After a while, Cen Song walked out with trembling legs, holding on to the fence and panting.

Chu Junhan was afraid of being scolded by the old man, so he ran over and helped the old man up, with a look of shame: "Is the teacher better?" ”

Cen Song leaned against the wall, covered his stomach, didn't come to answer the villain's words urgently, only felt a pain in his lower abdomen, turned around and stumbled towards the toilet.

Chu Junhan shrugged his shoulders and comforted himself in his heart: I am not to blame, it is the teacher who is greedy.

After going to the toilet several times, Cen Song finally slumped and faltered like a dehydrated pickled radish.

The peculiar smell in the toilet pickled Cen Song into the taste, making him smell a stench, Chu Junhan pinched his nose with one hand and poured tea with the other: "Is the teacher better?" ”

Cen Song took the tea and drank it all, his voice became weak, and his hands were trembling: "It's better." ”

The milk baby fanned the fan obediently, afraid that Cen Song would scold herself, and pouted: "This is learned from my senior brother." ”

Brother? Anyway, it's been a while since she came back, why haven't she seen Xiao Wang's eight calves?

"Teacher, do you know where my brother has gone?"

Cen Song rubbed his stomach with tea: "Didn't I go out to play with you?" ”

"Didn't come back?" Chu Junhan frowned slightly, his mind became restless, thinking that nothing would happen to this little ghost, right?

Cen Song saw Chu Junhan's concern, gently put down the teacup, and calmly: "Xu is playful, and he will come back later." ”

"Playful?" Chu Junhan looked at the slanting sun in the distance, after an hour, night would fall, no matter how smart Zimo was, he was just a child.

Cen Song had a bad stomach and collapsed, it seemed that she couldn't go out to look for it, so she had to go.

"Teacher, go like smoke to find my brother." As he spoke, the baby ran out.

"He won't have an accident......" Cen Song shook his head helplessly, the little apprentice's temperament is still a little anxious, and he has to temper and temper~

However, such a temperament is inevitably a bad thing.

The old man's eyes were deep and complicated, and he watched the villain leave until he disappeared into the mountains and forests.

"Senior Brother~"

"Zimo~"

……

The sound of childishness echoed in the mountains and forests, one higher than the other.

The night soon darkened, and Chu Junhan unconsciously walked to the end.

She glanced at the recently extinguished carbon fire, her brow furrowed slightly, and she wondered whether to move on.

The light ahead was getting darker and darker, and there were bursts of wolf howls in the forest in the evening, which made the villain involuntarily tighten his clothes and shrink his body.

Chu Junhan felt that the hairs of her whole body stood up, and the wind gently stroked her to make her shiver.

Quiet.

Cold.

Black.

"Friends of the Dead Dao do not die in the Poor Dao, a little ahead, if you haven't found it yet, then go back, senior brother, you will ask for more blessings." The villain finally bit his thin lip, made an important decision, and walked forward with his little feet.

Suddenly, the silence of the woods was broken by a rustling sound, and the woods in front of them shook violently.

Chu Junhan swallowed his saliva, clenched his hands into fists and took a defensive posture, staring intently.

"Whew~" The wolf's howl sounded in the woods.

The baby subconsciously retreated, and picked up the unburned wooden stick with his hand, and vigilantly faced the woods.

"Whew~" another wolf howl.

Well?

Chu Junhan looked puzzled, she heard the clue of this wolf howl, obviously with the childishness of a child. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and after confirming that someone was pretending to be a ghost, the corners of her mouth hooked up a curvature.

The villain walked around lightly, staring at the woods to prevent the people hiding inside from escaping.