Yan Murong patted his stomach, and regardless of the dust on the ground, he directly held his head and lay down.

It's so comfortable to eat. Yan Murong sighed.

This kind of picnic in the deep mountains and old forests is very familiar to Yan Murong, but when he followed the old man before, he didn't have meat to eat at all, and sometimes he could only pick some wild vegetables to cook and eat.

As for the question of the pot, Yan Murong still can't understand why every time the old man takes him out, the black pot that is not too big is carried by himself.

"I've eaten and drunk enough, now I should tell me why you're coming along, right?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen, who was sitting on the side, and asked. "Don't say you're here to save people - I believe it, but that's just one of the reasons, right?"

"I'm here to save people." Zhao Chen said in defense. "Don't you think of everyone so badly, okay?"

"I didn't think about anything else." Yan Murong spread his hands and said innocently. "I just want to know why you can't beat it away."

"For no other reason." Zhao Chen didn't want to entangle with Yan Murong on this topic, so after saying a word, he stood up and went directly into the single tent set up by Yan Murong.

"Hey, that's mine." Yan Murong hurriedly shouted. "Where am I sleeping when you go in?"

"Where do you want to sleep, it's so big outside that you can't sleep on you?" Zhao Chen's slightly tired voice came from the tent. "I warn you, don't sneak in."

"Sss Yan Murong didn't care about any warning or not, he directly opened the zipper of the tent and got in, and then lay straight next to Zhao Chen.

"You rascal, you." Zhao Chen immediately sat up, looked at Yan Murong with anger on his face and shouted. "I said I wouldn't let you in."

"You're justified." Yan Murong said depressedly. "You ate my stuff, and now you want to occupy my tent? - Give you two choices, first, lie down and sleep honestly, I won't touch you. Second, go out and take a nap by the fire. ”

"You-" Zhao Chen bared his teeth and glared at Yan Murong for a long time, and finally compromised, and carefully lay down on his side, trying not to contact Yan Murong - let her go out by herself? She didn't dare.

Yan Murong was really a little tired, and after lying down for a while, there was a slight breathing sound in his nose, while Zhao Chen was thinking about things, and he was careful to watch out for Yan Murong, afraid that he was pretending to be asleep, and he would behave badly towards himself when he fell asleep.

Gradually, Zhao Chen felt that his eyelids began to fight, and then, the unstoppable sleepiness occupied his entire brain-

Sleeping soundly, Yan Murong felt that his arm was being hugged, slapped twice in a daze, turned around and just wanted to change his position to continue sleeping, he felt that his body was pulled back again.

"Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night?" Yan Murong was dazed and said without opening his eyes. "And warn me, don't harass me yet."

"Yan Murong. You wake up. Zhao Chen spoke softly while pushing Yan Murong, but his tone was full of panic and fear, and even his voice trembled a little.

"What's wrong?" Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"Listen, what is this sound?" Zhao Chen grabbed Yan Murong's arm, leaned over to his side and said.

"What sound?" Yan Murong listened sideways for a while before he said helplessly. "Eldest sister, what are you making trouble in the middle of the night—what sound can you have, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves."

"No, certainly not." Zhao Chen said in horror. "I have a feeling that animals are approaching us."

"How do you feel?" Yan Murong pushed Zhao Chen's arm away and said funny. "If I think your crow's beak is reliable, as for your intuition? Forget it. ”

"You believe me, really, my instincts are accurate." Zhao Chen didn't care about Yan Murong's squeeze, and grabbed Yan Murong's arm again and said. "Listen, listen carefully."

"Okay, okay, I can't listen." Yan Murong sat up helplessly, pricked up his ears and listened, and when he heard this, the smile on his face disappeared suddenly.

"Damn, I really got you right with a crow's mouth." Yan Murong complained in a low voice.

"What's that?" Zhao Chen asked in horror, and his body trembled.

She thought she wouldn't be afraid, but when it was only at this time, she realized that she was not as bold as she thought.

"What else, wolf." Yan Murong said in a low voice. "This kind of footstep sound, except for wolves are dogs, there can't be dogs in the mountains."

"Maybe whose dog ran into the mountains and got lost?" Zhao Chen comforted himself and said.

"No kidding." Yan Murong smiled dumbly. "It's possible - but have you ever seen a group of lost dogs?"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Chen asked suspiciously.

"Meaning, it's not a dog out there, it's a wolf -- and there's more than one."

"So—what then?" Hearing Yan Murong say that it was a group of wolves coming outside, Zhao Chen trembled even more, holding Yan Murong's arm tightly and refusing to let go. At this time, I don't care if a man or a woman gives or doesn't kiss.

Feeling the softness on his arm, Yan Murong suddenly panicked, and the little Murong under his crotch also reacted a little, Yan Murong couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he, a young man who had just taken off his virgin hat, really couldn't stand the ** confusion.

"Alright, let me go, I'll go out and have a look." Yan Murong settled down, and after throwing those messy thoughts out of his head, he pushed Zhao Chen away and said. "You just stay inside and don't come out, I'll go out and see, there's that powder outside, they don't dare to approach."

After speaking, Yan Murong got out of the tent.

As he said, it was a wolf and not a dog outside. Looking at the dozen pairs of green, ghost-like light in the woods, I knew that this was a pack of wolves coming out to feed.

After casually glancing at it, after discovering that the wolves had been wandering in the woods and did not dare to approach, Yan Murong did not worry too much, and turned around to get into the tent again, but at this moment, a sharp wolf howl pierced the quiet night sky.

"Damn, what's it called, I'm going to beat you again." Yan Murong muttered, and just as he wanted to bend down and get into the tent, he suddenly stopped-he found that this group of wolves actually surrounded the tent little by little, but finally stopped at the edge where Yan Murong sprinkled the medicinal powder.

Looking at the dozen or so wild wolves with fangs and greedy eyes shining in them, Yan Murong suddenly had a bad premonition - this group of flat-haired beasts was actually going to attack him.