Mo Chengfeng did arrange everything, the crew of "Wrong Day" was so tight that mosquitoes couldn't fly in, and the entire filming base was also under close surveillance. In such an environment, the crew members didn't dare to speak loudly, and no matter how rude they were, they became a little quieter, for fear of causing trouble. It's not a good atmosphere, but it's more of a way to focus on your work.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is the most focused one, when she is filming, she never distracts from the outside world, not to mention that she likes this quiet and quiet atmosphere, everyone works silently, filming, you have to be serious.

Although she was not hit by the lamp and was not injured, when Zhang Xiaoqiang and the "three wolves" were fighting, they still bumped into each other, and there was a little inconvenience in her movements, so her director cleverly arranged it to give her enough time to rest. And Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was rested, was in a full state of mind, and when he entered the play, he was able to switch to a seriously injured and dying appearance freely. And this paragraph mainly highlights Yuan Yi's tenacity, unwillingness to succumb to fate, and striving to survive.

This is a rare positive image of Yuan Yi, although this person is always cheap and loves to flirt with his sister on weekdays, but at the critical moment, he is very responsible, which makes people shine. And this period of survival experience also laid the groundwork for him to disobey the arrangement of fate later, and to fight with the sky and the earth, because he was a person who did not obey the arrangement of fate. But now he is far from the domineering leakage he later on, he is just struggling to support himself.

"Ahem......" Yuan Yi, who was in rags, was lying on the ground, his lips were chapped, boring and unspeakable, his hair was messy, covering his face, his hands were full of black mud, and his body was also full of stains.

"No, I can't die......" Yuan Yi was confused, it was too uncomfortable to live, it was so tormenting, it was better to die happily, but when he died, he had no hope at all, Shizun was still waiting for him outside, if he gave up on himself, what should Shizun do? Yuan Yi bit the tip of his tongue, and used this severe pain to remind himself, don't give up hope of living, don't give up on yourself, if nothing else, just for Shizun, he must also persevere.

Yuan Yi took a deep breath, turned over with difficulty, and crawled towards the entrance of the cave little by little, there were weeds or something at the entrance of the cave, and it was reluctant to use them to satisfy hunger. Yuan Yi struggled a little bit, moved his body a little bit, but the distance of ten meters was stunned to take half his life, and finally after climbing to the entrance of the cave, he didn't even have the strength to peel off the blades of grass, so he had to open his mouth to bite it, chewing the blades of grass little by little, and the teething child ate faster than him. Yuan Yi ate the blades of grass with difficulty, but he wanted to vomit, it was too bitter, the taste of the grass was so bitter that he wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to vomit it.

Resisting the urge to regurgitate his stomach, Yuan Yi finished eating the weeds, perhaps because of the psychological effect, after there was something in his stomach, he felt more comfortable, but he was too lazy to move, lay on the ground, and fell asleep. Yuan was also woken up by the raindrops that slapped on his face, when he just woke up, he didn't react to what was going on, after reacting, his eyes widened instantly, he struggled to probe, turned over directly, opened his mouth wide to catch the rain, and drank the rain greedily, eager to soak himself in the rain. God knows how long he hadn't drunk water, and he thought he was going to be human.

Yuan Yi drank the rain greedily, drank and drank, but cried, tears mixed with rain, and he couldn't see whether the traces on his face were tears or rain. When Yuan Yi cried, it seemed that the sky was crying for him, the lightning was thundering, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, almost smashing holes on the ground. Yuan Yi was tired of crying, but he clenched his fists, there was unwillingness and resentment in his eyes, but more of a fighting spirit, he would live, no matter what, he would live.

In this way, relying on the rain and grass roots, Yuan Yi struggled in the cave for three days, but on the fourth day, there was an accident, and a thunderbolt struck down, which happened to hit the peak where Yuan Yi was, and directly down from the peak, splitting the entire mountain in half. Yuan was also in the cave, narrowly avoiding the fate of being split in half, but because the cave was in the center of the whole mountain, when the mountain was split in half, the cave was also split.

Yuan Yi, who had no side to rely on, desperately wanted to squeeze in, but another thunderbolt struck down, not as powerful as just now, but it shook the whole mountain, and in such a violent shaking, Yuan Yi fell out of the cave and fell to the bottom of the mountain. Falling down at such a high distance, Yuan Yizhuan could fall into pieces, but he undeservedly crashed into a big tree, and then hit several big trees in a row, and was relieved by their branches to fall. But the taste of hitting the tree was not pleasant, Yuan Yi fainted directly after the collision, and rolled all the way down the mountain.

When Yuan Yi woke up, the whole person was stunned, he only felt as if his body had been repeatedly bombarded by the nine heavenly thunders, and none of them were painless, his bones seemed to be broken, and his soul was even more like it had been torn apart. Looking at the already clear sky above, Yuan Yi smiled bitterly, this time he didn't even have the strength to move, how could he survive? If there was a beast or something, he would just eat him, and there would be no scum left in him.

But Xu is the previous two thunders were too powerful, and the beasts in the mountains were all frightened, or died, no matter how heavy the bloody aura Yuan Yi exuded, they didn't have the interest to come out and walk around. Yuan Yi was given a chance to breathe, and after lying on the ground and regaining some strength, Yuan Yi turned over with difficulty, trying to crawl and find something to eat. But when he turned over, he found a particularly good-looking grass in front of him.

"Wow, grass is also beautiful and ugly?" Yuan Yi looked at this grass, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a little beauty, if someone saw his dead virtue, I was afraid that they could give him a punch, who made him always so badly beaten?

Yuan Yi shook his head and swallowed his saliva, the good-looking grass should be particularly delicious, right? Yuan Yi opened his mouth and bit the blade of grass, but found that the taste was comparable to the bitter juice boiled by 10,000 catties of yellow lotus, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die.

Yuan Yi wanted to spit out the blade of grass in his mouth, but found that it seemed to come to life and burrowed into his stomach.

"......" Yuan Yi was stunned, what kind of rhythm is this? Unknown things, strange development rhythms, things that are not under control, when put together, they become a source of fear. Yuan Yi didn't have time to fear what this "grass" that drilled into his body was, and he was invaded by unspeakable pain, he only felt like he was being placed in a raging fire, constantly being devoured by the flames, turning into slag little by little, but his damn consciousness was clear, and he could deeply feel the process of being burned into slag, but in this way, he didn't die.

"Ah......" Yuan Yi rarely shouted pain, that is, he was thrown into the quenching pool that was enough to strip his soul from his soul, and he didn't shout half a point, but this time, he shouted, it was too painful. There is no language in the world that can describe the pain he has suffered, and there are no words that can express his feelings at this moment, and if there is, it must be coarse words that cannot be described, after all, he has no other thoughts than swearing. But he soon learned that being able to shout out was actually an indescribable happiness.

He couldn't scream, and the severe pain invaded every nerve in his body, and even his breath hurt so badly, where did he still have the strength to scream? It turned out that the pain was so terrible that he lost his voice, and it turned out that pain was only "more", not "most". I don't know how to describe my mood at this moment, alas,!

When Yuan Yi was in severe pain, he actually regained some strength, and the whole person curled up, like a boiled shrimp, tears flowed out unconsciously, blurring his vision, and finally, he was so tormented that he hit his head on a tree and fainted. But even if he fainted, the unspeakable pain was still tormenting him, making him frown even in a coma, and his body always maintained a "cooked shrimp" posture, which was extremely funny. But looking at the scratches on the ground, I'm afraid that no one who has no heart and lungs won't be able to laugh, and he will only feel terrible.

I don't know how long it took for this torture to end, and Yuan Yi also fell into a coma completely.

Day by day, when the master was about to forget Yuan Yi, he woke up, and the moment he opened his eyes, the compelling light was enough to hit people's hearts and make people tremble. But in the blink of an eye, Yuan Yi was still the swinger with light eyebrows, and when he got up, he stretched his waist very enchantingly, so that when he saw his master, it must be another slap. When he woke up this time, Yuan Yi's situation was completely different, I saw him stand up easily, and flexibly made a trick for himself, and instantly became a dry and refreshing young man, and his clothes were restored.

In the blink of an eye, Yuan Yi became a gentleman in white again, his appearance was even more delicate than before, and he couldn't help blushing when he looked at it. Yuan Yi stretched out his hand, looked at it incredulously for a while, and suddenly laughed, laughed and laughed, and rolled on the spot, and then, it was like a madman. Singing in the trees, dancing in the water, cursing on the edge of the mud, and glancing in front of the flowers, if anyone saw him, he would have thought he had lost his mind. It's not that he's crazy, but he's crazy with joy, just because he has resumed his cultivation, and his cultivation has skyrocketed.

It turned out that the grass he ate had an extraordinary origin, not a weed, but a spiritual grass, which could replace a person's bones, reshape his body, and shape this person into a perfect person from the inside out, from top to bottom.