Nirvana of Tomb Raiders

Far away from populated places, the night wind blows, the temporary tent was fortunately strong enough to not be blown away, Fang Qiong shared a tent with a sick young man, and Fang Qiong, who was not used to sleeping with others, suffered from insomnia.

He thinks of Feng Zongzi's embrace, warm in winter and cool in summer, very comfortable, and the voice is nice, but you don't talk much, your arms can be used as pillows when you sleep, and your arms can be used as pillows when you are awake. In short, there are many uses.

Without Feng Qing by his side, Fang Qiong rolled around in the tent but couldn't fall asleep. Wen Shao, who was sleeping next to him, turned over and opened his eyes to see Fang Qiong who looked like he had lice on his body.

"Do you want to sleep or not? If you don't want to sleep, you can go out and watch the night." The tone was completely non-negotiable.

In line with the principle that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, Fang Qiong no longer rolled, but put his hands behind his head and stared at the roof of the tent. After half a day of driving, he also fell asleep not long after.

Early the next morning, Fang Qiong was woken up by the sick young man. Fang Qiong wanted to kick him, but he withered when he thought that the other party was his kidnapping target. He had recently learned to be lazy, and it was not until the last hour He doesn't want to get up at all, Feng Qing will pamper him, he is the king in the villa, and because he is a child, adults will pamper him, so he can live so freely.

"It's so cold." Fang Qiong walked behind the tent and shrunk her neck. This is not the south. There are no tall trees in the plains to protect the forest from the wind, only the harsh wind blowing on her face.

Fang Qiong, who was always an otaku in the past, has never seen such a large plain. It is vast, green as velvet, and smells like the earth. There are no soft hills like rice balls. It is endless and has a vast field of vision. , but Fang Qiong felt that endless fear was spreading, and the black smoke of death was slowly approaching them.

After hastily eating breakfast, Fang Qiong was thrown into an off-road vehicle by a sick young man, and the vehicle galloping on the plain charged like a wild horse, leaving deep tire marks.

Ever since Fang Qiong was stared at in the car and had no chance to call the police, Fang Qiong had given up the idea of ​​escaping. The sky was filled with white clouds, as attractive as a cute bun.

There are locals leading the way in front, and the vehicles behind are not strenuous to run. The three off-road vehicles have sufficient horsepower and low fuel consumption, and soon entered the range they need to "investigate". Fang Qiong, who was sitting in the car, continued to catch up on sleep. Li has cursed the sick man and the old man more than ten times.

At noon, when the sun was shining, everyone got out of the car. The journey was nearly five hours. Before they reached their destination, someone called and told the old man that there were three cars parked in front of him. The old man frowned and turned to discuss with the sick man.

"I haven't heard that someone else will show up recently. The Liu family has already gone down once last time. They didn't gather the team so quickly and set off." The old man said.

The sick young man was still expressionless, he looked out the window with his chin in his hand, his expression was still very romantic.

The sick young man turned the skull in his hand. After he closed his eyes, he turned the skull faster. The two egg-sized skeletons collided with each other, followed by a few wisps of blue smoke, and the skull opened its mouth. Breathing out, the green smoke became thicker, and the sick young man opened his eyes and said, "It's not the Liu family, nor the He family."

Then, he leaned back on the seat, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "As for the archaeological team, there are a lot of green grasses and hard-skinned old cows."

"Looks like I'm really lucky this time, Young Master Wen. After this job is done, I won't have to go to the fields for two years."

Fang Qiong woke up a long time ago. Seeing the sick young man who could do weird spells, his heart beat up and down. The skeleton in his hand had an ugly and disgusting smile as if he had given life to him, and he could breathe out, which was unbelievable. Believe it, and they said that the archaeological team is in front of them. Listening to their conversation, it seems that they want to take down the archaeological team too?

These people really do all kinds of evil, but these have nothing to do with him, how to find a way to get away from them safely is the business.

The old man used the phone to contact the front and told them to take a detour and continue on. Fang Qiong looked desperately at the group of people who were fading away. He always felt that there were people he knew there, but unfortunately they were fading away. When the archaeological teams would not meet, the car in front stopped, then turned around and rushed towards the group of black spots.

The old man, the sick young man, and Fang Qiong's car followed slowly. The two cars in front were fast, and the people inside were on standby at any time. I don't know what the old man said. Surrounded by a dozen resting people, the guns in their hands were deadly real guns. When Fang Qiong and his car drove past, the sick old man and young man got out of the car slowly.

Thinking that Fang Qiong couldn't escape, the big man guarding the side didn't stop him.

The excited and angry college student had the drive to fight to the death with Wen's family, but the other students held him tightly, and the guns pointed at them were murderous guns, so if they rushed forward desperately, they were looking for death.

"Haha, do you remember me? Professor Pan, your students are still so youthful and energetic, it makes people's blood boil."

Professor Pan turned his head to look at the old man walking towards him, and said with a stiff expression, "It's you, Sun Quantian."

"It's really lucky to meet acquaintances. Do you want to go with us? Presumably you are going in the same direction as us, with the same purpose." As soon as Sun Quantian finished speaking, his subordinates snatched the map from the group of archaeologists. Sun Quantian took a look, "Hey, you are more prepared than us, so let's borrow your map first."

Professor Pan, with anger written on his face, widened his eyes and cursed, "You shameless villain!"

"No, no, how could I be a villain? I borrowed it from Professor Pan in a fair and honest manner." Sun Quantian laughed and patted Professor Pan on the shoulder. Professor Pan will definitely give him a punch.

Professor Pan, who wanted to scold but couldn't, was trembling with anger, and Sun Quantian added: "Our bullets don't blink, please, Professor Pan, bring your students and go with us."

The other students who were pointed at by guns formed a group, and they looked at Professor Pan with embarrassment. As one of the professors of the archaeological team, he had no choice but to say, "Students, let's get in the car." .”

The other two professors didn't argue too much. When they encountered these tomb robbers who were more robbers than robbers, they had to be eaten to death, and they could only keep up with them. After checking the items, the inexperienced students got into the car tremblingly in the face of these guns, and the three professors were invited by Sun Quantian to get into their car. In this way, it was impossible for them to leave halfway.

Professor Pan, who was also a hostage with Fang Qiong, was invited into their master car. After seeing Fang Qiong, Professor Pan continued to widen his eyes in surprise. When he didn't know whether Fang Qiong was a hostage, he stared and smiled. by Sun Quantian.

"Professor Pan, I didn't do anything illegal. You don't have to look at me like this. As long as you help us this time, you will naturally let you go. Of course, if your students are disobedient and act recklessly, then I will also let you go." There is no other way."

"There's nothing you can't do. When I meet you, I just think it's my own bad luck, hum."

"Don't be so angry. You are almost fifty years old, and you haven't hugged your grandson yet. If you are not careful, it will be difficult."

"You..." Professor Pan was so angry that he turned his head out of the window.

Sitting in the back seat were Professor Pan, Fang Qiong, and the sick young man. In fact, on the Wen family's side, it was the sick young man who really talked about the matter. Sun Quantian was just a worker for the Wen family. The disdain, this is really unpopular, too treacherous, wicked.

Dare they know each other, and there is still a certain number of years, Fang Qiong innocently looked left and right, pretending to be innocent and cute, but Wen Shao didn't pay attention to Fang Qiong's shining eyes at all, after getting along these few days, he didn't I believe that Fang Qiong is innocent and cute. This kid is so shrewd that he even knows to call the flight attendant to call the police. Fortunately, Uncle Sun responded quickly, otherwise this kid would have already run away. In short, they fought Fang Qiong a lot during the day and night on the train, and they finally caught him in the bathroom.

The atmosphere in the car was very stiff.

The sick young man didn't need to discuss things with Sun Quantian. Fang Qiong couldn't just sleep next to the two people next to the strong man when he got into another car. He was not as cute as the strong man.

"Grandpa, are you a university professor?" Fang Qiong poked Professor Pan's arm, blinking his big eyes. Now he has learned to act like a baby, especially when he is facing Fengqing. image.

People don't change, only being beaten, Fang Qiong now understands the truth of this, and he is also trying to change his life and personality.

It is said that Professor Pan is not curious that Fang Qiong's existence must be fake. He does not understand how Sun Quantian would bring a child by his side. Since a bully like him would not let a child go, he felt sad, so he saw Fang Qiong shining brightly. Her eyes, her fair face, and her heart softened instantly, and she took out the chewing gum given by the student from her pocket.

"Yes, I'm a professor in the history department. I have sugar here. I don't like it when I'm old. Here it is."

Fang Qiong took a look, snacks, he doesn't like sugar, but chewing gum can still be eaten, and blowing bubbles is also good.

"Thank you Grandpa, you are so kind. I want to be your student when I grow up, and I want to go to college as a college student."

The soft-hearted Professor Pan was elated when he heard it. The dark resentment just now disappeared without a trace when Fang Qiong put the chewing gum in his mouth and blew bubbles.

"I'll be almost 60 years old when you become a college student." Professor Pan smiled kindly.

With a kind smile like a master, Fang Qiong also smiled at people, saying that she is as cute as she is.

"You still want to be a college student, do you know that?" Hearing the conversation behind him, Sun Quantian turned his head and teased Fang Qiong.

Snapped!

The inflated bubble raged at Sun Quantian, and Sun Quantian was slobbered, Fang Qiong's saliva, and then the mischievous Fang Qiong retreated to the back seat, pretending to be nonchalant and continuing to chew gum.

The sick man said, "Boring."

Then Fang Qiong blew a bubble towards his side face, and with a bang, it exploded.

The sick man raised his fist, and Fang Qiong hugged Professor Pan's arm.

The vehicle drove forward for about an hour, and everyone in the vehicle jumped out. Now that he had made it clear to Professor Pan, Sun Quantian would not let his subordinates raise their guns to force them. Look at the terrain here, the flat grassland, and green patches everywhere , but no flock.

"Professor Pan, Professor Li, Professor Zhong."

A student got off the second car and walked towards the two older professors, but the last sentence was that Professor Zhong was not very old, he looked like he was in his thirties.

The student walked up to Professor Pan and saw Fang Qiong rubbing his head: "Professor, what abducted child you are."

Professor Zhong never took his eyes off Fang Qiong's face, but he was wearing thick black-rimmed glasses, so no one noticed.

"Boy Ye, you can come to my school to be your younger brother after the Qingming Festival, so don't hold back your words." Professor Pan scolded with a smile.

Fang Qiong watched his student Xiaoye blink and blink, then grinned: "Uncle Ye, take good care of me."

"I'm only twenty!" Brat, the person calling Professor Pan is Ye Jiawen who hasn't seen him for a long time.

The so-called too many mistakes, they simply stopped talking, their eyes had already communicated the answer, Sun Quantian had already focused on the small hill five meters away from them.

Suddenly, the hill in front of them was surrounded by a thick fog.

Fang Qiong glanced at his electronic watch. It was [-]:[-] in the afternoon. Is something going to happen?

His heart was beating faster than usual, was his heart going to rebel, watching the thick fog gradually surround them, so everyone was in darkness.

Fang Qiong's heart began to ache. He covered his left chest and squatted down. The little bun's face turned blue, and his whole body began to feel cold. Suddenly, Fang Qiong was hugged into a familiar chest, and he buried his face in it, frowning and crying. Said: "Chest hurts!"

Putting her cool lips on Fang Qiong's forehead, she said in a low voice, "It won't hurt soon, my dear."

"Am I going to die?" Tears blurred his eyes.

"No, it will be fine in a while." The familiar voice continued to reassure.

"That kid is the key, why didn't you pay close attention to him!" This was Sun Quantian's roar, and they were also in a panic.

However, the pain didn't last for a while. Fang Qiong was still suffering from the pain. Now his whole body was dripping with sweat, and his lips were bleeding from biting. He couldn't see or hear other people's voices, but he was not afraid now. .

"elder brother."

"I'm here."

"cold."

"Hold me tight."

"It's still cold."

Then hug her tightly, and her lips are also close to Fang Qiong's forehead.

Fang Qiong no longer trembled, but he was still in pain, very painful, he was going to die, he was going to die again.