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Deep in the quiet woods, a figure shuttled through it like a gust of wind. The sun shone on him through the gaps in the leaves, forming patches of mottled light and shadow.

There was a kind of determination and persistence in his eyes, as if he was looking for something. His figure loomed in the woods, sometimes obscured by thick leaves, sometimes reappearing in view.

As he shuttled, the birds spread their wings and flew into the sky, making unpleasant calls.

I don’t know how long I ran, but the man was obviously exhausted. He put his big hands on the thick trunk of the tree, bent over and gasped, "Let me go, this forest is so big, where did you go?"

Yan Junge wiped his sweat and shook his clothes. Sweat poured down like rain, soaking his clothes. The sweat on his forehead seemed to be endless, and it dripped into his eyes, stinging him so much that he could hardly open them.

Sweat flowed down his face, itching. He scratched his neck and looked at the mud in his nails. "Damn it, it's like a sauna in this forest, with a layer of dust falling off."

"It would be great if Yanyan was here. Holding him is cooler than blowing the air conditioner." After resting for a while, he raised his feet and continued walking deeper into the forest. "Yanyan, are you still in the forest? I can feel it. You still here."

"If you're ready to go out, come over to me and let me hold you for a while."

Yan Junge muttered to himself as he walked, licked his dry lips, and swallowed hard. Hungry was the second most important thing, but the thirst was a bit unbearable.

Walk slowly for a while, take a deep breath, and continue running. I don’t know how long I ran, but my breathing became rapid and deep. Every step was like stepping on fire, burning his leg muscles.

Suddenly, he seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and pulled backwards. Yan Junge was caught off guard and fell down onto his butt, unable to stand up for a moment.

The world became quiet at this moment, with only the sound of his heartbeat and breathing echoing in his ears. His legs were trembling, and he gritted his teeth before standing up. He bent over and put his hands on his knees, sucking in the air greedily, trying to calm his heart that seemed to be beating out of his chest.

His eyes wandered, and the scene in front of him became blurry. The all-out running just now made his mind go blank for a moment. He shook his head hard and his mind finally became clear.

After realizing it, he raised his hand and touched his face, his eyes flashed with astonishment, "Why is there blood? Is the skin broken?"

"I didn't try and it hurt!" Yan Junge touched his face and found that one area was broken. He checked his body again and found that it was fine.

Ok?

Looking at the jade plaque on the chest, why did it come out of the clothes?

Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, he touched his neck, and finally realized that it was the jade sign that had just pulled the rope to drag him down.

Is there danger ahead? ? ?

After calming down, Yan Junge's mind became clearer. He clenched the jade plaque around his neck with his left hand and walked forward slowly step by step. Before the big feet hit the ground, the jade token began to stir.

He retracted his feet, looked down at the jade plaque in his palm, and had a guess in his mind. He picked up a dead branch and explored the path forward bit by bit.

Suddenly, the dead branch seemed to have been cut by a knife and split into two.

Damn it, what’s going on! ! !

He mustered up his energy, widened his peach blossom eyes, and finally saw clearly the connected threads in front of him through the reflection, "What is this? It's so sharp!"

A high-tech murder weapon suddenly came to mind, and he took an honest step back. At this time, I changed my hand to a thicker and longer branch and walked along the silk thread. I saw some broken corpses of flying birds along the road, and I guess I bumped into them accidentally.

Looking at the broken corpses of birds and beasts on the ground, Yan Junge suddenly felt a little scared. If he had just bumped into them, would he have to move his head? Yanyan will be so sad when he sees his body, and he will no longer be able to hug Yanyan.

Thinking of this, he held the jade medal tightly with his fingers, and his heart seemed to be strangled by a big hand. His whole body was trembling with pain, and he trembled his lips and murmured, "Yanyan~"

"Why are you here?"

"!!!" Yan Junge suddenly stopped and looked at the person who appeared not far away. His eyes widened in shock and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The person who walked out from behind the tree was dressed in black. black wolf.

Seeing the silly way he rubbed his eyes, Hei Lang seemed to curl his lips and asked again, "Why are you here?"

"Yanyan, you finally came to see me, Yanyan~" Yan Junge walked a few steps quickly with excitement, his eyes were bright and his whole person was alive. The black wolf wanted to retreat, but after seeing his embarrassed appearance, he stood still.

When he walked in front of him, Hei Lang looked at his face steadily and couldn't help but frown, "Why are you injured?"

Yan Junge didn't care about his injuries, he just stared at the person in front of him. He was very sure that the person in front of him was Zhang Yiyan, but he was a little scared. I couldn't help but swallow it and licked my chapped lips, "It's okay, it's a small injury. You...are Yanyan...is it Yanyan?"

The cautious tone made the person in front of him unable to bear to refuse.

His big hand stretched out tremblingly, and when he saw that he didn't move or resist, Yan Junge's heart beat like a drum, and he became bolder. Gently snap the edges of the mask.

For a second, the world seemed to quiet down. The mask was slowly lifted, and Yan Junge's eyes were wide open, dazzling more than the sun. Looking at that familiar and beautiful little face, he couldn't help but blush.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Yiyan's mouth, and he raised his hand to gently caress his face, "Are you crying?"

Yan Junge suddenly hugged the person into his arms, as if he wanted to rub the person into the bones and blood, buried his head in his neck, sniffing the fragrance greedily, his voice was a little muffled, "No, how can I cry? I just, just miss you so much, Yanyan, I miss you so much."

His big hands clasped his slender waist, and their bodies pressed together tightly. Feeling the strong heartbeat, Zhang Yiyan raised the corners of his lips and rubbed the top of his sweaty hair, "I'm here, I've always been here."

Yan Junge was a little aggrieved. He opened his mouth and bit the neck, then licked and kissed it. He did not forget to complain, "No, we have been separated for more than 24 hours. 24 hours, do you know what the concept is! And you appeared in the middle, You haven’t recognized me yet, if I hadn’t found out and come to find you, would you still refuse to see me?”

Feeling the numb and tingling pain in his neck, Zhang Yiyan shrank his shoulders and sighed, "Don't be angry, let me see your face. How did it hurt?" The wound was estimated to be no more than 5 centimeters, like a needle scratch. Not too deep.

Holding his handsome face and looking at it, he said softly, "Does it hurt?"

The captain of a certain team, who was 189cm tall and weighed over 160 kilograms, pouted and said coquettishly, "Kiss her and it won't hurt. Yanyan, kiss her."

Watching his movements, the smile on Zhang Yiyan's lips gradually grew, and even the corners of his eyes and eyebrows could not suppress the smile. He stood on tiptoes and kissed the wound. Golden light flashed, and the wound was healed like a thin line.

The next second, the lips met, and the teeth were pried open. Yan Junge kissed harder than ever before, clasping the back of the head with his big hands, savoring the sweetness of the person in his arms.

The big hands wandered around randomly, rubbing the palms of the clothes through the fabric, and began to tear the annoying belt with some impatience. As their breaths intertwined, the two people's whole bodies burned.