Be clearer.

It was like a big stick in my mind was stirred into a paste, which was so painful, but it was this pain that made Catherine feel the existence of life... She was still alive... Everything was just a nightmare.

She slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes were filled with young and joyful eyes.

"Teacher, wake up."

"Hey, I just said that the teacher is lucky and lucky, so there will be no problem."

"Tsk, it's not just to save you, otherwise why would something happen to the teacher?"

At this time, a cold voice overwhelmed all the noisy sounds: "Stop making noise, your teacher is very weak now, I want to treat her."

The sound was not loud, but it was very effective, and the students were so angry that they were out of touch.

A pair of black eyes reflected in Catherine's eyes, with a faint concern in her eyes.

"Shh, stop talking," the owner of the eyes pressed a finger gently on Catherine's moving lips: "You are still very weak now. You'll get better after a night's sleep later."

The big hands put a burnt towel on Catherine's forehead, and then she felt her wrist being caught... A warm current poured into her body, driving away the cold air in her body. It was very warm, and Catherine's sleepiness became stronger and stronger. After a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already the next night.

Catherine felt a layer of sweat all over her body. Although her body was sticky, she was extremely comfortable.

She sat up in a daze in front of her eyes, trying to find glasses, but she didn't touch them. At this time, she grabbed the frame of the mirror with one hand and placed it in front of her.

Catherine took it and put it on, her vision became clear. She breathed a sigh of relief and stared at the person who handed her glasses. Her eyes were strange and she was silent for a long time. Suddenly, "I'm hungry."

The man quickly took it to play with hot and thick broth like a magic trick.

After taking it, Catherine was not polite, and put a bowl of thick soup into her stomach. She felt that the strength of her limbs gradually gathered. She wiped her lips and suddenly smashed the bowl at the other party, but the man's hand was faster than her. She took it casually and put the bowl aside as if nothing had happened.

Catherine became more and more annoyed. She stood up suddenly, rushed over like a little female beast, biting and snatching.

Tears flowed down, and his mouth was full of murmurs: "Bastard... without you... How could you be so ruthless... Bastard... are all lying... don't care about other people's lives or death at all."

After a long fuss, Catherine couldn't help crying, hugged the shoulder, and wiped her tears and nose on the other person's clothes while crying.

"Okay. OK. Don't cry anymore? You're brave, Catherine."

"I just cried. You can't control it." Catherine vented so much that she was already out of breath, but she was as angry as a child.

Yang Zheng knew that he was a little cruel in the swamp and tortured this girl very much.

But if there was no such torture, I am afraid that those students would not be able to get out of the swamp.

Catherine looked around and saw that there were quiet woods around her, with the mud under her feet soft and the bonfire burning not far away. She suddenly remembered that her group of students, and remembered that she had lost her composure just now, and she shouted softly and retreated from Yang Zheng's arms.

She looked at her guiltily, afraid that a group of students would stare at her with wide eyes. Fortunately, it was pitch black all around, except for the stars and moonlight shining through the forest, there was no one around.

"Where are he...who are them?"

Yang Zheng tidied his clothes and said indifferently: "Don't worry, in order not to let them disturb you to rest, I will let them camp in the distance."

Catherine relaxed, looked at Yang Zheng's hateful expression, and kicked him again: "Don't laugh, I'm just losing my composure for a while, I'm not interested in you."

"It seems that I am self-indulgent." Yang Zheng sighed, looking lonely as if "falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless".

"Pretty, pretend, I'll ask you to pretend." Catherine was amused.

As she smiled, tears flowed silently. The grievance, the fear, the despair without any vitality rushed out of her mind when she had just calmed down. The nightmare feeling in front of her made her feel chilled all over.

She shrank her shoulders and squatted down weakly.

Seeing that her shoulders were twitching, Yang Zheng knew that everything in the swamp was not so easy to erase from Catherine's heart, and even the intense stimulation caused the girl to have a psychological scar.

If you don't enlighten me properly, this kind of trauma may last a lifetime.

He also squatted down, reached out to hold Catherine's shoulder and gently snatched it, and said in a harmonious voice: "I'll prepare hot water for you. You can take a hot shower first, and then come to me. I have something to say to you."

"Hot water...bath?" Although Catherine still felt injured, she couldn't help but raise her head when she heard such a ridiculous suggestion. Where can hot water come from in the wilderness and bathtubs?

Yang Zheng patted lightly, let go of his hand and stood up.

"Come with me."

Catherine followed Yang Zheng into the woods half-believingly and turned a giant

Serene's eyes widened.

In front of me was a huge tree stump, and it was empty in the middle. It was just enough to lie down. There was water and steam inside. There was a black stick on the other end. Catherine recognized it as Yang Zheng's magic wand, the black emperor stick. She laughed at it at the beginning and said that she had a broken fire stick but gave it such a cool name.

"How did you do it?" Katherine thought Yang Zheng was so amazing.

"I slightly changed the magic pattern on the Black Emperor's Staff to continuously generate heat. I controlled it to the right water temperature, and this is the clothes." Yang Zheng took down the small package on the big stone: "I asked Lis and the others to dry it for you, but I didn't move."

Catherine took the package and opened it and looked at it. Her face turned red. Fortunately, the night was covered, and everything in the package was full of chest support and underwear.

"I'll go, you can put a barrier of light by yourself. The students won't know you're here." Yang Zheng's voice became farther and farther away, and Catherine raised her head and found that Yang Zheng had left.

What a careful man, Catherine couldn't help thinking this way. Now Yang Zheng and Yang Zheng in the swamp are simply rebellious.

She reached out to try the water. The temperature was very pleasant. After putting a light-driving connection, Catherine took off her wrinkled clothes and quickly slid into the water. She sighed with comfort...

Humming the tune of "The Song of Cocomalin" that has been popular recently in mainland China, Catherine changed into clean clothes and felt much better. Women like to take a bath. This is the reason. Washing away dirt is like washing away worries, and the whole body and mind becomes lighter.

While stroking his long wet hair, he picked up the "ugly" black emperor stick, and he still felt warm when he started.

"I don't know where this guy got so many wits."

The only one who can do this in the world was transforming the magic wand into a heating rod to take a hot bath. Catherine touched the smooth surface of the magic wand, and a little sweetness grew in her heart.

She dissipated the barrier of light and walked out humming a small song.

As soon as he turned the huge rock, he took two steps back and saw clearly the person sitting on the other side of the huge rock, and said angrily: "Why are you sitting here?"

Yang Zheng patted the soil on his pants and pulled off the dog's tail grass that was holding in his mouth.

The dark eyes were shiny under the dark night. He touched his nose and kicked the thing on the ground under his feet: "There are many snakes in this forest. I'm afraid you are in danger, so I didn't go far."

Catherine found that there were seven or eight snakes lying under Yang Zheng’s feet, and her hair was standing up. She yelled: “You…you…”

"Diet, don't be afraid." Yang Zheng leaned on the huge rock, still calm, as if nothing in this world could make him feel turbulent.

Catherine took a few deep breaths. She wouldn't be surprised if Yang Zheng did anything. This guy is definitely the weirdest and most incredible man in the world.

She tried her best to stay away from the dead snakes and handed the Black Emperor's Staff forward: "Here, I'll give you back."

Yang Zheng took the stick and didn't know how to do it. He climbed up the huge rock lightly and patted the stone surface beside him: "Come and sit for a while."

This height of stone naturally could not defeat a high-level mage. Catherine used a floating technique and boarded a huge rock.

Unexpectedly, after getting on the stone, the scenery suddenly changed.

Just from a perspective of the perspective of the head, there was a river beside the woods, a bonfire burning on the rocky beach, and many figures.

That was the garrison of the Trial Team.

The night was as dark as a piece of pure glass, and the stars were like inlaid in glass, so clean that it made people happy.

Yang Zheng Youran said: "I have always liked the starry sky in this world. It's so beautiful. I have only seen such sky in the North Pole. Then I dreamed of seeing it every day, and it would be best to live under such a sky, build a big house with a glass roof, and lie on the bed every day to watch it, and then I would be happy. I didn't expect that such a dream can be realized easily now, but I lost the interest in building a house."

Catherine thought Yang Zheng's words were a bit strange, and she thought for a long time and said: "Where is the Arctic?"

Yang Zheng chuckled, he leaned down, put his hands behind his head, and breathed comfortably: "Ark Pole... very far north, the limit of the north, the end of the sky."

"Brave, North's limit? You made it up." Catherine flattened her mouth.

"Maybe, tell me your dream? Catherine." Yang Zheng asked.

"My dream... Well..." Catherine pondered for a long time, shook her head with some distress: "My dreams are too many... I can't finish barbecue, no, it should be Chinese food, you promised to make it for me."

"That's easy. I only talk about the biggest dream and the hardest to realize."

"The hardest..." Catherine blinked her eyes and blushed violently: "I said you don't laugh at me."

"explain!"

“My biggest dream is to get a man pregnant!”
Chapter completed!