urban evil king

"Of course, this time is quite fast. If it is longer, you will not be able to bear it." Wang Zheng said: "Fortunately, the weather is cold now, which is more beneficial to us. If it is summer, walking in this jungle Unwashed clothes, coupled with mosquito bites, will fall ill within two days, it is a disaster."

Hearing the words, Song Ziye suddenly sat up straight, held Wang Zheng's face with both hands, and said with burning eyes, "I'm very fortunate that I have these seven or eight days in my life."

Wang Zheng smiled slightly, looked away, and said, "Let's lean on my shoulder and sleep for a while. In a few hours, it will be dawn."

At this time, the night was dark, but Wang Zheng still didn't light a fire, but fortunately, this place was sheltered from the wind, Song Ziye curled up in Wang Zheng's arms, and didn't feel cold.

Wang Zheng stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Song Ziye's temples. Song Ziye only felt a warm current gradually rising in his mind, sleepiness and tiredness came together, and he fell asleep after a while, breathing evenly.

Wang Zheng also closed his eyes. After being tired for so many days, he also needed to replenish his energy.

Day, it will be bright soon.

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When Song Ziye opened his eyes, it was already bright, and Wang Zheng beside him had already woken up and was looking at him.

"Good morning." Song Ziye rubbed his eyes, looked into the distance, and exclaimed involuntarily.

"So beautiful!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Song Ziye's eyes were full of admiration!

The fiery red sun has just risen in the sky, and it looks much bigger than usual, the mountains are shrouded in a faint twilight, and the woods are filled with a faint fragrance.

Song Ziye stood up, moved his numb hands and feet, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and said intoxicated, "The air in this mountain is really fresh!"

However, Wang Zheng's next sentence destroyed the artistic conception: "The air in the mountains and forests is not fresh in the morning, and the concentration of carbon dioxide is high. The reason why you feel the fresh air and want to take a deep breath is because the carbon dioxide stimulates It improves your blood circulation and makes your body need more oxygen."

Song Ziye glared at Wang Zheng, but saw this guy take out two packs of things from his pocket and hand them over, and said, "Here are two packs of compressed biscuits and a small bottle of water that I always keep with me. The compressed biscuits are very hard. Considering your appetite Just take a bite."

Song Ziye took a bite of the compressed biscuit and almost broke his teeth. It was as hard as a rock, but after he took it in, Song Ziye was surprised to find that a compressed biscuit the size of a little finger immediately filled his mouth with saliva. Full, lips and teeth fragrant!

After taking a sip of water and swallowing this biscuit, Song Ziye felt his hunger disappear immediately, and there was still sweetness in his mouth, full of energy.

"what about the taste?"

"This biscuit is so delicious." Song Ziye said with a little excitement: "It is much tastier than the ones on the market. If it is produced on a large scale and then released to the market, it may become a popular snack in China!"

Wang Zheng curled his lips and said, "I'm afraid no one will buy it."

"Why? The taste is so good, as long as the promotion is in place, how can no one buy it?" Song Ziye was a little puzzled.

"Do you know how much this biscuit costs?" Wang Zheng stretched out two fingers.

"How much? Twenty?" Song Ziye thought that the price he said was already very expensive, but Wang Zheng's words still surprised her.

"two thousand!"

"Two thousand? Why is it so expensive?"

"Of course, because I made every biscuit myself!"

"You did it?" The astonishment on Song Ziye's face grew even stronger.

"Yeah, do you know how many precious medicinal materials that nourish blood and nourish qi that I added to each biscuit? The compounding cycle of these medicinal materials is at least one year, and there is no way to mass-produce them. The cost of two thousand is the most conservative figure." gone."

"I can't see that you are quite versatile."

"That's the boy of the new century, who has eighteen cooking skills and is proficient in everything." Wang Zheng boasted, and then said: "The slope around here is a bit steep, I have to carry you down, and it will be fine after this section .”

"Wait a minute, Wang Zheng, I have something to tell you." Song Ziye suddenly looked a little embarrassed, his pretty face flushed slightly.

"What's the matter?" Wang Zheng looked at Song Ziye's faltering expression, and immediately understood, he laughed and said, "You must be going to the bathroom."

"Yeah, what's so funny about human nature." Song Ziye said angrily.

Wang Zheng chuckled, handed over a pack of tissues, and said, "I only have this pack on me, so save it, the conditions here are much more difficult than those in the city."

"I know!" Song Ziye grabbed the tissue paper, pushed Wang Zheng, and said with a flushed face, "Find a place, hide it, and come out later."

The place where the two stayed was a rare gentle slope among the cliffs, surrounded by rocks, and it was also a good place to shelter from the wind.

"Well, women have a lot of things to do." Wang Zheng curled his lips and climbed up a tree more than [-] meters high.

Song Ziye under the tree looked at the package of tissues in his hand, his beautiful face was as red as a ripe apple.

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Wang Zheng carried Song Ziye on his back, tilted his body slowly, kept his balance, and then walked downhill carefully.

Lying on Wang Zheng's back, Song Ziye was still a little nervous at first, especially when he saw the steep slope that could not be seen to the bottom, it made people feel dizzy.However, Wang Zheng walked very smoothly, without feeling any bumps at all. Song Ziye simply handed over his wealth and life to Wang Zheng. After walking for more than an hour, tiredness surged again, and Song Ziye actually fell on Wang Zheng. Sleep peacefully on my shoulders.

"Phew, it's done." Finally arrived at the gentle slope, Wang Zheng just wanted to put Song Ziye down, but when he turned his head, he saw Zheng Xiang sleeping on his back. He couldn't help feeling amused, but of course, he was also slightly moved.

"Here is the place!"

Wang Zheng stretched out his right hand, mercilessly slapped Song Ziye's upturned buttocks hard, awakening the latter directly.

"My God, this feels really good!" Song Ziye's rounded buttocks feel more elastic than they look. Wang Zheng slapped it just now, and the feel is so good that he wants to slap it again. hand!

"Where are you?" Song Ziye, who was sleeping in Zhengxiang, was suddenly woken up. At this time, he was also a little dazed, and naturally he didn't realize how Wang Zheng "woke up" himself.

Wang Zheng put Song Ziye down, and walked with her on his back for several hours. He was covered in sweat, and it was almost noon. The sun shone through the trees, making his whole body warm.

"How far have you carried me on your back?" Song Ziye asked looking at the vast forest.

"Five hours, forty kilometers." Wang Zheng took out water, threw it to Song Ziye, and said, "You must be thirsty, drink it."

"On this point, after I finish drinking, you will have nothing to drink." Song Ziye looked at the small bottle of water, feeling a little reluctant to drink it.

"It's okay, just drink it." Wang Zheng took the dagger and slashed at a vine on the tree. The dagger was very sharp, and the vine was cut off with a single stroke, revealing a pale yellow section.

To Song Ziye's surprise, Wang Zheng put his mouth close to the section and started sucking, his throat rolling up and down.

"It tastes good." Wang Zheng wiped his mouth, looked at the astonished Song Ziye, and said with a smile: "This is called the vine, and it is only found in the northwest. There is little rain in the northwest, and the vine will absorb the rain, and then Stored in one's own body, after a long time of storage, there will be a fragrance."

"Why don't you take a few sips too?" Wang Zheng teased.

"It's better not to." Looking at the gray and hideous vine, Song Ziye still didn't dare to put his mouth on it.

"It's really not easy for you special forces." Looking at Wang Zheng's indifferent expression, Song Ziye suddenly felt slightly sad.

"Eat some biscuits, let's continue walking. If the map is correct, we will encounter a small river after walking another [-] kilometers."

"Aren't we lost?" Song Ziye looked at the vast forest and felt that everything looked the same.

"Why did you get lost?" Wang Zheng asked back, "I'm a living map."

"I hope we're lost."

Song Ziye's voice was faint.

Wang Zheng was startled when he heard the words, and there was a gentle emotion in his eyes.

Wang Zheng's speed was not slow, the two walked for a long time, and Song Ziye didn't cry out that he was tired, the two of them chatted casually along the way, dusk was approaching, and the weather was getting slightly cooler again.

"Sure enough, there is a small river!" Song Ziye could already hear the sound of gurgling water as the sun set in the west and reflected the sparkling light in the distance.

"You wait by the river, I'll go get some food." Wang Zheng rubbed his hands together and said excitedly, "This time, I'll let you try my real cooking skills."

Song Ziye washed his hands by the river, and not long after, he saw Wang Zheng coming with a large bundle of dry branches on his back, and a gray hare and a pheasant in his hands.

Under Song Ziye's surprised eyes, Wang Zheng explained: "It's winter now, and these things are easier to catch. I'll make a fire to kill chickens, and you can just watch."

"Being with you is really an eye-opener." Song Ziye rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearm, which was as crystal as a white lotus root, and said eagerly, "Why don't you let me help you?"

Wang Zheng looked at Song Ziye's appearance, and a feeling of tenderness rose in his heart: "Can you do it? Are you not afraid of killing? Look at your delicate skin and tender flesh. You have never done this kind of work before, right?"

Song Ziye said indifferently: "What's the matter, it's never the first time."

"That's good." Wang Zheng skinned the rabbit with a few simple cuts, handed the rabbit to Song Ziye with blood on his hands, and said, "Take it to the river and open the rabbit and wash it."

Song Ziye didn't even frown, took the dagger and the rabbit, went to the river and started cleaning.

At this time, Wang Zheng also killed the chicken and shed its feathers by the river.

Song Ziye raised his head, feeling that his forehead was sweating slightly, and washed his hands in the water, watching Wang Zheng skillfully shaved his hair aside, with a hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Hey, tell me, why do I feel like a couple living at home now?"