Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Due to the distance, the cave was dark and no one could be seen clearly.

Gong Zihua wandered around under the tree for a while, but couldn't see if there was anyone on it, and he didn't know what to do...

Hughes came out of the tree hole coldly and glanced into the distance.

Gong Zihua felt relieved for a while, but immediately lost strength and fell to the ground.

Very hungry... He hasn't eaten for a long time, he is both thirsty and hungry, watching his white and tender hand cut through countless small wounds.In a daze, his hand turned into braised chicken feet. He took a bite and felt the pain, so he slowly put down his hand.

So hungry.

The branch swayed slightly, and suddenly something fell from it, hit Gong Zihua's head, and fell to the ground again.

Gong Zihua stared at it, he was not dazzled, is it a steamed bun?

Gong Zihua looked up, and Hughes hid in the tree hole again without making a sound.

Gong Zihua picked up the steamed buns on the ground like a dream, and took a big bite, not caring about the dirt.

Eating too fast, he choked and hit his chest, ran to a nearby bush and drank the rainwater left on the big leaves.

After swallowing that mouthful of steamed buns, he felt much better.

One steamed bun was not enough to fill one's stomach at all, and Gong Zihua drank a lot of water to let the steamed bun ferment in his stomach, only then did he feel that the cramping pain was not so severe.

Gong Zihua thought that he would have to walk a long way again—a new day came.

They had to keep going and find the concentration camp early, or they would die outside sooner or later.

Gong Zihua took out an empty military water bottle and filled it with the accumulated rainwater on the nearby leaves...

At this time, the tree hole next to the tall branch finally moved. Hughes lowered the rope from the sky, dropped his military bag to the ground, and soon he followed the tree.

Gong Zihua tightened the lid of the pot, turned around and looked at Hughes nervously.

The boy was at least a head taller than him, and should be about 13 years old, about five years older than him.

Seeing Hughes walking forward with a military bag on his back, Gong Zihua also carried the heavy military bag on his back.

Although he doesn't know how to use the things in the bag at all... But subconsciously, he dare not throw away this bag, which is his sense of security.

In this way, Gong Zihua followed closely behind Hughes, with a distance of several meters between them.

Hughes walked unhurriedly, and sometimes stopped to rest—after all, Gong Zihua was young and had weak legs, so he was tired after walking for a while, and he was weighed heavily by the big backpack.But he was never left behind and was able to keep up.

On the way, they encountered people from other teams twice. The first time Hughes beat them away, and the second time...he beat up two boys and robbed them of their military supplies.

Because the bag was too heavy, Hughes opened the chain and picked out what he needed from the inside, including food, flint, scissors, and a flashlight.

Gong Zihua silently hid behind the tree and watched, Hughes Wuxin was the god in his heart - so powerful, he could defeat even the strongest person quickly.

At noon they walked to a stream, and Gong Zihua squatted downstream to fetch water.He had already finished the jug of water in the morning.

Gong Zihua hungrily filled his stomach with water, and the black onyx rolled his eyes, watching Hughes from the corner of his eyes——

I'm afraid that if he blinks, this protector will disappear from his world.

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