The big guy's little baby is too sweet

However, at this moment, he saw a figure flash past.

Si Yunyou shook his head and saw a row of messy footprints left behind the ravine. Obviously, he had been peeping here for a long time. If ordinary villagers saw it, they would probably be scared to death and wish to leave quickly.

Si Yunyou couldn't help being suspicious that there were still people peeping all the time.

But he didn't try to scare the snake away, he just gave his subordinates a wink to let him follow.

The boy who was peeking behind the ravine just now quietly returned to the tribe without knowing the situation.

While his mother was out ordering people to eat, he quickly filled a big bowl of hot rice, picked up some of each dish, put it in a basket and covered it.

Finally, he took out a pack of herbs from the haystack beside him and threw it in.

This behavior has been going on for more than ten days, and no one has noticed his small movements, including his shrewd mother.

After finishing all this, he sat back on the table, filled everyone's meals, and divided the dishes and pancakes.

And it just so happened that people from the family came in to eat one after another, talking and laughing.

The boy's father was amazed how he returned so early after going up the mountain to pick mushrooms.

"It's been raining for the past few days and the road is difficult to walk, so I'll come back first." The boy didn't dare to hide it, and he was perfunctory while eating.

Unexpectedly, his father didn't ask any more questions, and went out after eating in a hurry.

The boy couldn't wait for it, so he took a few mouthfuls of food in a hurry, and then asked his younger brother to clean up the dishes. He carried the basket and said that while it was still early, he would go and pick some herbs, and then went out.

Go directly to the higher and denser deep forest on the other side.

There is a cave in the mountain, he found it when he was collecting medicinal herbs and fruits, and he often came here to rest, no one knew about it.

When he left, he covered the entrance of the hole with straw vines, and now he opened it easily and got in.

Walking inside, I saw a big rock with a man lying on it.

The clothes on his body have been changed by him, and he is wearing old clothes he stole from his father, but unfortunately this man is too tall, even his father's clothes can only cover his body in front.

Even if his uncanny and handsome face was in a coma, with a strange blushing, it still couldn't change the pampered dignity exuding from his bones.

It was as if the banished immortal in the sky was enough to make everyone fall in love at first sight, even flocking to him at all costs.

He had personally seen his eyes as deep as the dark sea. When the Dragon King shot him, he hid in the place where he hid today and watched the whole process quietly.

Facing such a dark muzzle, he just sneered, without even saying a word, just staring at each of them like that, as if going to hell would not make them feel better.

Even the cruel Dragon King seemed to be shocked.

"Don't regret it." He curled his lips coldly, and the last sentence he spoke was also the only sentence.

Death was completely ignored.

Under the cool moonlight, his finely crafted handsome face exudes a charming brilliance, which is breathtaking.

It was also at that moment that his young boy's heart was deeply attracted.

There was no way to calm down again.

However, he couldn't and didn't dare to rush out to save him, and watched him being shot and buried in the ground.

I can only wait for them to leave before digging, hoping that he can persist.

Or, he felt that such a man should not die like this, at least he should be decent.

So, frantically, he ran out, picked up the shovel and dug.

When he saw the corner of his clothes, he quickly threw away the shovel and scraped the mud off his face with his hands.

It's a pity that he passed out, he couldn't even breathe, and the blood from the wound kept bleeding.

It can basically be said to be dead.

However, his body was still warm, the boy was not reconciled, and remembered the rescue methods he had seen on TV, he put him on the ground, started CPR, and patted his handsome face while pressing, "Hey, wake up Awake……"

He had done this kind of movement thousands of times, he was out of breath, his hands could no longer exert any strength, and he still didn't move.

The boy suddenly despaired. Seeing such a beautiful face, he felt sad like never before.

"I'm sorry, I can't save you, but I will find you a good place to bury you. When your family or brothers come to find you, I will return your bones to them." The boy said while crying.

He found a cart from the village.

But who knew, when he was struggling to drag him into the car, he accidentally touched the chest that he had pressed countless times just now.

There seems to be a slight beating...

At first he thought it was his own illusion, but when he pressed it again, he realized it was real, and even his breathing recovered, although it was very weak.

The boy couldn't believe such a miracle, and hastily brought a bowl of warm water over to feed him.

Only then hastily pushed down the mountain.

Fearing that others would find out, he hid him in a cave, and went to get herbal medicine to bandage his wound, although it was not as advanced as modern medicine.

But relying on the experience they have accumulated here, the bleeding can still be barely stopped. Although the bullets cannot be picked out, there is no danger of excessive blood loss and death for the time being.

Fortunately, he didn't hurt his vitals. I don't know if he knew how to dodge.

By the time all this was done, it was already dawn.

He just remembered that the hole hadn't been filled yet. If the Dragon King's people found out, they would definitely suspect their villagers, and all he had done would be in vain.

Thinking of this, he hurried back and filled the hole back intact.

After that, he came to take care of him by gathering herbs and fruits every day, feeding him medicine and some soup and water. Although he didn't wake up, his physical condition was obviously gradually recovering.

Also in the process, he liked him more and more, especially when he saw that gentle face like jade, his heart pounded wildly, and he often forgot the time because of this.

It's just that one day, he suddenly muttered to himself by someone's name, "Chenchen..."

At first, the boy thought he was awake and was very excited, but when he walked over, he realized that he was talking in his sleep, and the name was whispered on his thin lips, full of tenderness and longing that did not match his own temperament.

He seemed to have seen the boy named Chenchen in his dream, even the brows were full of warmth and smile.

Such a person who is not even afraid of death can have such tender moments.

The boy felt very uncomfortable, and it was the first time he tried the taste of jealousy.

He hated the person he had never met face to face, but occupied his body and mind and dreams.

And thus came the terrible idea that he would keep him and never let him leave this place again, so that no one could take him away.

Therefore, the first step is to make everyone think that he is dead, including the Dragon King and the "Chen Chen" in his mouth, even if they come to find the body, they cannot tell the difference.

So he made a careful plan, first took off his clothes, and then found a corpse that had just died and was about the same size and color as him, and buried it back.

Fortunately, there is a criminal group here, and dead people are common. He found one in the place where they often dumped corpses, dragged it back bravely, put on his clothes, and buried it back.

Moreover, it happened to be raining, and the newly dug soil was drenched by the rain, and even those who came frequently did not notice it.

After a few days, the boy was completely relieved. Because of the hot weather, the corpses would decompose quickly, and it would be difficult to distinguish them at that time, and he was not worried that someone would come to dig them up.

During this period, the wound on Tan Fujun's body became inflamed, and he gradually developed a high fever, which led to him being unconscious all the time.

He had to travel a long distance to buy medicine, and every time he brought it with his meals, and fed him together.

At the same time, he went to the witch doctor in the village and asked for Wangyoucao.

Sure enough, within a few days, he never heard his dreamy voice, and the fever gradually subsided.

The boy was so happy that he thought the matter was over, so he stayed by his side peacefully, expecting him to wake up soon.

Unexpectedly, after so many days of fear, what was supposed to come still came.

He saw the person named "Chenchen" with his own eyes, no, it should be said that he was a young and handsome boy, many times more handsome than him.

"Such a woman is not worthy of you at all." The boy put down the basket and reached out to touch his forehead. His body temperature had dropped and the wound had healed. It seemed that he would wake up soon.

But seeing that handsome and deep face even though he lost a lot of weight, he was still worried, so he continued to build a fire and boiled another medicine for him.

However, when he was concentrating on boiling the medicine, suddenly a cold porcelain plate lay across his neck, the air around him suddenly dropped, and a cold murderous aura surrounded him in an instant, "Who are you?"

A man's hoarse voice sounded behind him.

The boy froze, turned his head in surprise, and ignored the weapon in his hand, "Are you awake?"

Tan Tijun frowned, looking at the cut wound on his neck and the boiled medicine pot on the ground, although his deep black eyes were still cold, he involuntarily withdrew his hand, "Who are you?"

In this boy, he did not feel hostility, only the joy on his face could not be concealed.

"Oh, my name is Roy, you were injured, I saved you." The boy saw his dark eyes, although he was a little scared, but more obsessed.

"Injured?" Tan Fujun lowered his head, looked at the gauze wrapped around his leg, his eyes flashed with confusion, it seemed that he was indeed injured, and he seemed to have walked through the gate of hell.

But why can't I remember the specific details?

"Yes, the gunshot wound. I found you when I was picking fruit on the mountain, so I put you in this cave." Seeing his doubts, it was obvious that his medicine had worked, and his memory should start to fade. Blurred, the boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.