Tyrant Romance

The mountainside was full of green bamboos, and Ji Hanzhi rolled all the way down with Zheng Xiang in his arms, bumping his body against the bamboos from time to time. The sound of rustling bamboo leaves on the bamboo forest startled some birds hiding from the rain.

Seeing the birds flying across the sky in panic, Ji Hanzhi thought in a daze, oh shit, it finally stopped.

That's right, they miraculously didn't roll off the cliff, and they were so lucky that they could buy a hundred welfare lottery tickets, guaranteeing that Zhang Zhang would win the prize.

Unfortunately, Ji Hanzhi felt a burning pain on his back, as if he had been slashed several times with a knife. His waist was clinging to a bamboo, precariously supporting the weight of him and Zheng Xiang. After bumping into pieces, I can still imagine the bamboo slowly, slowly bending, and finally snapping. Two lives were lost, no, three lives may also be lost.

... Zheng thought there was still Cui Qi's flesh and blood in his stomach?

The rain poured down and drenched them cruelly. The hillside became muddy and slippery. Ji Hanzhi wanted to support the ground with his feet, but found that it was so slippery that he couldn't stand on it!

"Woooo...Mr. Ji..." Zheng Xiang cried in fright in his arms.

"Don't cry!" Ji Hanzhi gritted his teeth. He thought that the Pegasus Meteor Fist last night was really useless, and his waist was in severe pain again. This time he was completely injured, "Are you still a man? Wipe away your tears and get up by yourself , pull the bamboo pole and climb up.”

Zheng wanted to cry stickily, and he murmured: "Mr. Ji, my arm hurts so much, it's bleeding, blood... woo, no strength..."

Most likely, it was scratched by something sharp when it rolled down, and a slender arm was scrapped. Ji Hanzhi could imagine that the big local tyrant was so distressed that he was furious.

"Injured...how? Is the wound deep?" Ji Hanzhi blinked, the rain blurred his vision, and his mouth smelled like grass.

Zheng Xiang tried to raise his arm, and the sleeves of his white shirt were really bright red, "It hurts, it hurts, Mr. Ji, will we, will we die?"

"What nonsense!" Ji Hanzhi is a very, very superstitious person, he reprimanded with a straight face, "Can the word death be said casually, what if the King of Yama hears it?" If you play, you will cry blind, okay?

Zheng Xiang nodded timidly, sobbing, "Mr. Ji, I won't talk, I won't talk, what should we do?"

What can I do, salad!Ji Hanzhi's lips were pale, and his body temperature dropped rapidly. It looked like he was hugging Zheng Xiang, but Zheng Xiang was actually pressing him.The bamboo behind it was already frightening, and when the weight of the two of them crushed it, Ji Hanzhi couldn't bear it even more.

"You pull the bamboo above and get up." Ji Hanzhi frowned and said, "Use the other hand."

Zheng Xiang tried to bend his body to grab a bamboo that was only an arm's length away from them, but unexpectedly the hillside was too steep and slippery. Zheng Xiang slipped when he touched the bamboo, and his whole body slid down heavily. Once again Mount Tai crushed the top and flattened Ji Hanzhi.

"Hmm!" Ji Hanzhi was really seriously injured, and he didn't practice Qishangquan so hard. He had a premonition that he might be inhumane, and the big local tyrant might have to find another male anchor.

"Mr. Ji, did I hurt you?! Huh, are you okay?" Zheng Xiang tried his best to turn his head to look at him, but he could only see half of Ji Hanzhi's distorted and pale face.

"It's okay..." Shit.

It is a traditional virtue of the Chinese people to say that it is all right, to report good news but not bad news.

Ji Hanzhi heard the swaying of bamboo leaves above him amidst the sound of torrential rain, and knew that the heroic bamboo idiot behind him might be going back to the field.

Behind, is the misty mountain stream.In front of him was Zheng Xiang who was as heavy as a piglet.

It is a dilemma, and it is impossible to retreat, and it is difficult to advance.

Ji Hanzhi said: "Open your voice and call for help." How slow are you guys to remember calling for help at this time? !

Zheng wanted to cry so weakly that he shouted like a little sheep, "Help...help...we, we are down here..."

who's down thereI am not bottom!Ji Hanzhi hastily denied it in his heart.

It's just that this kind of cries for help can't beat Ji Hanzhi's cries | bed, it's useless.Who would have thought that the two of them were hanging on the mountainside?I was drenched by the heavy rain, and I could see my pink tits under the thin shirt, okay?

Who will the big local tyrant perform for?

Zheng Xiang yelled for a long time, his voice became softer and weaker, and finally despaired, he fell on the ground and cried helplessly: "I haven't married Teacher Cui yet, woo woo, I can only talk about it after I die..."

Could it be that you want to marry in the dark?This is a bad habit, what the fuck.

Ji Hanzhi scolded weakly: "Little bastard, don't miss your brother too much, he will die of grief."

Suddenly Zheng Xiang burst into a heart-piercing cry, "Brother...Brother...I miss you...Brother..."

It turned out that this was Zheng Xiang's fatal point, as soon as he stepped on it, it would detonate.

You miss your brother, let me think about at the last moment of my life, who do I think of?It’s still Xiong’s son. I was supposed to take him out to play today, but he ended up hanging in the middle of the mountain for no reason. You must not tell Ji Xin about this, otherwise he will definitely ask with his stupid ass head: “Dad, is it fun for Dad to hang there? ?”

Is not fun!

Hearing the sound of the bamboo cracking, Ji Hanzhi gritted his teeth and said, "Zheng Xiang, don't cry, try again, grab that bamboo! Quick!"

Zheng wanted to cry in a daze, and tried his best to grab the bamboo. He didn't know that his foot was actually stepping on Ji Hanzhi's leg, and it was Ji Hanzhi who supported him without saying a word.

In the end, he finally caught the bamboo, bursting into tears, turned around and shouted, "Teacher Ji, I caught it!"

Kara.Bamboo uprooted | out.

Ji Hanzhi smiled at him, and slid down the cliff with the broken bamboos, bumping into countless thin bamboos, none of which could support his weight.

"Teacher Ji—" Zheng Xiang clenched his heart tightly and yelled frantically.

It was raining and foggy, and soon, Ji Hanzhi's figure disappeared into the white mist, and he didn't know where he fell.

Zheng wanted to break the bamboo with one hand and grasp the grass on the ground weakly with the other. He stared at the vast and deep stream in a daze, unable to believe that Teacher Ji died like this.Died, died for saving him.

"Zheng Xiang—Zheng Xiang—where are you—"

The high-spirited shouts of the students came from above his head, Zheng Xiang was taken aback, licked the rainwater off his face, and shouted loudly: "I am here——I, I am below——" He was really below.

"Ah! He's down there! Everyone, hurry up!" Someone spotted him and hurriedly called his companions to come over.

Zheng wanted to bear the rain all over his face and looked up longingly. He saw a few figures in the mist, and for the first time felt like Columbus, "I'm here—help——"

Well, there is still a gap with Columbus.

He held the life-saving bamboo tightly, and after waiting for a long time, a rope was finally thrown down. Someone slowly moved down from it. It was a middle-aged man in a fire suit.

"Young man, hold on, I'll pull you up!"

After finishing speaking, the firefighter uncle descended to his side and fastened the retractable buckle around his waist, "Hold on to the rope, we will take you up!"

"Wait!" Zheng Xiang cast a glance behind and begged, "There are still people down there, please go down there and save them! Please!"

"Below? You mean under the cliff?" The firefighter uncle was shocked.

Zheng Xiang gritted his teeth in pain and nodded, "It's our teacher, he rolled, rolled down to save me..."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and said solemnly: "Go up first, and then we will send people down to search and rescue him."

Zheng Xiang looked back at Yaxia reluctantly, he kept praying, nothing happened, nothing happened, Mr. Ji, you must be well, please.

"Ah! Come up!" The students waited anxiously, and finally saw Zheng Xiang being pulled up, followed by cheers.

Cui Qi strode forward and hugged Zheng Xiang, "Are you injured?"

Zheng Xiang shook his head numbly, and said sadly: "I'm fine, I'm fine, go and save Teacher Ji! He's still below!"

Cui Qi suddenly changed his face, his face was ashen, "Ji Hanzhi is down there? He fell too?"

The uncle firefighter on the side added: "I rolled down the cliff. I don't know if I am dead or alive. We have to go down to search and rescue, and we have to send people to support."

After Cui Qi heard it, his face became more and more ugly, and his voice changed, "He... rolled off the cliff?"

Ziwei jumped off the cliff because she wanted Erkang, so why are you joining in the fun, Ji Hanzhi!

Cui Qi shouted: "Hurry up, save him! I'll help you go down the mountain and contact the fire brigade!" After shouting, he hugged Zheng Xiang and said, "I'll take you down the mountain to the hospital."

"Don't, don't! I want to see Teacher Ji rescued! He can't die, he can't die..." Zheng Xiang was filled with remorse, tears streaming down his face.

The other students were also crying, and they couldn't believe that Ji Cao, who was playing and laughing with them just now, died like this!Lin Daiyu is not as miserable as him!

The fire brigade on the mountain was a militia organization, not a professional one. If you really wanted to search and rescue, you had to call the fire brigade from the town. Cui Qi carried Zheng Xiang down the mountain by bus, and immediately called 119 when he got back to the hotel.

Shang Minghan saw them coming back in a state of distress, and hurriedly asked, "Are you fighting in the field?"

Cui Qi glared at him, and said coldly: "Call 119, another teacher of our team fell off a cliff, and the situation is critical now."

Boss Shang was dumbfounded, "Which teacher is so unfortunate!"

"Ji Hanzhi." Cui Qi spat out two words, and carried Zheng Xiang upstairs, because he found that this little fool's arm was bleeding non-stop, ah, it's all like this, what's the use of wanting to stay on the mountain!

After Boss Shang dialed 119, he called his boss the next second, sweating profusely, "Hey, boss, something is wrong!"

"Surprised, someone robbed your hotel?" Zheng Chao took his time, completely unaware of the accident.

Boss Shang was about to cry: "Boss, Madam fell off the cliff! Now I don't know if it's dead or alive!"

"...What did you say?" Zheng Chao paused, thinking he was hallucinating, "You mean, my wife?"

"That's right," Boss Shang, who is about 1.9 meters tall, cried, "Boss, how many wives do you have?"

No, only this one.Zheng Chao held his mobile phone and thought in a daze.

The author has something to say: Although it is not a cliff, it is also a steep slope. It is really dangerous to roll down. . .Good luck to Teacher Ji. .The big local tyrant is here to save you. .