The warm bonfire illuminated the outline of Hu Bugui's resolute face, and in less than half a year, the youthful ruffian aura on his body had almost completely disappeared.

The primeval jungle had just been hit by fireballs, and hidden pipes were spraying foam to extinguish the flames at the top of some tall tree canopies, in the crevices of some rocks, and it was clear that the organizers did not want this fire to destroy the playground that had been painstakingly operated for so many years.

There is water and meat, and the pond is an excellent place to rest, and the rest of the contestants will certainly not rush to this smoke-filled area.

However, the bonfire was only lit to create a trick for him to be nearby, and Hu Bugui himself did not intend to linger too long, but turned around and headed towards the depths of the woods.

A small parachute disguised in the shape of a silver seagull slowly descended in front of him from the sky, with a thick iron cylinder strapped to its legs.

When I opened it, there was a faucet inside, and the part of the hose was very sharp, so I couldn't see any use for it for the time being.

Hu Bugui smiled indifferently, cut off a few vines, and tied the iron cylinder and venison around his waist.

It seems that there is a patron who wants him to live, and I don't know how Leon, who hates him to the core, will feel when he sees it.

The island was too big for his divine sense to completely cover, so he couldn't quickly identify Xia Meng's aura.

The strangest thing is that some of the settings on this island seem to have traces of Qimen Dunjia.

Could it be that the designers of this island, the Xia family, are also involved?

If that's the case, it's tantamount to being cocooned, which sounds very sad and ridiculous.

He traveled quickly, and quickly found the cave where he came, and unexpectedly found that the entrance of the cave was completely sealed by a boulder, making it impossible to return from the elevator in the villa wall.

It's all heart-attacking tactics, constantly putting pressure on people mentally, and the sky over the entire island is shrouded in a huge net, and even if you have wings, you can't leave.

The gifts that fell from the sky to the PUBG players can even be accurate to a range of about one meter beside them, so you can imagine how precisely everyone's every move is under control.

Such an intrusive surveillance, just so real that it happened on a certain island in reality, but for such a cruel purpose.

Leon, who was deliberately trying to lure him here, had no intention of staying alive at all.

It's strange that Leon's so-called feelings for Xia Meng before should not be so urgent to put the little girl to death.

Did Xia Meng master his secret?

Hu Bugui walked forward along the mountain wall, the sky was completely dark, and the surroundings had become dead silent, except for the occasional wind sound between the branches and leaves of the trees.

Don't worry about finding someone, Xia Meng's aura is very familiar to him, as long as he meets it, he won't distinguish mistakes.

Next to the mountain wall is a low shrubland, and in a few places it is even very beautiful, with large fields of lilies and berries, exuding a fragrant fragrance of flowers and fruits.

Hu Bugui stopped, looked into the distance of the flowers, and he felt the aura that belonged to people, extremely light and ethereal, almost disappearing.

A man who is dying.

He closed his eyes and looked over with a dense sense of consciousness, and found that a hundred feet away, somewhere in the soft lawn among the flowers, lay on her back on her back, a Caucasian woman who was barely clothed and covered with scars, and a medicine bottle had fallen from her hand.

She looked well-proportioned and healthy, her skin was as white as snow, she was about 1.8 meters tall, her blue eyes stared blankly at the sky, her chest was slightly heaving, and she was swallowing her last breath.

It's hopeless.

Hu Bugui always felt as if he had seen her somewhere, and tried to recall it in his mind, but he was basically face blind to foreigners, and felt that it looked like it was carved out of a mold with a high nose and deep eyes.

The rumbling of cannons rang out, breaking the silence of the night sky.

In the sky above the island, a projection screen of a giant screen suddenly appeared, first the charming face of the woman in the flowers with heavy makeup, and then a photo of her walking the catwalk with a cold face.

A shocking red cross was given on the screen, indicating that she had died.

No wonder it looks so familiar, it should have been a well-known supermodel.

His eyes stayed on the picture above his head, and Hu Bugui felt a sense of pity in his heart.

Suddenly, his gaze froze somewhere, because there was a dark aura that reached into the sky, hitting the white background of the screen.

Summer Dream!

He discerned the general direction and hurried in that direction.

Along the way, the scene of eating hot pot with the Xia family brothers and sisters in Qingzhong kept reproducing in his mind.

When he saw Xia Meng for the first time, he was still a little surprised in his heart.

A half-mature girl with temptation in innocence.。

The hair is cut so short, and there is no boyishness, and the little girl who is full of vitality when she laughs always looks at him with a face.

Because he had already identified Chen Xiaoshen, he was very careful to avoid suspicion, and he didn't want to give this young lady who did not hesitate to express her affection for him with any hope.

is not a person all the way, and he has no plans to be a noble son-in-law.

However, now Hu Bugui's conscience is aching, and the corpse of the supermodel in the grass makes him very uncomfortable.

The organizers of this battle royale game are a bunch of beasts who are not as good as them.

Knowing that Xia Yu was plotted against him, and Mrs. Xia was a stubborn straw bale, he could even remind the mother and daughter to let the mother and daughter temporarily move to Huaxia as a family of three to avoid those who were not good for them.

However, he refused indifferently at the airport, and the mother and daughter asked for help, and even took the key to his jade box without any guilt.

Time cannot be repeated.

If he had been willing to think about the Xia family at that time, Xia Meng would not have fallen into such a miserable situation.

In the interweaving of regret and boredom, the aura that was like a dark cloud pressing down on the top was getting closer and closer.

Everywhere you look, there are craggy strange rocks, and you can't see the little girl at all.

He searched carefully along the air, and finally found that it was coming from a narrow rock peak that could only accommodate one person.

There was only ash and cracked gravel in the rock crevices, and no trace of Xia Meng was found.

Hu Bugui approached lightly, and heard the sound of weak breathing in his ears.

His eyesight was amazing, and he looked carefully in the night for a while, a little sad, and shouted in a low voice: "Xia Meng, it's me, Hu will not return." ”

The cracked gravel in the crevices began to tremble slightly, but there was no sound of answer.

The clever little girl, who had made a near-perfect camouflage by applying layers of stone chips and dust to the outside of her body, hid in the crevices of the rocks and survived.

Xia Meng had already heard the voice of Hu Bugui, but he didn't mean to come out, and there was a low cry that he had tried his best to suppress from the crack in the rock.

Hu Bugui didn't urge her, he stood outside in the rock crevice, protected her inside, and said gently: "Don't be afraid, I will save you out." ”

The distance between the two of them is actually very close, only one or twenty centimeters away, and the cold night wind that has been pouring into Xia Meng's body along the gap has been blocked by the tall figure of Hu Bugui, bringing her a rare warmth.

Xia Meng sniffed and said in a voice so light that it was almost inaudible, "My mother was killed by Leon, right in front of my eyes. ”

"He's a Devil ......"