mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 488

In the cave where darkness is the main color, the concept of time is always unconsciously ignored.

Outside, at least you can judge the approximate time from the sunrise and sunset, day and night, so you know what to do.

However, although ignoring time does not mean that fatigue can be avoided.

The little girl yawned, spread her arms, and stretched herself.

No need to look at the phone, just listen to the "gurgling" sound of the stomach, and said: "This is the second time it rings, it's eight o'clock, it should be dark outside, right?"

Xiao Feng and the others couldn't help being stunned. Is this some kind of special ability?

"Rest where you are, and go after a sleep." Xiao Feng ordered.

It's a pity that there are no other heating materials such as branches in the crypt. Otherwise, if you light a bonfire, you can at least warm up.

The little girl took out a very long blanket from her bag, spread it on the floor and called Xiao Feng, "Brother Xiao Feng, come and sit down."

Xiao Feng walked over and sat down, leaning his back against the wall, closing his eyes and meditating.

The people also sat down.

If you want to say how tired your body is, it's actually not too much, but in these short ten hours, you have experienced too many things, and mental fatigue is the most serious.

After sitting like this for 5 minutes, no one spoke except for the sound of eating.

The little girl who didn't like this kind of silence the most, said immediately: "Why don't I sing a song for everyone to listen to?"

"..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. At this time, there are still people who sing leisurely, and only a little girl can do it.

"No one talks, so I'll just sing, ahem..."

Clearing her throat, the little girl sang: "The shoe is broken... Hey!

The hat is broken... Ha!

The cassock on his body is torn... Roar! "

For a moment, the audience was deadly silent, and then there was a "poof", Lin Zhiyan was the first to burst out laughing.

Then, more and more people started laughing, and the laughter echoed in the crypt. Those who didn't know thought it was a group of psychopaths, or a group of lunatics.

The little girl was not embarrassed at all, but nodded with satisfaction: "That's right, laughter is contagious, don't forget to smile when you forget anything."

Xiao Feng once again looked at the little girl differently. In this monotonous and dangerous environment, joy is indeed priceless, and three lines of songs can make people laugh, which is not insignificant.

"Forget anything, don't forget to smile, who told you this?" Xiao Feng asked.

The little girl replied solemnly: "Brother Xiao Feng told me, you forgot?"

Xiao Feng thought about it, but he still couldn't remember when he said this kind of chicken soup for the soul.

However, it doesn't matter, no matter whether the chicken soup is poisonous or not, in the current situation, something is better than nothing.

And at this moment, Zhao Guoan suddenly shouted: "Enough!"

The laughter gradually stopped, and everyone was a little confused, wondering what Zhao Guoan was going to do again.

The next moment, Zhao Guoan looked at the little girl with indignation: "I am already like this, and you still want to allude to me, won't your conscience hurt?"

The little girl looked confused: "I, what did I allude to you?"

"The shoes are torn, the hat is torn, and the cassock is also torn. Doesn't it imply what I am?" Zhao Guoan shook his torn jacket while talking.

Xiao Feng pondered and said: "Old Zhao, are you sure you're not digging through the baggage and trying to make us laugh again?"

"Turn over the burden?" Zhao Guoan laughed angrily: "Do you think I'm talking about cross talk with you here?"

The little girl said with a speechless face: "I really didn't mean to insinuate you, if you think so, then I'll change the song.

Who is playing the song Dong Feng Po on the pipa, the years are on the wall..."

As a result, as soon as he sang a sentence, Zhao Guoan's eyes were red with anger, and he said angrily, "Don't mention the broken characters?"

The black lines on Xiao Feng's and others' faces, they can't even hear the word "bro", this is the rhythm that really needs mental problems.

Fortunately, no one cares about Zhao Guoan, mainly because Zhao Guoan's experience is too rough, not to mention that those who hear it are sad and those who see it are almost in tears. If you can take a step back, take a step back.

After simply eating some beef jerky, Xiao Feng said: "Set up a shift, I will come by myself in the first half of the night, and one person will change the guard every hour in the second half of the night."

Everyone nodded, obviously agreeing that it is better to have one awake when sleeping.

But at this moment, Fujiwara Jingming said: "No, you all rest, I can do it alone."

Only then did Xiao Feng and others realize that Fujiwara Jingming was not sitting behind the line, but was standing opposite, with his back against the wall, holding a long knife in his hand.

"Aren't you tired?" Sun Shijie asked.

Fujiwara Jingming replied: "I'm tired, but I'm used to it. I can't sleep when I'm sitting or lying down."

Su Yuzhuo explained for him: "This is the living habit of ninjas. They never leave their hands at night. With the unique meditation technique, they can not only relieve fatigue, but also guard against dangers around them."

Only then did everyone realize that Fujiwara Jingming was often seen standing at the door of the room in the middle of the night with a knife in his arms. In fact, it was not because he was too professional, but a pure habit.

Xiao Feng was naturally happy with this, leaning his back against the wall, closing his eyes, and taking the time to rest.

The little girl also leaned against the wall to take a rest, but left quickly, rubbed her aching head, pouted a little dissatisfied.

"Brother Xiao Feng...Brother Xiao Feng?" The little girl pulled Xiao Feng's clothes and asked in a low voice: "Don't you feel a little flustered?"

"What do you want to say?" Xiao Feng asked without raising his eyelids.

The little girl bit her pink lips, blushed and said: "I mean, if you feel it, you can just pillow on my lap."

"Need not."

"Oh..." The little girl was a little disappointed, but then said: "I feel a little bit, I'll lean on your shoulder, okay?"

"When did you become so polite?"

The little girl didn't answer, but said: "Then I'm on my way."

After speaking, leaning on Xiao Feng's shoulder, seeing that he didn't respond, he closed his eyes and showed a sweet smile.

……

Time passed by every minute and every second, and everyone's breathing quickly became even, and they fell asleep.

A long day is finally over.

Only at this moment, everyone realizes how enjoyable it is to be able to sleep in bed.

But the reality has always been like this. Only when you lose it will you know how difficult it is to have.

Just like water, this seemingly ordinary thing, but one day it is gone, and you will understand how happy it is to be able to drink water.

In this dark and damp underground cave, everyone's standard of happiness has plummeted, and the only hope is to get out sooner.

After an unknown amount of time passed, Xiao Feng suddenly opened his eyes.

And the one who reacted the same as him was Fujiwara Jingming who was leaning against the wall opposite.

He turned the long knife sideways and made a gesture of being ready to swing the knife at any time.

The two looked at each other and nodded to each other.

(End of this chapter)