraid you just give him the throne of the emperor, and you want him to let him let this life out.

As if he had just woken up, Ken Thirty stretched out for a long time, and then, taking out a bunch of mountain grapes that had been soaked in the cold from the stream.

Pick one, throw it upwards, and then, slowly, fall right into his mouth, what a sweet grape.

He tasted it carefully, smashed his mouth a few times, and muttered: It's so comfortable, now I can finally rest quietly for a while, the days when no one disturbs me are really comfortable, I just hope that others will not come to make trouble again, and let me spend a summer here.

However, the heavens did not let him be quiet.

Just as he was about to eat the second grape, he suddenly heard a woman's voice shouting for help not far away, help, help.

The voice is so miserable, so sad.

Only a woman who is being humiliated can make such a sound, and only a woman who has fallen into the mouth of a tiger can scream so miserably.

For no reason, there was a woman's voice shouting for help, if it was a hot-blooded young man, he would definitely run over desperately to see what was going on.

However, Jian Thirty is no longer young, besides, he is also an old Jianghu, this old Jianghu has been investigated before coming here, there is almost no family living within a hundred miles of this mountain, how could a woman suddenly shout for help in the blue sky and white sky?

Isn't that strange?

So, Sword Thirty couldn't help but shake his head.

He shook his head, not because the woman's voice was too pitiful, but because the woman's voice for help made him feel so upset that he couldn't lie down quietly and eat his grapes and drink his wine.

No matter why a woman came out here for no reason, no matter what reason this woman shouted for help, as a famous hero, he had to go and see what was going on.

Otherwise, what else do you want to do?

However, Jian Thirty did not even move, and was still drinking his wine and eating his grapes.

Seeing his indifferent look, you will definitely be unable to help but scold him, what kind of bullshit hero, is it just like this to see death and not save it, and let others insult women?

However, no matter how much you scold him, he seems to have made up his mind not to pay attention to anyone, but to settle down and enjoy his life.

He either mistook the woman's voice shouting for help as a singing sound, or the sound of a wild boar**, or simply pretended not to hear anything.

He picked a second grape.

The wild grapes that grow on these mountains are so sweet.

He was about to throw it out, but he heard the woman cry again, more desolate and sadder than the last time: Help, help, uncle, please, let me go.

A man smiled and said, "Okay, it's okay to let you go, let the uncle be happy and happy first."

Ken Thirty threw the grapes into his mouth, clicked his mouth a few times, and simply closed his eyes and plugged his ears, trying not to listen to the woman's cry.

However, the woman's voice seemed to be enchanted, and no matter how much he tried to plug his ears, they were like worms, burrowing into his ears.

The tighter he stuffed it, the more clearly he could hear it.

This time, he couldn't pretend he couldn't hear.

Jian Thirty seemed to be angry, not angry at why the man was insulting this woman, but angry at why this woman deliberately let him hear her scream.

He couldn't help frowning, and then, throwing the rest of the grapes into the water, shook his head, sighed, and said, "Alas, I can't be quiet for a while, I really can't help it."

As he spoke, he picked up the sword that was placed beside him.

The sword is still the ordinary iron sword, the sword that defeated Qiu Wanqian, and the sword that killed Liu Qing.

Since killing Liu Qing, this sword seems to be tired, and he has been enjoying a quiet life in this hill with Jian Thirty.

This time, when I saw that the master was going to use him to save people again, I didn't know if I was excited because I was going to renew the rivers and lakes, or because I was lonely because I was going to get involved in the disputes in the rivers and lakes again.

He cut a few pieces of green bamboo on the raft, and then, after throwing each piece, he turned over and pedaled, like a dragonfly touching water, and when the green bamboo was finished, he had already reached the shore.

When he landed, he slung the iron sword over his shoulder, and then, lazily, walked in the direction where the woman's voice had come from.

He didn't seem to be going to save someone's life, but to see why the woman didn't call in another place, but in this place, which disturbed his dream.

The sound came from the grass not far away.

At this moment, the bushes of grass and trees were scurrying around, as if there was a fierce dispute, and as far as the eye could see, I saw a bearded man struggling to crush a woman under him, tearing her clothes, intending to be indecent.

While taking off the woman's clothes, the man said in a voice that he didn't know whether it was gentle or threatening: Don't move, don't move, cooperate a little, and it will be over in a while.

The woman, on the other hand, did not cooperate at all, and kept struggling, struggling, and shouting: Let go of me, let go of me.

However, she was too weak, her strength was too weak, and her struggle was undoubtedly like a mantis arm, not only did not break the man away from herself, but aroused the man's greater desire.

Driven by this desire, the man's eyes already glowed with a wolf-like green light, threatening her weak body.

When he saw that the woman was struggling too hard, he raised his slap and stunned the woman at once, and then, with a long sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and was about to take off the last piece of clothing on her body, when he turned his head to look, he found Jian Thirty lying next to him, lying on his side, holding a black sheath sword in one hand, and half of his head in the other, looking at him with a smile.