Dizzy!

How did I walk back again.

The sad Yan Songsong not only did not beg for a pair of wings that could fly, but was lost.

Hearing the sound of a nearby waterfall, Yan Songsong just wanted to stomp his feet and pound the ground.

She had never had a sense of direction, and by this time it was already dark, and she had walked for nearly half an hour, and she had not yet walked out of here.

When I came, there was a watch to give instructions, but after completing the task, the watch returned to its original state.

System, can you not cheat me?

Just as Yan Songsong was looking for the road ahead, he tripped over something under his feet.

"I'll you!"

Yan Songsong fell again and gnawed on the mud.

However, this time she was lucky not to gnaw the mud, but her hand touched a person's arm.

There is still temperature on the body.

Yan Songsong's frightened soul was gone.

"Ahhh

However, Yan Songsong ran a long way away, and she didn't hear the movement behind her, so she stopped again.

"Wouldn't it be that unlucky bastard, lost, and then here with the sky as the cover and the earth as the bed!" Yan Songsong thought in his heart. This will be her going to use a super flashlight, which has a low light, a strong light, and a super strong light.

Super bright light is the powerful light that can directly obliterate the pane. Low light can be used as normal lighting, but it is much brighter than the light of a regular flashlight.

The green uniform, the wound on the shoulder, the man's eyes closed.

Hey, it's familiar!

It's Leng Zhuo.

"I didn't mean to come back. Yan Songsong thought of this person's momentum, and felt that his confidence was obviously insufficient.

"Haha, you go back to sleep! Yan Songsong snorted in his mouth, and was ready to slap his ass and leave.

But there was still no sound behind him.

Yan Songsong hit Leng Zhuo twice in the face with a flashlight, but he didn't react.

Wrong!

Yan Songsong thought of the knife in his front shoulder, the deep wound that was pierced, it didn't cause inflammation.

She was bold enough to turn Leng Zhuo over, but there was no reaction. I saw that Leng Zhuo's eyes were closed, his face was flushed, his breathing was not intense, and his lips were still a little black.

Ah, isn't he poisoned?

Although Yan Songsong has no medical knowledge, the blackening of her lips is a sign of poisoning, and she knows that it is all played out on TV.

Could it be the knife?

Thinking of those black-clothed men who were cruel and bent on killing him, Yan Songsong couldn't help but look at the man in front of him.

This will Leng Zhuo not have the slightest fierce aura.

The faint moonlight hit his handsome face, his closed eyelids were covered with long eyelashes, and his beautiful thin lips were tightly pursed, which made him look a little quiet and beautiful man.

It turned out that he was not bad-looking, but unfortunately he was too fierce.

This will be Yan Songsong is really glad that they dissolved the relationship, and now they are just passers-by. Otherwise, she would be cold to death by him.

"Hmph, aren't you very powerful, come on, hurt each other!"

Yan Songsong roared twice in his mouth, and pushed the person in front of him twice, but there was really no response.

Then she sighed, glanced at the man, and then slowly took out the small bottle in her hand.

I wonder if this really works?

Yan Songsong took out the spray music, pulled Leng Zhuo's clothes apart slightly, and sprayed it at the wound several times.

Her eyes widened when she was done.

I saw that the hideous wound that was originally the length of a finger was healing at a speed visible to the eyes.

Seeing the magical effect of the squirting music, Yan Songsong's mouth almost didn't open into an O-shape.

Fortunately, she had adapted to the perversion of the system, so after she took the squirting back, she clumsily began to help Leng Zhuo bandage her wounds.

"There shouldn't be any danger to his life now!" Yan Songsong wanted to leave after helping him wrap his wounds, but he was afraid that he would encounter any more danger. So she issued herself a good person card, and with great effort, dragged Leng Zhuo to a clean stone and sat against a big tree.

Yan Songsong was sitting on the grass a few steps away from him, and at first she would occasionally look at him a few times, afraid that he would fall or something, but she didn't expect him to sit as firmly as a clock.

So he slowly took a nap.

On a summer night, the two of them were still in the mountains and forests, and the uncomfortable feeling can be imagined. The point is that after the previous toss, both of them sweated a lot, so flies and mosquitoes, smelling the smell, began to patronize them.

Seeing the mosquitoes that couldn't be driven away, the corners of Yan Songsong's mouth pulled slightly, revealing an expression that was more ugly than crying. Xindao: Forget it, anyway, she is a good person to the end. Besides, he was injured today because he was protecting her.

So Yan Songsong made a temporary artificial pu fan to help Leng Zhuo chase away mosquitoes.

It wasn't until the day was about to dawn that Yan Songsong's eyelids were fighting, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he squinted slightly for a while. I don't know how many times she has been stared at by mosquitoes, but Leng Zhuo has nothing to do with it.

In the end, she was really sleepy, so she directly held her head with her hands, and she didn't care about it.

However, she was still woken up by a mosquito that was not afraid of death, and there was a "pop", and the sound was called a crisp.

And Yan Songsong patted the mosquito's head, which was a shot and a quasi.

Yan Songsong lifted her eyelids, gritted her teeth and took down the mosquito corpse left on her white wrist.

glanced over there, and saw that Leng Zhuo's side face was particularly good-looking. "He should be fine!" Yan Songsong muttered to himself, making sure that he hadn't woken up yet, before he dared to get up and touch Leng Zhuo's forehead.

It was no longer hot, and she pulled down his wound again, and it was all healed.

Hey, Yan Songsong stood up, stretched a big lazy waist, and prepared to leave.

I didn't want to make a sound one after another, so it came this way.

"Colonel!"

"Battalion commander!"

"Where are you?"

.....

Yan Songsong, who was far away, heard such a shout.

Colonel, battalion commander, didn't you come to him?

It's also oh, Leng Zhuo is the protagonist of their Minguang today, he didn't go back last night, he must have found it.

Yan Songsong glanced at Leng Zhuo, whose expression became serene, presumably after he left, they would be able to find him in a while.

So she left quietly, but Yan Songsong had just walked not far when she saw two figures in front of her, rushing towards this side.

She immediately dodged behind a large tree to see what was going on.

I saw a man and a woman, the man was tall and dressed in casual clothes. The woman was wearing a military uniform, and she looked like a TV star. Both of them were very good looking, so Yan Songsong, who was hiding behind the big tree, glanced at the two of them more.

"It's Brother Zhuo!" The woman's voice carried a hint of surprise and some urgency, and she stretched out her hand and pointed at Leng Zhuo's side.

"Quick, let's go over and have a look!" the man apparently also saw Leng Zhuo leaning against the tree.

Great, they actually knew each other, so it didn't matter to her.

It was dawn, and the route on the mountain was relatively clear, Yan Songsong bypassed the gang and returned to school without much effort.