Like a milk swallow throwing herself into the forest, Lin Wanru threw herself into the arms of the figure. Across the handsome guy, Yang Xiaohai raised his hands and peeked at the "old man".

I saw Lin Qingshan's Chinese face, high nose bridge, a pair of thick and heavy eyebrows and bright eyes, which made people in their fifties exude strong masculine charm at all times. The aura cultivated in a high position for a long time is so strong that although he and his daughter are reunited after a long absence, they hug each other; Yang Xiaohai still felt that he couldn't breathe, and even had a strong sense of alienation.

Lin Wanru seemed to forget about Yang Xiaohai and Wang Qing, and only talked to her father: "Father, this place is very sturdy and has sufficient living materials, especially in the middle of nowhere, it is a very good place to stay." The security in and out depends on a magnetic card, and the corresponding equipment is relatively old, and the system is not very complicated. ”

Lao Lin seemed to listen attentively, but he didn't seem to listen to anything. He stroked Lin Wanru's hair, and said with a little emotion: "Good girl, you have lost weight!" Dad is full of trivial things, and he has made you miserable. ”

"That, excuse me, let's go into the office and talk again? It's not safe with the door open, is it? Yang Xiaohai squeezed out a kind smile, but it didn't seem to have much effect.

"What's the matter with you?" Lin Qingshan took his attention away from his daughter and turned his head to look at Yang Xiaohai. At a glance, the thick raised eyebrows almost stood up.

Compared with the clean and tidy handsome guys around him, Yang Xiaohai is indeed not very photogenic: outside the dirty camouflage uniform, he is covered with nondescript and dense fishing nets. The current Yang Xiaohai is not only very sloppy, but also looks very stupid. His hair was disheveled, and except for his slender eyes, his entire face was covered with sweat, dust, and mud.

What's more, from head to toe, the old otaku is constantly exuding a strong sour smell.

The second daughter of King Lin is close to Zhu Zhechi, and she has long been unable to distinguish the smell of fragrance. But Lao Lin unconsciously covered his nose. Coupled with the stench wafting from the garbage heap in the air, Yang Xiaohai's personal image is extremely bad.

Lao Lin had never seen such a sloppy and weird person, so he was curious, so he simply took a few more looks. But seeing that "Brother Sharp" also pinned a broken paper knife to his waist, and tied an unsheathed dagger with a wire on his bare feet.

Let's put it this way, Yang Xiaohai at this moment is not only like a strange man dug out of the garbage heap, but also like a superb person with an IQ of less than eighty. The corners of Lao Lin's mouth twitched, he had been in a high position for a lifetime, but he still didn't laugh after all. Looking further back, it should be a woman, right? Now that it is late spring and early summer, why is she wearing a thick blanket and wrapping herself like a zongzi?

Although both of them are strange, they don't seem to be threatening. Lin Qingshan frowned, and whispered to the handsome guy with the gun: "Xie Musher ......"

Yang Xiaohai suddenly had a sense of urgency: "My father-in-law is very good at learning foreign languages, and at this time he still has the heart to drag foreign languages." But what exactly did you say? I don't understand. ”

Retracting his arm, the black gun was gone. Yang Xiaohai looked left and right at the handsome guy's sleeve, but he couldn't see where the gun was.

Lin Qingshan forcibly suppressed his disgust and spoke again: "Who are you?" The tone was a little calmer than before.

"Ahh I, Yang Xiaohai, am your daughter's boyfriend, and I found this 'refuge'. The woman standing in the back was named 'Wang Qing'. We're all conscious, we're all 'survivors'. Yang Xiaohai was not ashamed.

"Survivors?" Lao Lin intentionally or unintentionally ignored the title of "boyfriend", pulled Lin Wanru behind him, and blocked Yang Xiaohai's sight.

Xie Musheer took a step forward and almost pressed against Yang Xiaohai's forehead. Probed his left hand and grabbed Yang Xiaohai. Looking at the posture, it seems that he is going to be captured.

As soon as Xie Muschel's hand was on Yang Xiaohai's shoulder, he was thrown away by Yang Xiaohai without thinking and subconsciously.

"Huh?"

Slightly surprised, Shemuchel reached out his right hand again. Yang Xiaohai frowned tightly and took a big step back, trying to distance himself from it.

I didn't think that my shoulders were still pinched. Yang Xiaohai was a little puzzled, obviously calculated the distance? With his arms bent and extended, he was ready to break free from the restraints by brute force. But those two claws are like they are made of stainless steel, and no matter how the old otaku flutters, he can't get rid of it.

Yang Xiaohai, who had been infected by the virus, was definitely not weak, but the other party treated him to death, Yang Xiaohai couldn't help but burst out: "Have you practiced? ”

Shemushel didn't look at him at all, turned the capture into a shot, and made a camouflage uniform "poof" sound. As the palms of the hands swam away rapidly, the sturdy fishing nets that the "infected" bit constantly broke one after another. After just a moment's effort, the protective layer of the upper body clicked and scattered to the ground.

"Sun thief, isn't it your thing? The sneak attack doesn't count, and you dare to destroy my equipment. This gives you what you can! Yang Xiaohai shouted wildly, and smashed it down with a punch.

Xie Muschel's footsteps were continuous, and he kept walking around Yang Xiaohai. Although it is close at hand, the old otaku's fist just can't catch up with others. Not only that, but Shemuchel also ripped off a camouflage uniform.

Xie Muschel's movements were agile and his moves were fierce, but he didn't hurt Yang Xiaohai at all. Between the palms of the hands, there is a cold light flowing frequently. Yang Xiaohai couldn't hit anyone, but he also looked carefully: between his fingers, there was a thin blade, and it was this sharp blade that easily cut the tough fishing net.

I see it, it doesn't seem to be of much use. The skills of the people are superb, and the old otaku can neither dodge the blade nor smash Shemucher. In desperation, he could only be naked in public and become a nude model.

The upper body without clothes has clear muscle lines, but it also has criss-crossing scars, which looks very eye-catching.

Walking around Yang Xiaohai in a circle, Xie Musher completely ignored the whistling fist, and when he finished stripping his shirt, he suddenly slapped it towards his belt.

Now, Yang Xiaohai is hairy. Fei Fei kicked Shemuchel's wrist hard, but he still kicked lonely. But that kick was a false move. When Xie Musher retreated to dodge, Yang Xiaohai's other foot was like a whip.

Shemusher had just changed steps, and it was the time of the green and yellow. He didn't expect Yang Xiaohai to kick two kicks in the air, and in desperation, he stretched his arm, and the muscles on it were suddenly as hard as steel.

The whip leg collided with the arm without any fancy. It was obviously flesh and blood, but it "banged" and made a metallic sound. Up to now, Yang Xiaohai finally took the initiative to make contact with Xie Muschel.

Yang Xiaohai's explosive power was indeed amazing, Xie Musheer took the whip leg hard, and was immediately kicked sideways by a brute force. He shrunk his neck and bent over, completely protecting the vital points around him.

It's a pity that all the caution is in vain, the old otaku just kicked his legs in a row, and then stupidly pulled the pestle in place. He didn't understand any strategies such as chasing after victory and grabbing the first move.

Yang Xiaohai made a dashing landing maneuver, and then raised his eyebrows as if provocatively to Xie Muschel. However, the two feet grasped the timing to the slightest degree. It was as if Shemushel was cooperating with him. But the lack of pursuit proves that Yang Xiaohai is purely a kung fu novice. All of these reactions are purely instinctive.

"It's kind of interesting!" Xie Musheer was not annoyed at all, but pouted at Yang Xiaohai. Shaking his shoulders and shaking his neck, Xie Musher raised his arms, spread his right hand, and hooked his palm at Yang Xiaohai. It can be seen that Shemchel is planning to be serious.

"Father, they are not infected! The daughter has been living with them day and night for more than half a month. Seeing that a conflict was about to happen, Lin Wanru finally opened her mouth.

Since his daughter spoke, Lin Qingshan also opened his mouth: "Xie Muschel, this is not a martial arts competition, there is no need to waste physical energy." It seems that someone said just now, it's my daughter's boyfriend? Lin Qingshan's words changed.

Originally, Yang Xiaohai was still a little restrained, but when he made a move, he completely let go. He stiffened his neck and looked at Lao Lin: "I saved her." She's in love with me, can't she? "Your reflex arc is long enough, huh?" Didn't you say that just now? This was Yang Xiaohai's original intention, but reason made him swallow the second half of the sentence alive.

"Crazy enough! Young man, for at least 20 years, no one dared to speak like that in front of me. Boy, do you know what the price of beating my Lin Qingshan's daughter is? Lin Qingshan's eyes were full of cold light, his tone was cold, and the domineering spirit that had been in the top position for a long time all exploded.

"I ......" In the face of the compelling momentum, Yang Xiaohai did not crouch at all. Just wanted to argue a few words, but Lin Wanru grabbed Lin Qingshan's hand: "Father." Things are not what you think. Let's listen to Xiaohai, let's go in and talk about it. Even if this place is remote, it is difficult to keep the 'infected' from appearing. As he spoke, he couldn't help but pull Lao Lin towards the iron gate.

As a result, Lin Qingshan could only stop and let his daughter be dragged away from the place. Shemusher blew his hair, looked relaxed, and followed behind the father and daughter gracefully.

Yang Xiaohai was angry, but when he saw Lin Wanru's small hand on his back shake him a few times, the tumbling anger was forcibly dispersed, and then he regained his calm. As for Wang Qing, he was completely ignored by the three members of the Lin family.

After a few steps, Wang Qing secretly pinched Yang Xiaohai, who was picking up equipment, and said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: "The atmosphere is not right, wasn't Lao Lin sent by the state company to pick us up?" Why can't you see the plane? What about the others? A rescue team of two? ”

Yang Xiaohai also replied in a low voice: "That kid really has two hits, hey, if it weren't for my master, I am afraid I would have really lost." Seize the opportunity, and you have to make two more moves with him! ”

Wang Qing was anxious: "Talking about business, what are you listening to?" You're two hundred and five, oops, I'm! ”

Yang Xiaohai smirked: "Hey, hey, An!" It's all a family, what do you have to think about? Don't worry, if something really happens, I'll cover you! ”

Wang Qing's face was gloomy. It seems that Yang Xiaohai's assurance did not bring her much sense of security.

On the basement floor of the "refuge", Lin Qingshan walked around room by room accompanied by his daughter. In the end, all five people got into Lin Wanru's room. They each found a comfortable place and sat down.