The three of us took the guy in hand, cautiously leaned into the cave, and slowly walked inside. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info but found that the structure and scale style here, except for the color, are almost the same as the ice palace. The huge stone hall is composed of square stone bricks around the stone wall. I secretly wondered, how could it be the same as the Ice Palace? Careful observation reveals that there is a different place, that is, the reservoir in the center of the main hall, where there is also a relief stone corridor, but behind the stone corridor is a withered sky. A giant tree as thick as a reservoir, I've never seen a tree this big. Because it was so decayed, the surface was bare and leafless, and the dry branches were lying on their stomachs. In addition, the light is not good, so it is not clear what kind of tree it is.

After observing for a while, my eyes were drawn to the sporadic light of fire under the giant tree. There were a few bucket-sized tree stumps, and in the middle of it was an unburned bonfire, and there was a humanoid figure lying on its side with its back to us, looking as if it was sleeping.

Who is that man? My heart trembled a little, it stands to reason that there are three of them in Baozi, and it is impossible to lie there alone and sleep with a big head! I made a color to the monk, and the consciousness told him to go up and take a look. He looked at me with big eyes and small eyes, and he didn't go. I was just about to encourage him to say a few words, but the sick beauty on the side walked straight up, and walked to the firelight, she glanced at the man lying on her side, squatted down expressionlessly, and observed for a while. Then she turned around and stretched out her hands to warm herself on the campfire.

I said in my heart, do you want to drag it like that? Who is that man? The temperament of a sick beauty can really make people crazy. But judging by her no unusual expression, it seems that the person should be an acquaintance. Otherwise, the sick beauty will not be leisurely warm at this time.

The monk and I looked at each other and walked boldly to the campfire. When I got close to the person lying on my side, it turned out to be a bun! How did he sleep here alone? What about Da Zhuang and that 'tiger'? I felt that this thing was quite weird, and I pushed the bun. Scolded: "What do you sleep? Can you sleep like this? ”

The sick beauty looked at the bonfire and said quietly: "She fainted, and she can't wake up for the time being!" ”

The monk frowned, and muttered unbelievingly, how can anyone faint and not wake up? Squatted down and began to pinch the bun man, pressed his temple, and after ten minutes, he was almost on artificial respiration. I said in my heart, the good hanging bun is fainted, if it is a big living person who is awake, maybe he will be tossed and fainted.

I can't bear to see him toss his teammates anymore. Shaking his head, he sat down on the stump to rest. Seeing that he was endless, he couldn't help but sneer: "If you don't try to pee on his head, maybe he will jump up."

The monk's eyes lit up, and while unzipping his crotch, he turned his head and said, "That's right!" I'm not sexy! The monk was unzipping and couldn't help but turn his head to look at the sick beauty. I saw her cold gaze looking directly at the monk. Good guy, the monk's face turned white with a brush, and the right hand that had just touched the crotch of his pants retracted, scratched his head, and laughed dryly. I didn't care about the faint bun anymore, and sat next to me, looking at the bonfire in a daze.

I was bored, and teased the monk and said, "My grandfather said that if you touch your crotch and touch your head, you will have barbs on your fingers." There is a disgusting one in their hometown village who is just as disgusting as you, and he ends up with barbs on his hands and chopped off his fingers. ”

"Pull you down! Didn't that McIson have a trick of pressing his crotch and then pressing his head? According to you, you can't chop off your fingers? ”

"He played too hard and chopped his fingers didn't work, so he hung up directly!"

Suddenly, the bonfire flashed a few times, and my argument about not being nutritious came to an abrupt end. Looking into the campfire, the sick beauty was picking out a black box from the charcoal ash with a twig, still smoking. The monk slapped a fart in surprise and said, "You can touch the treasure in the bonfire, Miss Shi is a cow!" ”

I rolled my eyes and said, "What are you looking at?" Is this a baby? Isn't this just a iron lunch box baked black? ”

The monk took a closer look and suddenly realized that they had prepared one of this kind of iron lunch box before coming. Because of the blackness of the roast, he didn't figure it out for a while. The monk fastened the lunch box with his shoes and then picked the lid with a military thorn. As soon as the box was opened, a pungent smell of meat came out, and I looked at my eyes shining and swallowing saliva. Since I came to the East China Sea Dragon Palace, I haven't eaten a full meal at all, not to mention that the last time I ate was a day ago, and when I saw the boiling pork slices in the lunch box at this moment, I almost swallowed my tongue with greed.

"I'm going to go! Sliced pork stew with bamboo shoots! The buns are so moisturizing, and I'm going to keep the food next time I go into the water. The monk wiped his mouth and said.

I stepped forward and looked at the food. It is a vegetarian winter bamboo shoot and compressed meat jerky in a can, and at this time, the two things are simmered in an iron box, and the bursts of fragrance that come out are really tempting.

The monk wiped a few handfuls of the military thorn in his hand, and thought that it was very clean, so he took the military thorn to pick up the meat slices, swallowed the saliva and sent it to his mouth. I grabbed his hand and said, "You're fucking going to die!" What to do about being toxic? The bun just passed out to the side, didn't you accidentally order it? ”

"Birds die for wealth, and people die for food. I'd rather be poisoned than starved. The monk said an idiom that was reversed. Pushing my hand away, he picked up the hot piece and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up and nodded his head while chewing.

The sick beauty also sat silently next to us, stretched out her thorn and picked a piece of meat from the lunch box. "The iron lunch box is closed, smoldering under the bonfire, and the blackened surface is very even, and no one has opened it before us." After saying that, put it in your mouth and chew it gently.

According to her consciousness, no one has touched the iron lunch box! Therefore, it ruled out the possibility that the bun should eat the contents and pass out. I watched them eat, my eyes were green, and I swallowed my saliva and said to the monk, "That...... Give me a piece to taste. ”

The monk swallowed the piece of meat, turned his back, and placed the iron lunch box between the sick beauty and him. He said vaguely, "Don't ...... Don't...... Poisonous! ”

I didn't care about losing face, so I went up to grab food with a military thorn. A box full of bamboo shoot stew gave us a gust of wind and clouds, and it dried up in two or three clicks. I touched my stomach with the monk and was still unfinished.

After eating, I looked at my watch, it was past eleven o'clock at night, and a strong sense of sleepiness hit me. It's been a long time since I've slept when I think about it. However, no one had the consciousness to propose sleep. We carefully circled around the stone hall, and there was no passage to any other place except where we had entered.

We went back to the campfire and rummaged through the stuff in our bun backpack. Before I was in the Ice Hall with the monk, there were many small wounds on the surface of my body, most of which were caused by defeated fleas and leeches, although they were all turned into water, and I felt that my skin was loose after being squeezed by them. However, after the baptism of invisible water at first, I feel that I have returned to my original good state. I touched the half bag of invisible water in the waterproof bag, and I didn't know what kind of substance this substance was formed, and it had such a healing ability against the sky.

I found a bottle of burnt knives and a pack of Liqun cigarettes in my backpack. When the monk saw that the wine was green, he took it and poured it, and I pounced on him to grab it, and the two of them scolded and dried it up. Then he lit two cigarettes and began to puff out the clouds. After a long period of fear, panic, running, swimming, the body's endurance reached its limit, the recoil of liquor was sufficient, and the paralysis of cigarettes. My sore muscles began to tingle, and my eyelids began to fight as soon as I lay on the stump.

I pushed myself to my feet, intending to propose a vigil for one of the others and a good night's sleep for the other two. The sick beauty sitting cross-legged over there closed her eyes and didn't move, shouldn't she fall asleep while sitting? I really didn't dare to disturb her, so I proposed to play 'rock-paper-scissors' with the monk, and whoever loses will keep vigil. I deliberately said, "You always have scissors when you play this, can you change the trick?" ”

The monk was silent for a while, then covered his hands and was about to come with me. As a result, he still came out of the scissors, and I came out of the rocks. He looked at his scissors in a daze, and estimated that his intestines were blue. My trick is mysterious, and there is nothing wrong with the monk. I closed my eyes, my mind was messed up, thinking about a lot of things, what happened along the way, my mother and my tiger, and I entered a state of half-dreaming and half-awake in a daze.

In the confusion, the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the faint smell of dry firewood from the half-extinguished campfire. After a while I fell asleep, this time more deeply, and had many strange dreams. Suddenly, I was shaken in my sleep. I opened my eyes suddenly, and found that it was dark all around, rubbing my eyes and looking at my watch, it was only three o'clock in the morning, it was really tiring to sleep like this, and it was better not to sleep for more than three hours.

I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, I heard the murderer's grandmother say that when people were halfway through sleep, their bodies shook violently. This is fairly common and is said to be something unseen pushing you. At this time, the sleeper didn't want to wake up at all, she said that as long as you get through the sleepiness and open your eyes immediately, you will see the thing that pushed you.

I patted my head in this dark stone hall, thinking about such a horrible thing, it is really not a beautiful thing. But why is it so dark? I went to the bag around my waist and tried to find the pearl of the night in the bag. But when I touched my waist, it was empty, and my heart jumped! Where's my bag of jewelry? The heart said that it couldn't be that the monk and the sick beauty saw me fall asleep, took my jewelry and ran away, right?

I shook my head secretly, it was obviously impossible. I reluctantly pressed my watch, a pale yellow halo appeared in the inner circle of the watch, this kind of light visibility is extremely low, who let this be 'bought a watch last year'? It's really different from Da Zhuang's professional outdoor watch. By the dim light I walked to the campfire, and found the monk lying on the stump of a tree and sleeping deeply, while the sick beauty sat cross-legged, apparently asleep.

Seeing the two of them, he slowly let out a sigh, maybe he was nervous, and he lost the bag and ran to the campfire without looking for it nearby. Maybe the bag of jewelry was left near where I was sleeping.