Even if you are kidnapped, you have to fall in love!

I walked through the rainforest with the Vietnamese team for three days.

During this period, because there was no medicine and even a lack of tools to stop the bleeding, the wound on my abdomen deteriorated rapidly. In the end, I almost held my breath and did not fall down.

The destination is an ancient tomb, the almost open entrance is covered by banana leaves, like a cellar.Those Vietnamese moved the oil bottle out of the bamboo basket, and I found that his hands and feet had been firmly tied up with ropes, the tattered clothes he was wearing were gone, and his body was naked and covered in mud.

I guess he must have tried to resist again in the middle of the fight, and he became so embarrassed.

The Vietnamese hung the oil bottle from the entrance of the ancient tomb, and only one person remained behind.I leaned against the tree trunk, exhaled, narrowed my eyes to adjust my dizzy vision, and quietly touched behind the man under the cover of the bushes, and raised the sharpened branch in my hand——

A bundle of detonators and a pistol were found from the downed guy. I shook my unusually heavy head, coughed a few times, and loaded the pistol.

The rest of the journey went smoothly.

Below the entrance is the tomb passage, with stone steps all the way down.I walked for nearly 10 minutes before I saw the tomb. When I approached, there was a very strong rancid smell. The Vietnamese team surrounded a square well with a washbasin in the center of the tomb. Someone held a flashlight and shone inside.

Poker bottle was lying on the side. He was originally on his side, but as if he had sensed something, he suddenly turned his head and met my eyes firmly.I think my current image must not be much better, probably looking more miserable than him, but I still tried to give him a smile during this silent exchange.

The Vietnamese grabbed the oil bottle and pushed him to the well.

I unwrapped the bundle of detonators, leaving one and throwing the others far away.Poker bottle looked at me, his eyes changed, showing a little anxiety rarely, he said a few words to me silently, and then fell into the well.

He said, I'm fine, you go.

I guess that most of his sanity should have recovered, maybe he was waiting for the effect of the medicine to wear off, so he didn't break free from the rope immediately.

But I don't want to wait.It will be safer only if the situation is in your own hands.

The detonator was thrown into the air ahead, and I raised my gun.

boom.

--boom!

The heat wave of the explosion rushed towards us, and the Vietnamese scattered in the flames, roaring in horror.I ignored them and ran straight to Fangjing.This series of movements used up all my strength, but in the process of falling, I felt extremely at ease.

Sure enough, before landing, an arm reached out to catch me from behind, pulled him into his arms, and hugged me tightly.

The hug only lasted for a moment, Poker Ping put me down quickly, leaned over to cover my mouth, and whispered: "Don't move, don't make a sound." He squeezed my hand hard to express comfort, and then Back away quietly.

Lying on the narrow coffin lid, I felt that he was thinking too much. In my current situation, the difficulty of moving was no less than that of running with a [-]-jin barbell, and nothing happened at all.There were continuous fighting sounds in the darkness, and I couldn't see anything. I tried to breathe as lightly as possible while clutching the wound I suffered a second time, and my consciousness began to blur.

I don't remember clearly what happened afterwards.

In a dazed state, Poker-Face seemed to say a lot by accident.He talked about his experience of being released into the wild when he was a child, about sending the ashes of his friends to Medog, about the three days of silence in Jila Temple, and about the sky burial for his mother.

He said, Wu Xie, don't sleep.

I feel as though I have seen these images, seen it through the eyes of others, from the snake's venom.Then I really wanted to complain about his storytelling ability-he said one by one with one tragedy, it sounded like he was trying to persuade me to die quickly instead of stimulating my will to live.At the same time I feel very sad.

But it didn't work.

I fell into absolute silence in pain.

I see cliffs.

A small white snowfield stretches silently at the foot of the cliff, drowning all traces of living things.The snow was falling so heavily that it was almost impossible to see the figure of the young man mechanically digging the snow layer with his bare hands.

Someone on the side tried to stop him, but he was thrown out almost immediately.

Poker-Face lowered his head, and from the fixed perspective, his expression was hidden in the lonely white sky.

I watched in silence as he dug out the already frozen body, and gently covered the hideous scar on his neck with his hands.He maintained this movement and stared blankly for a long time. I looked carefully, only to find the water splashed drop by drop on the back of his hand.Then, as if feeling some kind of irresistible pain, he curled up and bent down, resting his forehead on the back of that hand, his lips moved slightly.

He obviously didn't make a sound, but I heard that sentence penetrated through the entire 15 years [Note], and it rang clearly in my ears——

He said, Wu Xie, take me home.

Waking up from the dream, I gasped, and instantly felt the burning pain all over my body. When the hand that was loosely placed on my palm moved, it immediately increased its strength.

There was a dazzle of sunlight in the slightly opened eyes, but it was quickly blocked by the shadow that came up.The cool body temperature of Pokerfase soaked through the skin around my eyes, giving it a little warmth.

I shook his hand back, and suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "What deal did you make with Ultimate?"

Poker-face paused for a moment, then said after a moment of silence: "...time sharing."

His eyes have adapted to the light, he moved his hands away, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me seriously, with a rare expression of deep fatigue on his face.

"The Zhang family is considered long-lived if they live over 150 years old," he said, and the content seemed wrong. "Wu Xie, I may only have about 40 years to live. On average, you can only live another 20 years. "

I oh, looked at the guilty expression of "it's all my fault" on his face, thought about it, and said to him solemnly: "Come here."

Porky Bottle leaned over hesitantly.

The wounds on his body have been treated once, and his hair has also been trimmed. When he got close, there was a very faint fragrance of grass and trees.It is the special shower gel of the small Yao village in Banai, mixed with many herbs, and it smells very comfortable.

When I kissed him, I finally couldn't help laughing, and while shaking my shoulders, I bit Pokerfinger's soft lips and tongue as chaotically as the first time.He seemed more patient and gentle this time than last time, and we exchanged a long kiss as we looked at each other, our foreheads touching, our gestures warm and intimate.

There was a crisp sound of porcelain shattering in the silence. I looked up and saw my third uncle frozen at the door in astonishment, and the medicinal juice was spilled all over the floor under his feet.

Note: Calculated from 2000 to 2015.

It seems that many friends say they don’t understand it... 【sosadQAQ】

So let me explain.

It can be seen from Xiao Wu's dream that he actually died after falling off the cliff in the sand sea, but Lao Zhang who came out of the Bronze Gate couldn't accept it, so he made a deal with Ultimate, splitting his lifespan between the two.

Therefore, this story is not a simple prequel, but a rebirth article.

The two of them met only after they lost their memory, but they retained a vague impression, otherwise, according to Lao Zhang's vigilance, how could they casually get together with others~

Xiao Wu agrees.

He will feel that "compared with the fact that I suddenly bent, I actually care more about the development of the plot that seems to press the seven-fold fast-forward button..."

It is because of the separation of instinctive closeness and consciousness.

Because Lao Zhang was reborn on his own, he remembered faster, and he was awake when he arrived at the cemetery. [So facing Xiao Wu who came to take risks with injuries all over his body, he would feel "rarely anxious", because he lost it once and couldn't afford to be hurt...]

And Xiao Wu recovered his memory in an unconscious state that almost died.

In fact, the reason for the rebirth would be more reasonable to open a chapter from the perspective of Lao Zhang, but I am afraid that the writing will collapse, and if this is the case, it will inevitably take the path of tragedy, which is inconsistent with the intention of sprinkling sugar.

So it ended up being what you see.

Not too bad... huh? QQ