As Jian Xiao walked, she tried to dial Xiao Qiao's phone, but she couldn't get through.

Ling Moyao walked a few steps quickly to follow, looked up at the terraced fields on the mountain, a flash of melancholy flashed in his eyes, he turned his head and said to Jian Xiao:

"If you can't get through Xiao Qiao, call Siyu and them."

"Let the rest of the staff go and warn the residents below that the mudslide is coming."

"The situation is not right on the distant mountain, and it won't be long before the yellow mud boulders on the mountain will be rolling down with the rain."

When Jian Xiao heard this, a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

She didn't expect that Ling Moyao would make such a request, he wanted to ask the staff to remind the residents at the bottom of the mountain.

It can be seen that this person's conscience has not been completely extinguished.

But why did he attack her several times for Ye Xin'er?

"You look at natural disasters?" Jian Xiao asked.

"I'm not sure about anything else, but I know the mudslide very well, because I experienced it myself many years ago." Ling Moyao said.

Many years ago, when he traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers and filmed a landscape documentary, he also encountered such a heavy rainstorm and was also trapped in a certain mountainous area.

At that time, he did not know that there would be a disaster, but he thought that the heavy rain was blocking his progress.

Like Xiao Qiao now, he found a cave and waited, trying to wait for the rain to stop before leaving, but he didn't expect the landslide and mudslide to come together.

At that time, he was buried in the dirt, unable to distinguish between day and night, and did not know how long it had passed, only remembering that he was hungry, tired, and dying.

If it weren't for the well-wishers passing by and hearing his faint cries for help, I'm afraid he wouldn't have survived at all.

Many years have passed, and the thrilling scene of that year is still in his mind.

Jian Xiao listened to Ling Moyao's words, and immediately called Fang Siyu, asking her and the staff to find a way to contact the foot of the mountain, and then give the residents a wake-up.

When the people of the program team come here to shoot variety shows, they will definitely deal with local residents.

So, someone kept the contact information of the villagers.

It's just that the person in charge of liaising with the villagers has already left with the assistant director the day before, so the process of passing the word in the middle needs to be turned several times.

About five minutes later, Fang Siyu sent a message:

"The villagers have been informed that they live at the foot of the mountain and encounter mudslides almost every year during the flood season, so they have their own prevention and control system, so they don't have to worry too much."

"On the contrary, you have to be careful yourself, after all, you have to be careful of heavy rain and mudslides, and you have to be careful of Ling Moyao."

After reading the message, Jian Xiao wiped the rain that had been splashed on the screen, and put the phone in her pocket.

She took a deep breath and suddenly turned her head and asked;

"Ling Moyao, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" Ling Moyao asked rhetorically.

"Since you can remind the villagers to beware of mudslides, it proves that you are not a hard-hearted villain." Jian Xiao said, "But why are you alone with me, calculating in every way? ”

Ling Moyao was slightly stunned: "Why did I do this, don't you know?" ”

Jian Xiao shook her head and said:

"I know, but I don't think it's a good reason."

"There is no hatred between me and you, your malice towards me is all from Ye Xin'er, you want to help Ye Xin'er, so you have to deal with me."

"But Ling Moyao, what can you get by helping Ye Xin'er?"

"Do you love her? Not necessarily, right? Don't you also have a good impression of Sister Siyu? Otherwise, they will not agree with the verbal marriage contract of the elders. ”

"So, what the hell are you trying to do?"

"What kind of magic power does Ye Xin'er have that can make you live and die for her one by one, break the law and commit crimes for her, and treat the lives of innocent people as mustard for her?"

"Do you know what you look like now?"

"Like a marionette, like a puppet, Ye Xin'er holds a thread in her hand, and a few soft words from her will make you lose your mind."

Ling Moyao listened to Jian Xiao's words, and his mind suddenly became confused.

The torrential rain splashed, even the raincoat couldn't stop it, and the cold rain hit his face, which made him think about a question that he would never have thought about;

yes, what the hell is he trying to do?

Since when did he take Ye Xin'er's words as a guideline?

Ling Moyao remembered what Master Zhao had said not long ago-

The son of luck will affect the people around him.

So, is it because he was influenced by Ye Xin'er that he became her loyal follower?

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