Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

There are two flowers on each table.

The entrance of the City Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which was overcast and rainy.

He Yuanyuan hung up the phone, so anxious that smoke started to come out of his throat, and looked at Uncle Da helplessly: "The search team is still working hard, and there is no news of Brother Shang at present."

Uncle Da's lips twitched a few times, not knowing what to say, he stepped back a few steps and sat down on the chair, nodded slightly: "Got it."

The heart rate fluctuated from fast to slow, Uncle Da honestly took out the quick-acting heart-rescuing pill and swallowed it.

Noticing that Uncle Da's face turned pale after being overly frightened, He Yuanyuan turned around to comfort him: "Don't worry, Uncle Da, Shao Shao is with that freak, and he should die auspiciously."

Uncle Da waved his hand, indicating that he was breathing smoothly, so don't worry.

Uncle Da's waist is no longer young and strong. He wanted to follow Wu into the mountains, but was forcibly stopped. After the entourage made a promise, he could only let go of his heart and wait in the hospital with Xiao He and the others. information.

"Master Xiaoshang has been loved since he was a child. He is smart and well-behaved. He doesn't cause much trouble. He learns things very quickly. He is always the first in everything. ... Ever since he met the two hundred and five, he has been in bad luck. Misfortune never stopped. '

'When I return home safely this time, I must drive away the two hundred and five. Uncle Da sat in the emergency room, silently clenching his fists and swearing.

It has been four hours since the accident, and all kinds of people waiting for news are still sticking to the hospital gate and refusing to leave.

A small car whose face could not be seen clearly, its tires screeching strangely and making a screeching sound, barely stopped outside the door of the emergency room, and two dusty people jumped out of the car.

After accepting the additional car wash fee with a smile, the owner of the car rolled up the glass, played a trick of spinning in place, threw down countless mud ideas, and left gracefully.

The revolving door was pushed open, bringing in an earthy smell that can only be found in the mountains.

He Yuanyuan was yawning boredly. When he saw the figure brought in by the cold air, his eyes widened. Before everyone could react, he ran over quickly and grabbed one of them: "You, you, Lin Yuqi, didn't you die?!"

Lin Yuqi glanced around the scene from the corner of his eye, but he didn't find his company's manager. He felt a little upset, and when he lowered his head, he saw the leader of the entertainment industry---Xiao He was catching himself incoherently, with an excited expression on his face. Look, the original dissatisfaction disappeared immediately.

Lifting the hem of his clothes, his chin tilted up, and he made a pose that he thought was cool. Lin Yuqi lowered his voice and pretended to be deep: "I'm still alive, thank you for your concern."

Ji Jiacheng beside him stopped and glanced, "Brother Lin, do we still want to go in?"

"Ah, ah, you are alive too! Come with me!" He Yuanyuan spoke incoherently, impatiently, grabbed one with each hand, and dragged it towards the corner.

Lin Yuqi stretched out Erkang's hand, shook it half-covered, and refused: "Sister He, Sister He, calm down, what are you doing?"

Despite He Yuanyuan's small stature and strong hands, he dragged the two of them to Uncle Da with all his might, and urged, "Tell me quickly, is it still safe?"

Uncle Da relied on the quick-acting Jiuxin Pill until now, when he suddenly saw the person on the missing list suddenly appearing in front of him, he forgot the doctor's order, stood up and held Lin Yuqi's hand, shaking up and down: "You see my young master No, is my young master okay?"

Lin Yuqi was shaken like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, how could he speak.

Ji Jiacheng hastily stopped Uncle Da, "Master, please don't worry, Mr. Shang is with you, and the photographer brother has been following them. The three of them should be safe."

Uncle Da clasped his palms together and kept chanting: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, thank you Xianzun for your mercy."

At first, Lin Yuqi was caught off guard in front of the old man, shaking shamelessly. Now seeing the old man praying silently, he couldn't help feeling a little envious in his heart. He couldn't say what he wanted to blame.

When He Yuanyuan heard that the other three missing persons were also alive, she perked up and made a few phone calls quietly. After that, she put away the phone and winked with her assistant.

The little assistant understood and stepped forward to signal the survivor to follow her.

Lin and Ji heaved a sigh of relief, checked their bodies first, and then reunited with the main force. The following interviews, interviews, and a series of activities are indispensable.

The hospital became lively because of the infusion of fresh news.

From a night that could turn into an accident, to a wilderness, survival version.

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Cong Youyan, who had just stepped out of the tunnel, pulled Shang Heyin, and followed the muddy photographer, who was in a panic, and was about to go down the mountain.

It just so happened that the mountain wind was picking up, blowing Cong Youyan's shirt and hunting. When he looked back, the elongated corners of those dark eyes were shining brightly in the dark jungle.

It looked a bit like a wild beast, and the photographer silently sketched in his mind the scene of the robber leading his brothers and sisters to escape from the devil's lair.

The wind is roaring, the horses are screaming, the Yellow River is roaring behind, the thief takes out his treasured steamed buns and hands them over: eat, we can go on our way after eating...

I can't wait to find a familiar screenwriter now and write a 40 script, which is a tailor-made one, which is specially designed to capture the daily life of fear of thieves.

Looking at those black eyes again, they were staring at him like burning flames.Only then did the photographer brother realize that he had come up with such absurd ideas.Shaking his head hastily, he tried his best to shake off these thoughts.

From Yuyan's five senses, when he realized that something was wrong with the photographer, he turned his head and looked around. Seeing the other person's eyes flickering and avoiding, he shook his head and stomped on his own.

Cong Youyan smiled gloatingly, and he quietly leaned down and whispered to Shang Heyin: "Let me tell you, this photographer has an unruly heart for me. But don't worry, Yin'er, I have firm willpower, don't worry about it." Will have a change of heart."

The idiot started talking nonsense again.Shang Heyin hastily coughed a few times, trying to cover it up.

The photographer who followed behind him had heard it clearly, raised the machine angrily, and slapped Cong Youyan's face fiercely.

Youyan's dark pupils suddenly turned into vertical stripes, like a haunting ghost, hiding the ferocity and excitement of a beast.

This... is clearly a monster from Silent Hill!The photographer's breath was suffocated, and his fingers almost slipped in fright.

In the darkness, only the three of them breathed lightly or moderately, more like a preset scene in a horror movie.

From Youyan's ear, he suddenly hugged Shang Heyin, picked up the photographer's collar with the other hand, flew up a tall tree, placed his wife on the branch, and the photographer casually threw it on the tree trunk .

He pulled down the leaves to cover his wife's figure, and said in a low voice, "Xiao Fat said, someone drove the ligers here. I'll meet them."

Shang Heyin was anxious, and hurriedly grabbed Cong Youyan: "Then you hide for a while too."

From Yu Yan's dark eyes, there was sincere joy: "Yin'er, you finally care about me?"

The overlapping darkness concealed Shang Heyin's face, and his voice became softer: "It's too dangerous, don't go down, we can squeeze."

Cong Youyan's heart was trembling, and he held his daughter-in-law's hand: "Don't worry, the master always said that the evil does not suppress the good, and a few bugs and ants are not in my eyes~ I will go back as soon as I go."

On the trunk of the tree next door, the photographer who just lay down, flattened his mouth, and looked disgusted: I went... I was forced to eat a mouthful of dog food... No, I have to continue shooting. As long as these pictures are edited, take Going back is a bonus, ah bonus.

Suddenly, Cong Youyan's auricle moved, and the tip of the ear was tense.

The cameraman hurriedly adjusted his position, and zoomed in for a close-up.

Under the infrared light, I saw Yuyan's pale face turned away, a pair of green pupils gleamed with coldness, and looked towards the ground with a halo.

These are clearly non-human eyes, filled with the ferocity and excitement of a beast.

The photographer silently swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and carefully swept the camera along the line of sight from Youyan to the ground.

From far to near, there was a rustling sound on the wet grass.

A pair of fat claws appeared in the camera, and the sharp claws carried mud and trampled on the wormwood.

A white-fronted tiger with eye-catching eyes walked slowly and unhurriedly in the front, followed by a lion with a golden brown mane, walked under the pine tree, raised its hind legs, and took a dip.

The two marked beasts sniffed each other under the tree, sneezed in satisfaction, flicked their tails, and dug around on the ground, as if searching for prey that slipped through the net.

Really Beast?The photographer brother beat a small drum in his heart, and his calves began to feel weak again. He leaned his body tightly against the tree trunk, and his eyes drifted to Cong Youyan involuntarily.

A long whistle came from farther away.

A tiger and a lion opened their mouths wide, shook their heads, and stopped.

The boy on the opposite side leaned on the tree trunk, rolled his eyes, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips: "It's good to come!"

The whistler appeared under the tree soon. He was wearing a black hoodie and could not see his facial features clearly. He walked up to the lion and tiger before putting away his flute, squatting down, and combing his pet's hair.

The lions and tigers squinted their eyes and lay down on the ground in enjoyment. After a while, the sound of urging to beg for food came one after another.

The man smiled, took out a few pieces of dried meat from his backpack, put them in his palm, and said softly, "Eat it, you must be hungry after walking all day."

The photographer saw through the lens that those neatly cut dried meat seemed to have tibia and soft membranes, and the bones were huge, not like small captive animals, and his heart became more and more disturbed.

At this moment, Cong Youyan suddenly said: "Hey, friend. You are traveling with two big cats, and you live in the open air, will it be too hard?"

The man in the hoodie tightened his whole body, rolled behind the lion and tiger, and then looked out from between his beloved pet's hair, his eyes were wary, and directly bumped into Cong Youyan's smiling eyes.

Cong Youyan supported the trunk with one hand, turned over and jumped off the tall tree with ease.

Under the moonlight, Cong Youyan approached slowly with the feeling of a mountain ghost and a fox fairy, but in the natural world, not all beautiful things can be approached.

The man in the hood didn't talk at all, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but say that raising his hand was a money dart.

Cong Youyan laughed, his face was slightly crooked, he let go of the hidden weapon, his hands flew up, and smoke as thin as a cicada's wings popped out, he said with a smile: "It's not rude to come and go!"

The smoke spread silently in the air, and Cong Youyan giggled, his green vertical pupils swaying behind the fog with a bone-chilling chill.