Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

5836 also realized that there was something wrong with Jiang Zhiyi's words.

The gossip was pushed aside and the chip was immediately put online.

Screaming: [Host, he, he, he is one of the people who violated the original owner in the original plot! ]

In the afternoon, the four groups of families returned to the team one after another.

The first person to take the task was Jian Weiguo, and unsurprisingly he chose the best house.

It has a separate yard and is warmly decorated.

The program crew put a lot of effort into it.

The second place was Jiang Zhiyi, and the room they chose was a double room.

The house decorated by the program team to look like a hotel is also pretty good.

The third place is Song Jingyu, who has a single room.

Although it's a bit shabby, it's okay. There's a bed.

Song Jingyu seemed to be an optimist and didn't care. He just wanted to experience a different life at that time.

He was so excited.

Bai Lang's group didn't come back until dark. They came to a mud house with dim incandescent lights.

There was only a straw mat inside.

The director asked each family to go back to their own house to rest.

Then there is the bonfire party in the evening.

Bai Lang looked at the land that was difficult to walk on, and the coldness on his face became even greater.

Not only was the weeds in that field difficult to pull, but the sun also made him very angry.

In late summer, walking through the chili pepper trees is a real torture.

At noon, the rice served by the villagers was stiff and tasteless.

I don’t know how the situation on the Internet has developed to that point now.

How did netizens laugh at him?

Bai Lang clenched his fists. It was all because of Jiang Zhiyi.

This day was the darkest day in his life.

It was also the most humiliating day.

Everything he has now is caused by Jiang Zhiyi.

If it weren't for Jiang Zhiyi, how could the program crew dare to neglect him like this.

Damn Jiang Zhiyi, since he was being cyberbullied, why didn’t he just die?

Huangpu Zi followed him to change clothes without saying a word.

He knew that Bai Lang would not treat him badly in front of the camera, but that might not be the case once he entered the room at night.

In my young mind, I always thought about finding the director to replace my father when I had time.

Although Bai Lang threatened him, his mother also said that if you are threatened by a bad person, you must not listen to him.

Don't call the police, don't tell your parents.

Instead, it will allow bad people to do bad things more unscrupulously.

A bad guy will not become good just because he is obedient. The harm he suffers will only become greater because of his cowardice.

You must tell it out, so that the police will help you catch the bad guys.

Otherwise you will always be bullied by bad guys.

As it was getting dark, the village chief's family welcomed the second distinguished guest of the day, Huo Lingyun.

The bonfire party was held as scheduled.

Everyone sat on the ground in a big circle.

Including the villagers who signed up for the party.

The guests and the program staff sat next to each other.

Although everyone was having fun together, Bi Ren still arranged for the program crew and guides to place the eight guests in the middle.

Never take it lightly.

Human hearts are unpredictable. If something happens to a guest, not only will he be condemned by society, but he himself will also feel guilty.

He will do anything to achieve the desired effect for the show, but one must have a bottom line as a human being.

It's not just for his reputation in the circle, but also to be true to his own heart.

Song Jingyu came out first and took a seat.

When he saw Jiang Zhiyi, he patted the place around him and asked Jiang Zhiyi to come over.

Now that Xue Du had arrived, Huo Yunxiu no longer watched Song Jingyu and let Song Jingyu do whatever he wanted.

The eight of them were seated in the following order: Jian Weiguo, Song Zichen, Fang Yubo, Song Jingyu, Jiang Zhiyi, Huo Yunxiu, Huang Puzi, and Bai Lang.

The village chief meant for Xue Du and Huo Lingyun to sit next to him.

After all, these two young men who came here to collect folk songs are obviously not ordinary people, and they cannot be neglected.

Xue Du decisively refused and chose the seat opposite Jiang Zhiyi.

He paid the village chief a lot of rent for the house.

The village chief also made very appropriate arrangements for him.

Right in front of Jiang Zhiyi's position.

Huo Lingyun naturally sat with Xue Du.

Looking at the man who was sticking to Jiang Zhiyi, Huo Lingyun looked at Xue Du with fire in his eyes:

"Hey, take care of your wife."

Xue Du calmly raised his glass to Jiang Zhiyi and drank from a distance: "My wife doesn't need anyone to take care of her."

Jiang Zhiyi's face opposite was reflected by the campfire, and her face was as clear and smooth as frost.

She is so beautiful that she doesn’t look like an ordinary person.

Every frown and smile touches people's hearts.

Xue Du drank a glass of wine in succession.

Only then did I suppress the heat in my heart.

Song Jingyu, who was standing by, also noticed Jiang Zhiyi's abnormality belatedly.

Frequently looking towards the opposite side.

He also looked over.

It was not a big deal to see Huo Lingyun.

He took the wine from his lips and spilled it all over himself.

"I'll go change my clothes." Song Jingyu left the table in a hurry.

At the same time, Huo Lingyun also left.

In the lively atmosphere, adults drank wine and children were also happy.

Huang Puzi glanced at Huo Yunxiu secretly.

Huo Yunxiu sat upright, his little face full of seriousness.

Not affected by the current environment at all.

Even more powerful than the director looks.

Huang Puzi couldn't help but think that maybe Huo Yunxiu could also help him.

Bai Lang was watching him closely, so it was impossible for him to meet with the director alone.

Now we can only save ourselves.

Bai Lang was drinking by himself.

Huang Puzi leaned over Huo Yunxiu's hand and secretly pulled Huo Yunxiu's sleeve.

Huo Yunxiu lowered his eyes and looked.

Seeing that little hand, he shifted his gaze upwards and looked towards Huangpu Zi.

Huang Puzi leaned close to Huo Yunxiu's ear and said, "Save me! Bai Lang is a bad guy. He beat me and threatened me."

The voice was very soft, but Huo Yunxiu heard it clearly.

He has always had a bad impression of Bai Lang.

Huang Puzi said this without any doubt.

His family doesn't have those troubles, but Song Jingyu's family has a lot.

His elder brother often helped the heartless Song Jingyu deal with things behind the scenes.

He also watched a lot.

At first glance, Bai Lang is the kind of person who pretends to be weak to gain sympathy, and is pure on the surface but evil on the inside.

Beating children is Black Heart Lotus’ favorite thing to do.

Just like eating children is the old witch's favorite thing to do.

"Don't be afraid." Huo Yunxiu held Huang Puzi's hand tightly.

Suddenly, Bai Lang also grabbed Huang Puzi's other hand and said, "Little boy, you can't whisper."

He said this with a smile, and only Huangpu Zi knew how terrifying his smile was.

"We were discussing which one would be the best tonight, what do you think?"

Suddenly Huo Yunxiu leaned forward and looked at Bai Lang.

A small person with clear black and white eyes.

Bai Lang's heart skipped a beat when he was stared at.

I actually felt a sense of fear.

Then he became angry and embarrassed because he was threatened by a child.

As expected, everyone was bullying him.

A child would want to ride on his head.

"Oh, which one is the most delicious?" Bai Lang asked.

Now is not the time to deal with them, there are cameras here.

Humph, if an accident happens in such a remote place, no one can blame anyone else.

If Huo Yunxiu wanted to blame someone, he should blame him for following Jiang Zhiyi.

If Jiang Zhiyi wanted to blame someone, she should blame the place the director team found.

If the director team wants to blame someone, they should blame the poor and remote mountains and rivers for producing unruly people.

"Prison food!" Huo Yunxiu said.

The sound was not loud, but loud enough for Bai Lang to hear.

Bai Lang's expression changed again.

He didn't expect that such a little kid would dare to threaten him.

The veins on the hand holding the wine glass were exposed.