Assassin Farmer

When Su Shuiju woke up from a coma, the surrounding environment was not the Suzhou Chengyan Medical Museum in the spring of the 23rd year of the Republic of China, but a lush jungle.

Jungle? Su Shuihui winked, holding up his seemingly weak body. After glancing at him vaguely, he lowered his head and looked at himself: “Ah?” It doesn't look like the dress I wore before. Did the maid change it for herself when she was in a coma? But it shouldn't be this gorgeous silk cloth. I don't want the gorgeous clothing, but I want comfort. Two maids who have served themselves since they were little also know this. From the inside out, they are usually fine cotton and silk. Like this costume, which looks expensive today, is really hot and breathable, and it is definitely not their own.

Unexpectedly, he swept his hands again and frowned again. These equally white hands were smaller than his own, and his back was scratched a lot, probably due to the thorns of the branches. However, this is clearly not the original pair of long, white, caring and embroidered hands.

However, I am Su Shuijuan, occupying the chief embroidery of “Su Embroidered House” for more than five years and the eldest granddaughter of Su Jia. Is it possible that everything before this was my own illusion? For 19 years, it was a clear, profound and real dream? Is it true that you now have this weak, powerless, unbearable woman? Oh, no, it's a teenage girl. I don't think she has a big bone yet.

When I think of my common sister Su Shuiju, Su Shuiju can't help but shush for a while. Didn't expect, really didn't expect, Sulai to be reasonable in front of everyone, respectable aunt and sexy vibrant, beautiful looking sister Shui Shui, actually revenge for jealousy of his embroiderer, in the name of the elder brother to deceive himself to the old master, took away the large Su embroidery “Qingming Ming Upper River Map” which took him almost four months to complete, and pushed himself to the ground.

I shook my head slightly, it was a bit heavy, but I didn't feel any tingling. Did I get pushed by the water before and seem to hit the corner of the old man's cabin, then I lost consciousness, these things are all my hallucinations?

Su Shuihui stiffened up his weak body, again convinced that this delicate and weak body was not himself.

The confusion between the eyebrows did not dissipate, picked up a large branch around her, walked a few steps shaking with her full body weight. After the dizziness slightly improved, it was observed.

A few steps out in the bush, hanging a small baggage, Su Shuiju brought it forward to take a closer look and guessed that it should be the original owner of this body. My men kept moving, shaking their bags and wanting to see if there was any credentials or anything in there that could identify them.

Unfortunately, the baggage contains a three-piece goose yellow satin shirt in a lingerie coat, one presumably filled with water, now an empty gourd, a fine dagger, a sandalwood comb, a palm-sized copper mirror, several pieces of jewellery wrapped in a silk cloth: a jade, a golden chai with flowers, a pair of white jade bracelets engraved with dragon phoenix, and a small bag of charcoal from the sun. There are five blossoming silver dollars in the bag, and several pieces of silver.

Once again, Su Shuiju's balance is uncertain: look at these jewelry, but Silver Yuanbao and crushed silver are not allowed to circulate long ago, right? I did make silver coins out of silver before last year, but only French coins were allowed since last year? Why is there about ten taels of silver yuanbao and crushed silver in this bag? Looking at clothes doesn't look like someone who's been stuck in the mountains for a long time. If you look at the bronze mirror again, you can't see it clearly for half a day. However, you can almost see the facial contour, definitely not Su Shuiju. Coupled with the cloud hair held up on his head, the shoulder-side floating usi, the glossy forehead convinced Su Shuiju that this person was definitely not himself, or that it was definitely not Su Shuiju, who had a young girl combed in front of the swallowtail style.

Su Shuihui lowered his baggage in depression and sat down on a thick pier, slamming his weak legs, painfully pondering the middle cause. Half of them did not think of an ugly man, but were reminded by a hungry voice in their bellies: the reason why this body is so weak is hungry.

Then I suddenly wondered: Is this body starved to death and occupied by its own soul? Oh, my God, isn't this a ransom? That's what the legendary spirit calls "borrowing a body for soul”? Su Shuiju is stuck. So, what about the real Su Shuiju? Dead?

However, Su Shuiju could not allow more thought. The sound of wild animals roaring from not far away was then a fierce tear. She suddenly woke up. This reminded me that this is a mountain forest. It is forbidden for wild animals to eat people, so hurry and find a place to hide.

Pick up the baggage on the ground and go as far as you can with the coarse branches in the opposite direction of the beast roaring. However, after a fierce roar, the forest not far from here returned to its original tranquillity.

Su Shui stood there and listened for a while, making sure that there was no hissing and roaring. Thinking about it, he slowly moved to a place where he could bark with coarse branches. Hope is what you think. Su Shuijuan grabbed the branches and baggage on his hand and his heart beat intensified nervously. If the speculation is wrong, the life you borrowed will be lost.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of her, Su Shuiju suppressed her vomiting desire, held on to a few wanting to faint body, her pale little face strangely raised her lip angle, revealing her inner joy. Yes, I have a belly wrapper to keep me alive.

Although it does not seem to be handled so well.

One legged white tiger with more than four of her eyes and two big wolves.

She trembled closer to the three fierce things that had died from her injuries as a result of the fighting, pulling out the dagger, which she did not know was impractical, but did not know where to start.

Skin, cut meat, barbecue. This is what she sees in her leisure time, but she never thought she would have a day to try it with her own hands.

As the granddaughter of the head of the Su family, she is also the chief embroiderer of the "Su Embroidered House" for five consecutive years. Her own life is not necessarily sophisticated and comfortable. Besides, the Su family's reputation in Suzhou City also prevents her from doing these trivial things herself. Her hands were protected from needle embroidery.

But nowadays, where else can I sit and wait for food to come to my mouth? Only self-reliance can survive. Though this body is not Su Shuiju, the soul is. From now on, it is Su Shuiju, Su Shuiju is it.

For a long time, until dusk covered, Su Shuiju still did not dare to touch the bodies of the three tough objects. Her fist grip was tight and tight, and after a few deep breaths, she decided to start working with a dagger. That's right, Labor. Considering these actions as simple tasks, she does not believe that she cannot overcome her inner tensions and fears.

Wanting to go forward, he heard the sound of a "Sysozo" in the grass behind him, and then rolled out the two snow-white puppies. Well, watching them “whoop” turns licking the two long-dead and hardening wolves, Su Shuiju realizes that these two should be wolves. They're out looking for their parents.

Su Shuijuan's eyes were a little wet, and he was ashamed of his previous desire to skin and eat meat. Picking up these two seemingly newborn little wolves, he softly said, "Don't be sad, can I help you bury them?” The two werewolves did not hide from Su Shuiju's closeness. “Woo” and looked at their crystal bright eyes. Su Shuiju thought they could understand what they were saying.

Put the little wolf in the grass pile gently, dig up the dirt pit with a dagger, and watch it dig out such a small pit for half a day. Su Shuiyu is a little anxious, the sky is darkened. I don't know if there will be more fierce prey out to hunt at night. I'm all alone, and I have two little wolves with me. Where do I go?

He glanced back at the two little wolves who squatted and smiled. Unexpectedly, no one had encountered them, but met the two little ones.

The little wolf also swept Su Shuiju's eyes. She stared at herself, seemed puzzled and “whooped” twice. Then she crawled all the way to the foot of Su Shuiju, licked her two bites, and began to learn the soil of Su Shuiju. At first sight, Su Shuiju stopped thinking about how cute they were. She continued to start the unfinished work on her hands, digging the dirt pit big enough until she loaded the two big wolves.

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“All right." Su Shuiju laid a circle of rocks next to the dirt pit where the big wolf was buried, in case he came back later with the little wolf and couldn't find it. I don't know if I can get out of this forest safely, or if I'll ever get another chance. However, she was used to marking anything from her own hands.

Shoot the dust from your body, drag the white tiger up and greet the two wolves: “Where do you live? Will you take me? ”

After circling around the buried dirt pit, the two werewolves returned to Su Shui's side and raised their heads a few times. They bit the front leg of the white tiger, helped her drag the white tiger, and instructed Su Shui to follow them.

He walked about 50 meters, followed the little wolf to open the bush in front of him, and su Shuihui suddenly appeared in front of him a large hole two meters wide. I think this must be the wolf hole. Otherwise, the wolf wouldn't be so familiar with the door.

Throw the white tiger in the hole and enter their home with the little wolf.

Apart from the grudge in the cave, it's not dirty. The floor was padded with thick dry branch leaves and stepped on to “clap” to make a noise. The hole was small but narrow, and it took about a dozen meters to reach the end. At the end of the day, it was a waterhole.

Oh, no, this is a waterhole, it's a naturally formed bell milkstone. Along the pointed long stone milk, dripping brittle droplets of clock milk. The most central stone has a recess with several ladders of clear crystalline green liquid that resembles water, not water, not jade.

Is this it? Su Shuiju picked a little bit with his index finger and put it in his mouth to taste. The taste was refreshing and refreshing. When he entered his stomach, he had a strong spiritual recovery. Where else did he feel tired and hungry before?

What the hell is this? See, it seemed to infiltrate from the top of the hole and then build up. However, looking up at the top of the hole, there was no wet leakage, but it was slightly different. However, if you want to accumulate a drop from the top of a hole like this to fall into this recess, how long will it take? No wonder there's no spillage of crystalline green liquid in the recess. How many years has this accumulated?

Su Shuihuan thought for half a day, and he couldn't think of what these crystalline green and clear liquids were.