The personal security of the beautiful president

Three o'clock at midnight.

Liu Ruotong, who had been unable to sleep all this time, got out of the camping tent in the gazebo.

Xiao Nizi first looked at the foot of the mountain.

At this moment, there was complete silence at the foot of the mountain.

The Blood Drinking Temple, which was shrouded in pink smoke just now, was actually quiet at the moment.

Like a beast that has been lying in the dark.

Not even the sound of fighting.

There was nothing around Liu Ruotong except for the howling mountain wind.

"I don't know how the big villain is doing now? Is he injured? I promise Sister Lei Lei to take good care of him. If he is injured, how can I explain to Sister Lei Lei?"

Liu Ruotong was a little anxious.

She originally wanted to leave this small gazebo, but she was worried that the big villain would not find her when she came back.

Just like that, Xiao Nizi was running around in a hurry here.

I don't know, all of a sudden!

At this time, a deep and hoarse voice came from outside the gazebo: "Tongtong..."

"Ding Zhe..."

With sharp eyes, Liu Ruotong saw Ding Zhe leaning against a big tree outside the pavilion.

Through the moonlight, she could vaguely see that Ding Zhe seemed to be very weak.

"How are you?"

Liu Ruotong hurried over to support Ding Zhe.

"I'm fine, I'm finally done."

Ding Zhe put his arms around Liu Ruotong's shoulders, leaning his body against her tender body: "It's just that I also suffered a little injury..."

"My God, it doesn't matter where it is." Liu Ruotong asked nervously.

"It's nothing serious. I'm worried about you, so I came back to see you. Well, I'm going down the mountain to find a place to bandage my wound."

Ding Zhe said wretchedly.

It's a pity that Liu Ruotong didn't have time to see it at all: "No, no, I'll help you, tell me, where is the injury?"

"I don't want it anymore. The wound is poisonous. I need someone to help me suck out the poisonous blood, and the location is not very good, so it's not very convenient."

Ding Zhe felt like a big bad wolf about to transform.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Liu Ruotong supported Ding Zhe and walked towards the tent step by step: "Come and tell me, where is the wound?"

"The thigh of the left leg, ahem, that, Tongtong, I'd better leave."

Ding Zhe said.

"I said it's okay, is it okay?"

When Liu Ruotong heard it, the wound was at this location, and it was poisonous.

Somewhat flustered.

At the same time, he thought to himself: This person who drinks the blood is also a real person, how did he get hurt?

Outrageous.

Just like that, Liu Ruotong helped Ding Zhe into the tent.

After a rustling sound.

Then Liu Ruotong's angry voice sounded from inside the tent: "Big villain, tell me where the wound is!"

"This this……"

Immediately afterwards, Ding Zhe's voice with a hippie smile appeared.

"You big villain, I'll kill you!"

"Hey, Tongtong, please forgive me, Tongtong, ah, ah..."

Immediately afterwards, it could be seen that the tent began to change into various shapes.

During this period, Ding Zhe's begging for mercy could be heard.

At the most exaggerated moment, Ding Zhe's head had already rushed out of the tent, but was grabbed back by a small white hand.

Then came the sound of bang bang bang bang bang bang.

And the sound of clothes being ripped.

Then everything quieted down.

In the darkness, the black dragon glanced at the red dragon: "Brother Honglong, is Shuai Long really injured?"

"Fart!" Red Dragon curled his lips: "I heard Tyrannosaurus rex say that those Taoist soldiers are not useful. The twelve of them just moved their wrists, and they all fell down."

"It's no wonder such a wine bag can hurt Long Shuai."

"Then..." Heilong still didn't understand.

"It's done, don't ask any more questions, let's go, since Long Shuai is back, our protection mission is over."

Then the red dragon got up and whistled into the darkness.

Then, the five raptors left quietly...

Before leaving, the two of them took another look at the tent.

During the period, the black dragon shook his head: "Boss is so pitiful..."

"You know what a fart, the boss is enjoying it!"

The red dragon looked disdainful...

……

Inside the gazebo.

Ding Zhe held Liu Ruotong in his arms.

The latter was tired, but fell into a deep sleep.

However, the little hand still held Ding Zhe's arm tightly.

The face is full of satisfaction and evil.

At the very beginning, it was indeed Liu Ruotong who was fixing Ding Zhe, but after a while, things changed.

So much so that Liu Ruotong is extremely exhausted and powerless now...

As for Ding Zhe, he couldn't fall asleep.

He looked at Liu Ruotong in his arms.

But in my heart I was thinking about something.

During this trip to Xingfeng County, he originally thought that the Blood Drink Temple would be a formidable opponent.

But I don't want to solve it so lightly.

However, Ding Zhe couldn't relax at all.

Because he felt that the cemetery of the Juggernaut, the tomb of the living dead, that he would face in the next few days was the most important thing.

Intuition told Ding Zhe.

This time the Tomb of the Living Dead incident is definitely not simple...

……

Tomorrow time.

Ding Zhe and Liu Ruotong returned to the Blood Drink Temple.

But at this moment, with the Blood Drinking View going up and down, all threats have been eliminated.

The injured Ma Zhenren and Mr. Zhang were handed over to the relevant departments to deal with.

Forty soldiers were imprisoned in the war department.

Ding Zhe asked his subordinates to study how to restore their minds.

As for the rest of the Blood Drinking Temple, they are all mobs.

He has long been frightened by the methods of Ding Zhe and the eighteen raptors.

Hand over all the secrets.

It turns out that the underground of the Blood Drinking Temple has long been transformed into a secret base by Ma Zhenren.

The forty soldiers were trained in the secret base.

It's just that this real Ma is a poor ghost.

As he himself said.

All the resources were used to train the forty soldiers.

So in that underground secret base, Ding Zhe found nothing.

Except for some living supplies.

With no other choice, Ding Zhe had no choice but to order the secret base to be sealed up.

And ordered the rest of the Blood Drinking Temple to be a good person from today.

Among the remaining people in the Blood Drinking Temple, there is a leader named Gufeng Taoist.

Ding Zhe's arrangement is unconditional compliance.

As for the other members of the Blood Drinking Temple, Ding Zhe had already been terrified.

I dare not say anything...

In this way, a small storm ended quietly.

09:30am.

The crew wakes up.

It is worth mentioning that the pink smoke only makes people unconscious, but it is not fatal, nor will it leave sequelae.

The only side effect is that the whole crew got up late.

No, Xu An'an, who just got up, is pulling the sleepy Liu Ruotong there curiously: "It's really strange, sister Tongtong, I wake up very early every morning, I have morning lessons to do, how much?" Years have become a habit, and this morning I slept soundly!"

"Yeah, ahh..."

Liu Ruotong yawned: "I'm still a little sleepy."

"Did you not sleep last night?"

Xu Anan glanced at Liu Ruotong,

"so far so good……"

Liu Ruotong nodded...

Of course she couldn't tell Xu An'an what happened last night.

Especially not telling Xu An'an what happened in the tent later.

There is no way, the things in the tent are too different...

Thinking of this, she secretly glanced at Ding Zhe in the ear room next door.

At this moment, Ding Zhe had just walked out of the room.

However, he lowered his head.

Focus on the phone.

He didn't pay attention to the changes in the crew around him at all.

It turned out that a familiar number appeared on Ding Zhe's phone.

It turned out that the owner of this number turned out to be the boss of the war department, the military god Bai Gang.

What is this old thing calling itself?

Ding Zhe was a little confused.

However, he knew that usually Bai Gang must have something to call him.

It's still a matter of urgency.

He hurriedly connected.

"Hello, Baijun God..."

Ding Zhe said slowly.

"Hello, Ding Zhanshen, have you returned to Dragon Kingdom now?" Bai Gang asked.

"I'm back, I'm in the outskirts of Xingfeng County now."

Ding Zhe glanced at the Blood Drinking Temple beside him, and said at the same time.

"Great, Wu Xuezhi and I, secretary general of the Wumeng League, are also on our way to Xingfeng County. We'll be there soon. We have something urgent to do with you..." Bai Gang said.

Then hung up the phone.

But Ding Zhe was staring at the phone in a daze, thinking about it.

Isn't it a trivial matter that Bai Gang, the boss of the war department, and Wu Xuezhi, the secretary-general of the Wumeng League, came to a small Xingfeng County together?

Could it be for the matter of the tomb of the living dead?

His intuition told him that something big was about to happen...