The Fourth Quadrant of Online Games

At first, Pu Yiyang trusted Xiang Hong quite a bit.After all, it seems that Xiao Xiang is not the first time walking here, so it will not be difficult to find a way out.

More than an hour later, this trust became an ice cube under the sun, which was getting smaller and smaller, and slowly turned into cold sweat dripping on Pu Yiyang's forehead.

"Well, Mr. Xiang, you shouldn't be." He thought about it, but still couldn't pick out a word that was less likely to hurt Xianghong's self-esteem, "Have you lost your way?"

Xiang Hong threw Pu Yiyang away angrily: "What, get lost? I will get lost? Which eye of yours saw me get lost? I'm just... oh..."

In a moment of excitement, he forgot that his leg was still injured, and halfway through speaking, he turned to one side again.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Pu Yiyang stepped forward and continued to act as a human crutch to support Xiang Hong.

Forced to have a clearer understanding of his identity as a wounded person, Xiang Hong's aura was half-stretched, and he didn't push Pu Yiyang away. .”

Pu Yiyang's cold sweat became more severe. I didn't remember it for the time being. What's the difference between not knowing the way at all?

This guy, just now walked with arrogance and arrogance, as if he wanted to be like the emperor visiting his own imperial garden, he dared to walk blindly based on his feeling.

It really is self-esteem covered from head to toe, armed with almost steel and concrete, even this face can't be wiped away.

He looked at the sky and felt that he would not be able to get out of this forest before dark, and he couldn't help feeling tense again.

The forest after dark, compared to this meeting, is probably more difficult than a level higher dungeon.

That can only bite the bullet.

He supported Xiang Hong, turned his head, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Xiang, if we want to get out alive, we must cooperate."

Xiang Hong snorted and made no objection.

Pu Yiyang had a subtle feeling of taking over the command, supported Xiang Hong, and began to find a place to stay in the woods.

Fortunately, they managed to find a good place before the sky really darkened.It was a thick fir tree, and the branches grew very low, the lowest point was about one meter, and it was close to the trunk of another tree, creating a small space.

Pu Yiyang walked around the two trees in satisfaction, picked up some branches on the ground, and gestured.

Xiang Hong leaned against a tree to rest: "Why are you smirking?"

Pu Yiyang smiled: "We are going to build a house."

It's not easy to start from scratch, the two of them went into battle with zero equipment, and they didn't even have the tools to cut a tree branch.Pu Yiyang picked up a well-shaped stone, and patiently ground it for a long time. Then he tore a piece of cloth from his T-shirt and twisted it into a knot. He tied the stone to a branch to make a simple axe.

Xiang Hong leaned against the tree and watched him busy: "What the hell is this?"

Pu Yiyang swung the axe: "Weapon."

He excitedly found a branch that didn't look that thick, and chopped it down with an axe in front of Xiang Hong.

With a bang, the branch didn't move at all, and the stone broke into two pieces.

Xiang Hong let out a merciless laugh.

"For equipment, there is always a chance of missing." Pu Yiyang laughed cheekily, lowered his head, and continued to look for stones.

There was a sudden whistling wind on the back of his head, he had a premonition, and quickly jumped aside.

A stone no bigger than a hand brushed his ear and flew forward, cutting into the tree trunk a meter away from him.

The stone was a bit different in color and texture from the one he was looking for just now, it was a thin piece, half of which was submerged in the tree trunk.He stepped forward and pulled it out with his hands, but he didn't pull it out the first time.

"It still works." Xiang Hong spoke three to four meters behind Pu Yiyang.There were three or four other stones in his hand, which he was throwing back and forth with his left and right hands, as if to test whether they were strong enough.

It took a little effort for Pu Yiyang to pull out the stone. Seeing the cold light like a blade, and the cedar tree whose bark was curled to reveal its white heart, he touched the back of his head with lingering fear.

If Xiang Hong's hand trembled for a while and he missed it by a few inches, it would have to be his head that would be opened.

It wasn't the first time that he was playing body darts with him, and I don't know if this guy was too conceited, or he was just trying to trick him.

Pu Yiyang faintly saw the evil light flashing in the man's eyes, and was determined to ignore this small provocation, neither panicking nor expressing his dissatisfaction directly, but walked up to Xiang Hong with the stone .

"Mr. Xiang," he said with a smile, "let me borrow something."

Xiang Hong: "Borrow what?"

Pu Yiyang pointed to his clothes with a sleeve torn off: "It's not enough."

Xiang Hong is facing the enemy: "Don't even think about it."

Pu Yiyang lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and said confidently: "If Mr. Xiang refuses to help, I will run naked on the spot. If Mr. Xiang's eyes are dirty, then I will feel very sorry."

Xiang Hong: "..."

Pu Yiyang looked at Xiang Hong reluctantly unbuttoning his jacket, inexplicably had the illusion that he was flirting with a woman from a good family, he was so happy, but he was a little embarrassed, his eyes began to drift for some reason.

"Take it." Xiang Hong was very fast, with a stab, he tore off both sleeves and threw them to Pu Yiyang.

Pu Yiyang pinched the two pieces of snow-white cloth with some body temperature, and the uncomfortable feeling still persisted.On the other hand, Xiang Hong's ripping off his shirt gave him a sense of art, which would show his arms openly, and there was nothing awkward about it.

His revenge seemed to be reported to himself.

Pu Yiyang quickly drank to the distraction that came from nowhere, lowered his head and quickly tied the fabric and the half of the sleeve he tore off from himself, and remade an axe.

The updated version is much better than the original version.

To spend the night in this forest, in addition to a shelter, there must be a fire.There were two of them, and for the sake of efficiency, he was responsible for building the nest, while Xiang Hong went to chop firewood.

Building a house is not difficult, and simple is even more difficult. Pu Yiyang has to constantly look for branches of the right shape and size, layer by layer, and build them around the original branches and trunks bit by bit.

This is really similar to building a house, the difference is that he does not have cement and bricks, and cannot build a decent wall. He can only build a simple shack with a layer of branches and layers of leaves and soil.

This life is not only boring, but also requires unparalleled concentration and super computing power, otherwise, if you make a mistake, all previous efforts will be wasted.Pu Yiyang never tires of it, he collects the materials he can use little by little like ants moving house, relying on precise calculations, he really builds the shack decently in one go.

When the sun was almost set, the outline of the "house" was also built.

Pu Yiyang patted the soil with one hand, then turned to look at the other side.

The two of them were doing their own things, and when they concentrated, he forgot that there was another person.He thought that the man would find it troublesome after working for a while, but when he found Xiang Hong, he was a little surprised.

The man was still wielding the broken axe, chopping branches seriously.

When Pu Yiyang handed the ax to Xiang Hong, all he wanted was to light a fire at night.

But now, Pu Yiyang looked at the branches piled up like a hill at Xianghong's feet, feeling helpless and funny.

So much firewood, enough for them to burn for a week, right?

This guy actually chopped a handful of firewood so devotedly, he completely forgot that his leg was still injured, and he swung his ax meticulously until now.

Probably because he thought it was too hot to work, Xiang Hong tied up his hair and tied his coat around his waist. He was wearing that homemade sleeveless shirt. His exposed arms were well muscled. Although his skin was fair, he didn't look pampered and delicate at all. gas.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Xiang, who usually looks high above him, is not ambiguous when he does rough work.

Pu Yiyang was stunned looking at this figure from the back, for some reason, a little bit of deja vu flashed in his heart.

Xiang Hong noticed his approach, turned around, swung the ax in his hand, and said, "Why, is it enough?"

Pu Yiyang quickly said, "Enough is enough."

With the firewood, the rest is the problem of fire.

Pu Yiyang rummaged through the pile of firewood that Xiang Hong had cut, picked out two wooden sticks, one thick and one thin, first dug a hole in the middle of the thick one, and then sharpened the thin one with an axe. Yes, compare, just enough to fit into that hole.

He sat on the ground, clamped the thicker piece of wood with his feet, pulled an extra strand from the tattered cloth strip that bound the handle of the axe, and tied a knot at one end of the thin piece of wood. Each hand grasped one end of the cloth strip tightly, and then pulled the cloth strip left and right alternately, and quickly picked up the piece of wood.

The most primitive way to make fire by drilling wood.

Xiang Hong watched him rubbing vigorously, picked up two pieces of wood, made gestures, and prepared to draw a ladle according to the gourd.

It's just that he can't grasp the strength well, every time the wooden sticks touch, either the thin ones are broken, or the thick ones are cracked.

Mr. Xiang stared at the pile of wooden wreckage at his feet, then looked at Pu Yiyang, feeling sullen.

"This wood is not good." He threw the wooden stick in his hand heavily, "It has been raining for the past two days, how can we rub the fire?"

He was right, in the evening, the fog in the woods was getting thicker and thicker, and the surroundings were already dark before the sun had completely set.

Pu Yiyang noticed that every time it gets darker, Xiang Hong's irritability will increase, as if some emotion that he has been suppressing with all his strength is about to break free from his body.

"It's okay, I'll come, Mr. Xiang, take a break," he grinned like a dog's leg, "It just takes a long time, and it will always catch fire."

As soon as he finished speaking, sparks flew from the junction of the two pieces of wood in his hand.

Xiang Hong didn't want to sit down at all, but when he saw the Mars, his expression was a bit complicated, he didn't know if he was relieved, or he was competing with some words in Pu Yiyang's mouth.He stood stiffly for a while, then said, "Then I'll go find something to eat," and limped into the woods with a broken ax in hand.

Pu Yiyang really wanted to call Xiang Hong to stop. After all, this man had a leg injury and had a history of getting lost, but he opened his mouth and swallowed the words.

He recognized Xiang Hong's expression.Last time in the FREE conference room, he used someone like him to provoke Xiang Hong, and then he saw the same expression on Mr. Xiang's face.

The cold snort of peaceful fashion and the high-ranking contempt are all different.

This man is so proud that he is unwilling to be second in everything.Pu Yiyang had to chop wood desperately to build a house, but now Pu Yiyang got into a fire, he couldn't, it was as if he was short again, and he insisted on finding some food to prove that he didn't lose.

It is really rare to be so competitive.

This kind of careful thinking belongs to the competition between oneself and oneself. Others will not be able to dispel it, but will only add fuel to the fire. Pu Yiyang had no choice but to let him go, and continue to concentrate on drilling the wood in his hand.

If you want to say such a person, besides Mr. Xiao Xiang, who else is left?

In the game, as soon as you meet him, you have to compete with him, and you have to fight against the strange Tyrian in the whole server with the glass crystal.

Thinking of shooting you, Pu Yiyang smiled again.

Three days will pass in a blink of an eye, if he can't get out of the woods tomorrow or catch the plane, he will miss the appointment.Would the Tyrians be angry if they found out that he wasn't online?

If you are angry, at worst, you will be beaten again.

Pu Yiyang found that he was getting older and older. Whether it was facing Xianghong or shooting you with a single shot, there was a tendency that a dead pig would not be afraid of boiling water. When soldiers come to block you, and water comes to cover you, there are always a hundred rogue tricks There's nothing they can do about him.

Probably also, slowly figured out their tempers, and knew that they didn't really want their own heads.

Pu Yiyang realized that he was also quite vile. Once he was confident, he fell in love with the taste of plucking beards from a tiger's mouth. He always wanted to do it, and provoke that big boss with claws and claws.

It's like what the old cat always said about him. He obviously cherishes his life more than anyone else, but he always likes to challenge some difficult things and refuses to leave a way out for himself.

Perhaps, it was this way of dying again and again, brushing past death countless times, that he could find some taste of being alive.

Pu Yiyang's thoughts revolved around Xiaoxiang Zong and the Tyre people. After a long while, two pieces of cloth were pinched in his hand broke, and the skin on his fingertips was worn out. The sparks are only reluctant to stay longer, and a little bit gathers together and becomes a cluster of small flames.

When seeing the fire jumping up from the tip of the wood, Pu Yiyang couldn't help but jumped up too. He really experienced the happiness of the first human being who successfully made a fire, and this happiness was caused by It was made by himself, which is not comparable to other achievements. He laughed happily a few times, subconsciously turned his head to share with another person, but he turned his gaze 360 ​​degrees, but he couldn't find Xiang Hong.

This has never come back?

Pu Yiyang shivered immediately.He has been drilling wood for a long time, and it is almost dark now.How far did Xiang Hong run?Could something really happen?