80’s Sweet Marriage: Struggle for a Good Life

I have to admit that these indigenous people are too familiar with this jungle.

Su Nuo and Gu Yanlan ran for so long, but when they were finally arrested they were only two hours away.

The rain is getting bigger and worse, the cottage in the village looks hazy in the rain, with an ancient and mysterious gloomy feeling.

Gu Yanlan was relieved, at least Suno didn't need to get rain again when he came back here.

Several indigenous people carried Gu Yanlan directly to the chief's house.

The chief's house is the largest and best in the village, but their house has the lowest roof.

There was a heavy stench in the room, and the chief's wives were grabbing food around a pot.

When the net bag was thrown on the ground, the water splashed all over the floor, making a "click" sound.

The chief seemed angry, shouted twice, and smashed the scepter in one of the indigenous people's heads, smashing that person's head.

A few Aboriginal people walked forward, cut the net with a knife, and released Gu Yanlan.

Gu Yilan's hands and feet were numb. But he wiped the rain on Suno's face for the first time, and brushed her messy hair back to his ears.

"Xiao Nuo, Su Xiaonuo, you wake up." Gu Minlan patted Su Nuo's face gently, but she did not respond at all.

"You, moved the gift dedicated to God!" The chief asked loudly, while holding a scepter and waving at Gu Yilan.

Gu Yanlan knew that the so-called "gifts of gods" were the corpses in the roof mezzanine. He shook his head: "I don't know, it should be done by another person."

"Isn't he your companion? What he does is what you do." The chief was angry, and he felt the man was quibbling.

"Then the son of your wife is the son of everyone in the village?" Gu Yilan glared at the chief and ignored him.

Su Nuo's condition was really bad. Gu Minlan pulled out the cold medicine and antipyretic medicine in her pocket and put it in her mouth.

Then Gu Yanlan took out the compressed towel from the backpack again, and then dried Suno's hair after opening it.

"What's that?" The chief found a piece of hard stuff the size of the wildcat's feet, and when turned on, it turned into a large soft towel, and was stunned.

"Here you are." Gu Minlan took another compressed towel from the backpack and threw it to the chief, but did not forget to tell him, "It can't be plugged back after opening it. It is just a one-way magic."

"Oh oh, I see." The chief pinched the little stubborn compressed towel, his face tangled.

He wanted to open it now and watch the thing turn into a soft ball in the palm of his hand.

But I'm afraid that this kind of magic that can only be used once will fail and will not be seen later.

"Is this thing still there?" The chief asked, looking eagerly.

"Yes, but you have to keep us safe." Gu Yilan said, "And God ’s gift is not my move, do you understand?"

"Yes, my son can only be my son. What your companions do has nothing to do with you." The chief now distinguished right from wrong.

But it was because of a compressed towel that he was so profound.

Gu Yilan secretly relieved, took out two compressed towels and threw them.

They do n’t have much equipment, and they use a piece of compressed towels to reduce the burden.

It now seems that if you shouldn't escape, throwing a few compressed towels can solve the problem.