[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

By the time Brother Pig licked him awake again, three hours had passed.

At first, my mind was a little confused and confused, and then my heart suddenly tightened!

I opened my eyes suddenly, and after focusing my gaze, I saw brother Zhu's big watery eyes that seemed to be full of grievances.But at the moment, I don't want to bother with a dog-shaped creature with so many over-the-top emotional expressions.

Without hesitation, I grabbed the hair on the nape of his neck with one hand and flicked it violently, Brother Pig flew out of my sight.

Then a handsome and handsome face appeared in sight, only two fists away from me, so close that I could even hear the soft breathing clearly.

——It turned out that it wasn't a midnight dream, the young master really rescued this guy!

I sincerely applauded myself in my heart and awarded the certificate of award for the promising youth in society. At the same time, I felt the peace of mind and joy brought by the existence of the person in front of me belatedly.

I didn't move, I sneaked my face over to look at Poker Bottle.

He still didn't wake up, his brows were furrowed tightly.I touched his head, and the fever had subsided, but I felt a layer of cold sweat, which made me feel chilly and worried.

He got up and walked around, checked the alarm bell of the Zhang family, and there was no trace of it being touched.I poked my head and looked out of the crack—it was all silver and white, making it impossible to tell the distance.The wind was very strong, and large flakes of snowflakes poured in through the cracks, making the sound of "Roar~~! Roar~~!".

Mobile phones can't get a signal on the mountain.If China Unicom can use all the money spent on promoting and promoting garbage ads to build signal towers, then I can probably connect to Fatty at the time when Qinling is fighting for candles and nine shades, and let him touch that stupid man with the Snake Clan Eighteen. The snake died immediately.

Right now, Pokerfing is out of danger. As soon as I let go of this big burden, I immediately feel a little worried about Fatty.

Over the years, because of my special status as Lord Wu Xiaofo, it's not that I haven't experienced or watched melee sword fights or large-scale fringe area fights.But after all, most of them are suburban encounters or street fighting. After training, I no longer panic, and I think I can handle most emergencies.But something like snow ambush, which I have only watched on TV, is still too high-end and foreign for me.Although he calmed down at that time and successfully ordered his subordinates to form a defensive formation to meet the enemy, but the opponent was numerous and well-equipped, and it seemed that he had come prepared and specifically intercepted the enemy.

The situation was too chaotic at the time of the breakout, except for my direct bodyguard "Tiaozi" (he is a guy I recruited, he has an upright face, he is capable of doing things, from the top to the draw trade to the bottom) He can repair the toilet in my office, and he stands with Tiaozi, who is better than Tiaozi, so he is nicknamed "Tiaozi"), there is no other expert.Even through so many years of life and death, I know in my heart that Fatty has a clear mind and vitality comparable to Big Big Wolf, and I have already left a mark on the bronze door, and stayed in the hot spring for a long time, he should catch up.But the reality is that no matter whether it is him or the hostile forces of all parties, they seem to be quietly swallowed by unknown forces, and there is no movement at all.

To be honest, as my reputation in the Tao has grown and more and more enemies have been wiped out over the years, my status in this whole matter has continued to rise. A certain guiding and hidden power.But now, that feeling seems to have returned, and the unhappiness and resentment in my heart are even stronger than seven years ago.

It seems that we can't wait any longer, we'd better take one step at a time, take Poker Bottle to a safe place first, and then make a long-term plan.

I made up my mind to search for my hiking bag, but regrettably found that only Brother Zhu’s dog food and the scallion-flavored compressed biscuits that Brother Zhu liked were left.At that time, in order to rush on the road, I had sifted through the backpack. Although the mountaineering suit and sleeping bag prepared for Poker Bottle took up the most space, I was not willing to throw it away. After thinking about it, I saved it in my mouth and threw away all the canned meat.It's a pity to think about it now, after all, it is a great supplement to the poor oil bottle that is as miserable as this younger sister.

It seems that I can only fill Poker Bottle with a rich meal after going down the mountain. Looking at his appearance, I know that he has lost a lot of blood. Just order a plate of pork liver for him.I suddenly remembered that before going to Qixing Lu Palace, I seemed to pay attention to him. It seems that I ordered pork liver for him in some restaurant to replenish blood?

Thinking so wildly in my heart, I kept my hands on, broke the compressed biscuits into pieces, mixed some hot spring water and slowly thickened them.I have done a lot of cooking over the years, and this culinary skill is the true biography of Fatty, a gourmet in the world of fighting. After a while, the fragrance of wheat will waft.

I looked at it and felt that the heat was about the same, so I went to toss the Poker Bottle.

It stands to reason that I was tossing pots and pans here, and he should have woken up early with his vigilance, but when I approached, Poker Face still closed his eyes, as if he was in a deep sleep, and I couldn't bear to wake him up.

But people are like iron and rice is steel, and if you don't eat, you will be hungry.

I leaned over and patted him as lightly as possible, unexpectedly his eyes opened suddenly, if I hadn't been specially trained to be calm enough, I would have probably fainted from fright.

Poker-Face's eyes finally stopped being dazed like they were when he just left the bronze door, and his pupils focused on me.

Is this finally sober? !

I suddenly became excited, a kind of joy and expectation sprouted in my heart, and gradually grew until it filled the entire ventricle.

But I waited for Mao for half a minute, the old man still didn't open his mouth, he just looked at my face fixedly, I was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, so I bravely raised my right hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

- There was no reaction, not even blinking, as if he was just in a daze.

I panicked, and I thought it was wrong, Poker Bottle is a bit like NC? !Zhang Haike said that the curse will erode from the most vulnerable place of a person. Could it be that Pokerfinger's unbroken head is his most vulnerable place?Could it be that I was one step too late after all and failed to save him?

I was really not calm now, I suppressed the regret and fear that kept welling up in my heart, poked his face with my fingers, looked at the white pupils of his eyes, felt the pulse and massaged the limbs.

In the end, it was confirmed that Poker Face seemed to be stunned.It is probably a strange state that can partially receive external information and respond instinctively, but the autonomous consciousness is still sleeping.

I don't know which link went wrong, but I panicked all of a sudden.The stuffy oil bottle that brought me peace of mind yesterday suddenly became far away, as if I was on the edge of a cliff and was about to disappear forever, and this disappearance may really mean that even if I continue to pursue it all my life, I will never be able to ask for it again .

Everything becomes unknown.

When I recovered, I realized that the hand holding the bowl was shaking uncontrollably.

But I also understand: the more this is the case, the less you can panic.

I tried to comfort myself: I am the little Buddha of the Wu family, my family has great achievements, I walk with the wind, I deter Changsha, I am invincible.Even if Boyouping is stupid, I can raise him and protect him for the rest of his life.

After reading this silently a few times, it really got better.

I scooped up a bit of runny biscuit batter with a spoon, and handed it to Poker Bottle's mouth.He just stared at me and at the spoon without any movement.

In fact, I never knew I had such good patience.But at the time, I did put the spoon lightly on his thin, pale lips and confront him like a baby with the warmest, kindest smile I could muster.

He didn't move, so I patiently stretched my arms and waited.

It wasn't until my exercised arm felt so sore that he finally opened his mouth slowly, took it in, chewed it slowly, and swallowed it.

He has never been so obedient in my impression, but I just feel my nose sour, and I am a little moved: Even in this state, Pokerfair still trusts me.

It felt so good.Really, really good.

The meal ended in such a wonderful atmosphere. He ate a lot, probably because he was very hungry inside the door.I couldn't eat it, so I barely ate some to maintain my strength and nerve cell vitality. Everything else was cheap. Brother Zhu, who was covering one eye with his left paw, and the other eye was blazing.

What made me gratified was that after the meal, Poker-Face's spirit improved a lot.

I didn't dare to delay, so I tidied up briefly, then stuffed brother Zhu who was stretched out to the side into the mountaineering bag, hung the bag in front of me and tied it tightly.

Then I looked at the Poker Oil Bottle, resisting the evil thoughts that clamored again in my heart.Go over and put him on your back.Poker-Face was quite cooperative, he put his legs around my waist spontaneously and consciously, I was very satisfied, I couldn't help touching his hair with my backhand, and then found that I didn't know why I was so angry with this special brother, Poker-Face. There are more and more petty actions, and I have conducted a deep self-criticism in my heart and expressed insincere rejection of this behavior. ——It feels good in the hand.

By the time the crack appeared, the snow had stopped, and the outside temperature could crack an unprotected nose.

But the two of us stacked together, very warm.

After that, it was a few days of rushing on the road. The scenery on the road was monotonous, but it was considered calm and lacklustre.

The accident occurred at dusk on the day when the snow line was about to fall.

At that time, I had been driving for a day with a 180cm stuffy oil bottle on my back, and I was very tired, a little dizzy, and not sober.

Just as I was preparing to camp and rest, the sense of crisis I had developed over the past two years suddenly sounded alarm bells.

It's a pity that it was too late, before I had time to put the oil bottle down to hide, several figures in dark clothes appeared in front of me, and when I turned around, I found that the escape route was also blocked by several people.

Pork and I were trapped in the snow mountain wasteland.