The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

Chapter 1878: Being thrown
I don’t even know where the pain started.

The pretty boy lay on the ground, bared his teeth and hissed for a long time. He took a mouthful of cold wind and felt that not only his body hurt, but his brain also throbbed terribly.

I dare not close my eyes, fearing that it will just pass.

It took a long time to recover, and I slowly stood up. I only had two hands. I didn't know whether to hold my butt or my waist. Everything hurt.

"Isn't that true? I'm just going to give you a small revenge for throwing me so hard!"

Yan Chi tied the gauze into a knot and glanced at him, "Try being mean again."

"Don't... don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

The pretty boy limped over and wanted to sit next to Yan Chi, but Yan Chi raised his hand. He thought he was going to be beaten, and his butt almost flew out. He instinctively took a few steps to the side and saw Yan Chi just put the medicine back in the box. He didn't mean to hit him, so he moved his buttocks and sat back down.

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten? Why do you still dare to come?"

The pretty boy choked up his breath and said, "Being beaten is better than being left alone. I'm afraid of being in the wilderness."

The light of his flashlight was extinguished, and after a while of silence, the pretty boy hugged himself and trembled, "You really don't want to make a fire?"

Yan Chi: "Are you going to collect firewood?"

Yan Chi snorted coldly.

Yan Chi had no intention of moving. He took off his coat, walked to a nearby tree, sat down against the trunk, covered himself with his coat, and leaned his head against the tree. Was he going to sleep?
The pretty boy moved over, "Are you going to sleep? Just sleep like this?"

"Then just stay."

"I'm weak..."

Yan Chi glanced in the direction of the car.

The pretty girl followed his line of sight, turning her head this way and then back, "It's okay, she's lying in the back seat, and I'll sit in front with you, so we can sit in the same place."

Yan Chi said: "Squeezing." "Squeezing is better than being blown by the cold wind outside."

Yan Chi closed his eyes, too lazy to talk to him.

The pretty boy was asking for trouble. He hugged his knees and moved, looking closer at Yan Chi. He repeated the words in his mouth several times. By the time he wanted to say what he wanted to say, Yan Chi's breathing had almost stabilized.

He could only sigh and said, "I really don't know which one of us will follow and suffer the consequences. I picked you up in the desert and you tortured me every day, but you saved me twice and followed me around the world, so why bother with you." "

Yan Chi had a chance to escape, he knew it.

The road where the oil tanker truck came out happened to be a fork. Yan Chi's car was behind him. He had originally planned another route. It's no wonder that the pretty boy was suspicious. He took advantage of Yan Chi's lack of attention and leaned on the side of that car. I glanced at the navigation inside the window.

The manor was attacked, there was such a huge movement, people were being gathered and sent away, how could Yan Chi not know about it.

He didn't show up at the time, but later drove out in a car. He was so far away that the pretty boy saw him. When the oil tanker appeared, Yan Chi's car accelerated and knocked his car away before he was hit. .

Tsk.

What bad luck, another injury.

No one responded to his words. The pretty boy looked at Yan Chi, went back to the car, and took out a thin blanket. He wanted to give it to Yan Chi, but gritted his teeth, without even opening the car door, he went to the back and covered it with the thin blanket. in women.

This night, I shouldn't have slept too deeply, but I was too sleepy. It would be dawn when I woke up.

The pretty boy raised the folded seat, rubbed his eyes, squinted and looked outside. Yan Chi was standing at the front of the car.

The pretty boy pushed the door open and got out of the car, "Are you up so early?"

Yan Chi looked sideways at him, "Do you know your father?"

"what?"

Yan Chi motioned him to look forward.