When the magic stick has a big star boyfriend

He woke up halfway through the car, and was immediately tied up by his good friends.

Before he could react, he smelled the bloody smell in his mouth, with a fishy smell, and he opened his mouth and snarled without saying a word.

Except for Li Ziyu who was driving, the expressions of several people present changed.

It may be that the stomach was too full, and Sun Yangyun didn't have much time to brew it, so he vomited a lot.

Bai Lu: "Hey——"

Huang Li: "..."

Xu Ran: "yue"

Yang Indigo: "Ugh—"

Li Ziyu: "Damn! What are you doing? This is! Don't spit in the car!"

With a kick, Bai Lu kicked a basin towards him.

Not only did they go crazy, but the protagonist of the incident was almost scared to death.

So much raw meat and weird things spit out from his mouth, just looking at it makes you want to vomit even more!

Without saying a word, Yang Dian got up and opened the car windows, and opened all the windows, including the sunroof, back and forth.

It's just that the strong smell still can't come out.

"Okay, let's not talk about anything else, let's wash the car first after sending them to the hospital." Li Ziyu howled.

When the person was sent to the hospital, it was already completely dark.

Although Sun Yangyun vomited almost everything in his stomach, he still did gastric lavage.

After explaining the situation, I took some medicine.

After a toss, the person visibly wilted to the naked eye.

It was only when the six people got together again that Sun Yangyun knew exactly what happened.

Seeing the wounds on Huang Li and Xu Ran's arms, he kept apologizing. He really didn't know what happened. One second they were still grilling skewers, and the next they got into the car.

It is a lie to say that he is not afraid, but it means that he may be possessed by a ghost.

Encountering such a supernatural event, I'm afraid I won't forget it for a year or so.

"Don't worry, the man said that you are fine, just rest more." Li Ziyu patted him on the shoulder.

Xu Ran was also comforting at the side.

"Li Ziyu is right. See if I met him before, and now I'm fine, still alive and kicking." Bai Lu said.

The best way to comfort a person is to empathize with him.

Bai Lu didn't quite know how Sun Yangyun felt at that time, but he did have the right to speak.

This was the half month when he first mentioned his coma, and he immediately diverted everyone's attention.

"Speaking of this, Luer, what is your situation? Did you really encounter that kind of thing?"

Bai Lu shook his head and smiled wryly: "I don't really know, but there's a high probability."

The successive incidents have planted a lot of shadow seeds in the hearts of these people, at least in the future they will no longer regard some incidents as jokes.

There are indeed certain existences in this world that they cannot touch.

Sun Yangyun's gastric lavage needs to be observed in the hospital for two to three days, while Huang Li and Xu Ran only need to come regularly to change their dressings.

Several people kept talking until the nurse came to chase them away.

Back in the car again, everyone wanted to block their noses.

The already unpleasant smell becomes more pungent after several hours of fermentation.

Fortunately, the temperature is much lower than the hot summer, otherwise I really don't know what to do.

There was no other way, they pinched their noses and went to the car wash, where they waited for a long time before coming out.

It's getting late, today we will go back to our respective homes, and Li Ziyu will come over tomorrow morning, and then they will go back to the mountain to clean up the tent cooking utensils and the garbage they made.

He helped Huang Li to sit on the sofa in the posture of helping a handicapped person.

Bai Lu ran to the kitchen and quickly made two bowls of plain boiled noodles.

That method, in addition to sandwiching eggs, can be said to be simpler than cooking instant noodles.

He brought out two full bowls, carefully placed them beside the table, pinched his earlobes, and then ran back to get a bag of pickled mustard and put them in a small plate.

"Eat, I'm starving to death after all this tossing."

Huang Li lowered his head and glanced at the noodles, which were not very attractive, and probably even less tasty.

He raised his arm, "How about we order a takeaway?"

Huang Li happened to hurt his right arm, and Bai Lu was cooking noodles.

Bai Lu slapped his forehead, making a mistake.

Even so, he still refused, "Takeaway is not healthy."

"I just want to order a bowl of porridge."

"Some porridge is also unclean." Most porridge shops will put some things in it to increase the stickiness, which will destroy the nutritional content if it is not poisonous.

Huang Li: "...I have a glass stomach?"

Bai Lu put down his chopsticks, "It's not the same thing."

For Huang Li's injury, he felt a little guilty. Thinking of the scene at that time and Huang Li's bloody arm, he got up from his seat and ran to the kitchen to get a plate.

Pick up the noodles from the opposite bowl and put them on the plate, lower your head and use a spoon to shovel them into several sections.

Then, with a twist of the spoon, two pieces of pickled mustard were placed on top, and handed to Huang Li's mouth.

"eat."

Huang Li: "..."

When you eat it, the taste is indescribable. The ordinary boiled noodles are tasteless, and there are two small pickles on the back.

Just barely.

Ignoring the fact that Huang Li had a movable arm, Bai Lu ate a mouthful and fed it to the person opposite him. The movement was natural, and he didn't find anything strange at all.

He was so happy, Huang Li didn't remind him, and concentrated on making a cooking machine.

After eating, Bai Lu pulled Huang Li up and forced him to sit by the sofa.

He stuffed a pillow behind his back, turned on the TV, and stuffed the remote control into his hand.

"Find what you like to watch, and call me if you need anything."

Huang Li was stunned: "...OK."

Seeing Bai Lu enter the kitchen with the bowl in hand, Huang Li leaned back and lowered his head in thought, it seemed to be a good feeling.

Just thinking of Bai Lu's level of cooking in the next few days, he sighed again, for every gain is bound to be a loss.

Bai Lu's energy has come up, and it won't go away easily.

With the "little servant" busy around, Huang Li commanded him with peace of mind.

at night before bed.

"White Road—"

"coming."

Huang Li pushed the toothbrush forward, "Squeeze the toothpaste."

"okay."

while sleeping.

Huang Li pushed open the door of Bailu's room and squeezed in: "I'll sleep in your room for the next two days, or else it's hard to turn over alone at night. Your bed is so big, so I probably don't mind."

"I don't mind, I don't mind, please sit down, don't hurt your butt." Bai Lu patted the bedside twice, and quickly gave up the seat, "The temperature of the air conditioner is satisfactory, do you want some water?"

Huang Li sat down naturally, "I'm quite satisfied, go to sleep."

"okay."

When they were young, they said that they slept in the same bed, but Bai Lu had no memory of it, but now it was indeed the first time in several years.

In addition to estimating Huang Li's arm, he didn't sleep well all night.

When he woke up the next morning, he found that he was pressing Huang Li's half of his arm, but he was shocked. Fortunately, it was the left arm that was pressed.

I don't know if he bled a lot before, but after sleeping, Huang Li's face looked paler than yesterday.

After changing his clothes, he tiptoed out of the room with his mobile phone, and Bai Lu lowered his head to search for something to replenish his blood.