Yin Hong

"Where is he exactly?" Yawen quickly shuttled through the jungle, while keeping his attention focused on the surrounding environment and sounds.

"In...uh, in..." Sancel followed him, stretched out his hands and gesticulated with a frown, then shook his hands, sticking out his tongue and said like a rascal: "I I can’t even tell! Anyway, I can go anyway, the map that the old man drew for me is weird, it looks very annoying.”

"Since you can't understand the direction of the map, how do you know where it is?" Yawen stopped, frowned and looked at him threateningly, "Sancel, do you still remember that I told you just now?" Did you say anything?"

"I remember, I remember." Sancel looked at him with slanted eyes, "You always don't believe me, aren't we lovers who love each other deeply?"

"Love." Yawen nodded with a smile, "I love you so much that if you don't explain it well, I will immediately stab you to death, and then jump into the sea with your body in my arms."

"Actually, this is also great." Sancel flinched, and then showed a fascinated expression. It was not until Yawen's face became more and more ugly that he restrained himself a little, reached out and clenched his fist to gently rub against his arm After moving a few times, I said, "It's my intuition. As long as I look at the map, I can probably know how to go, and I don't need to memorize other miscellaneous things."

Yawen raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

He believed that Sancerre had this talent and ability, and this guy would never be able to judge according to common sense.But this does not mean that the road ahead is without danger. As long as he still stays with this guy, Yawen feels that he will never be in a safe range.

"Trust me, Yawen." Sancer put away the weird expression on his face, trying to make his expression serious, "I won't let anyone hurt you."

Yawen looked back at him with a slight smile, and asked, "Does anyone include yourself?"

Sancel was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips and muttered a few words, and followed him at a very close distance behind him.Yawen didn't hear what he was saying, and didn't care what he said specifically, as long as he was still following behind him, that was enough.

"Don't forget that you are leading the way. If I go in the wrong direction and you haven't stopped me, I will never know where I will go." Yawen quickened his pace without turning his head reminded.

"I won't let us get lost." Sancer smiled distortedly behind him, "Follow me and we'll be fine."

"Thank God for that."

They walked for a long time, and this small island could not be said to be particularly large, but the vegetation was dense and it was quite difficult to walk.When he finally saw the flat land again, Yawen looked up at the scorching sun that had tilted a lot, thinking whether they could make it back before dusk—or, in other words, whether they could go back.

"What are you thinking?" Sancel asked him in a low voice.

"I'm thinking, if I'm going to be planted here today, at least I'll look at the beautiful sunshine a few more times." Yawen retracted his eyes, leaned close to his face, and said with an inexplicable smile.

"You won't be planted here." Sancer laughed cooperating with him, "I won't either."

"So sure?"

"Very sure." Sancer leaned forward and got closer to Yawen, sticking out his tongue and gently licking his lower lip, "You promised me, do it when you get back, I don't want to die here. "

"Is that going to be killed on the bed by me?" It was the first time Yawen said such rude words outright, but he just felt that all of this was enough, facing Sancerre, there was nothing to continue to insist on .

"Okay...okay." Sancer's breathing became rapid again, panting heavily, staring at Yawen with a flushed face, "Just follow what you said, listen to you, kill me me!"

Yawen looked at him coldly for a while, then replied softly: "When we go back, everything will be as you wish."

After he finished speaking, he turned around again, observed the edge of the jungle for a while, and after making sure that there was no one else, he walked out carefully.Sancerre was still following behind him, stretching out his hand to gently grab the hem of his clothes to prevent him from walking too fast.But Yawen could still hear his panting clearly, as if he was still calming down the boiling blood in his chest.

In front of them was a simple hut made of mud and stones, which looked a bit like the one by the sea.

Sancer walked up to Yawen, tilted his head to look at the appearance of the hut, and said, "This is it."

"Here?" Yawen asked with a smile and frowning, "You mean that guy called Mohola, who is squatting in this hut waiting for us? Is there a secret passage?"

"I don't know." Sancer shrugged, "The old man only told me that it was here, and we probably have to find it ourselves."

"Then let's go." Yawen nodded, and took the lead to move towards the direction of the hut.

"Don't go so fast." Sancer muttered dissatisfiedly, "It's dangerous, I have to protect you."

"My biggest source of danger is you." Yawen shook his head, but still slowed down and waited for him to catch up. At the same time, he didn't say anything more. He kept his footsteps as light as possible and moved to the hut as quietly as possible. the door.

He and Sancerre stood on both sides of the door, and slowly opened the door after Sancer looked over.After confirming that there was no one in the hut, he lifted his foot over the threshold and walked into the hut.

The moment he walked into the hut, his intuition alerted him to the danger almost immediately, and at the same time, a shout rang in his ears.

"do not move!"

☆、Chapter 054