As soon as the fat man left here, Qi Lechuan returned to the camp. She reached out to find Pan Zi's forehead.

In an instant, Pan Zi opened his eyes suddenly and held her wrist with one hand. It was the stress reaction of many years of special forces.

She looked down at Pan Zi, "Uncle Pan Zi, you didn't respond when you stabbed you with a needle."

Seeing that the boy was still wearing mud, Pan Zi let go of his hand. Seeing that her fair wrist was a little red, his white lips slightly pursed, "Mr. Xiao Ba, offended."

Pan Zi realized again that he was not wearing a shirt and his wound was still exposed. He moved, trying to cover his body with something.

Qi Lechuan sat down, his eyes dark, "Don't block it, I've seen it. Uncle Pan Zi's lifeless gameplay has been playing for half a lifetime, so can't he change the gameplay?"

This tone is so sarcastic that it's a bit angry.

Pan Zi pursed his lips, knowing that the eighth master of the Qi family has always been like this, and it is not uncommon to educate the elders in turn, but why did he feel guilty?

"Lechuan, at this time of crisis, I was able to protect the third master." Pan Zi spoke very seriously, and regarded protecting the Wu family as a responsibility.

She looked at his wound with her eyes and said blankly, "It's not good to be too loyal."

She was extremely indifferent, and she was transmitting her personal indifference and ruthless operation.

Pan Zi chuckled, "Master Xiao Ba, if it were you, you would have saved them without hesitation, right?"

Yes, she will stand up even more.

But, she said quietly, "But at least I won't let myself get hurt."

Pan Zi paused for a moment and he was watching Qi Lechuan grow up. With her skills, it was normal to not be injured.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the tent, and Qi Lechuan tilted his head to look at Pan Zi, "I will listen to my brother for the time being and follow you and never show up."

Pan Zi was puzzled, didn’t he remember it?

Before he could ask, the young man had already escaped. Only then did he realize that the young man had lied to him at that time, and the young man remembered that he had a younger brother.

At night, Wuxie applied mud on Pan Zi's face.

Pan Zi opened his eyes slightly and said, "Mr. Three, can this really protect himself from snakes?"

Wuxie carefully applied mud on his side face, and his tone was lighter, "Of course, the guy said, he is back, they are applying mud on the tent."

Wuxie said, the mud was applied to Pan Zi's back. Through her clothes, Pan Zi took a breath of cold air, her face twisted, and she couldn't help but groan, her face full of forbearance.

Wuxie paused, raised his hand, his eyes moved slightly, lifted Pan Zi's clothes, revealing the scars on his back, crisscrossing, and the stitched threads crawled like centipedes, ferocious and terrifying.

Wuxie looked a little ugly, and he said, "Pan Zi, you can't get water on your back. I'll find you a piece of mud cloth later."

"Okay." Pan Zi.

"I didn't expect that this fat man's stitching technique is pretty good. He just feels awkward no matter how he looks at it. He always feels like he has seen it somewhere." Wuxie said.

"He, this is the needle method to put on the soles of the shoe." Pan Zi said helplessly.

"Fat Master is indeed versatile."

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man lifted the curtain and said anxiously, "It's not good, come out quickly."

Wuxie looked back simply, "I have already painted mud."

The fat man said oh, this stupid and innocent, "It has nothing to do with the mud. Your third uncle has left you a letter, hurry up."

When the fat man mentioned the third uncle, Pan Zi supported himself and asked Wuxie to hold him up quickly, "Don't move, come back later to tell you the situation."

Pan Zi couldn't get up, so he could only nod and agreed.

Wuxie pulled out the clothes for Pan Zi and walked out of the door.

Under the reflection of the fire outside, they saw the words left by Uncle San on the stone slab.

‘We have found the ultimate entrance, and we will never return when we enter. From now on, we will leave forever. We will have no regrets and no regrets. And here we are dangerous. You can leave quickly and do not stay.’

After Wuxie's thoughts, his face darkened. The words left behind were like suicide notes.

The fat man said, "Your third uncle, you don't plan to come back alive."

The guy looked slightly and had no reaction.

When the fat man saw Wuxie not talking, he realized that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. He hurriedly made up for it and said, "Yeah, naive, who is Wu Sansheng? It's true, false, false, don't worry, we will chase him tomorrow."

Wuxie got up, his face fell down, and he was silent for two seconds, "This old fox, do whatever he wants to prevent me from following him."

Qi Lechuan, not far away, sat on the branch, shook his feet, with wheat on his ears, and the conversation between Wuxie and others was inside.

Qi Jiujiu leaned against the tree, knocked his eyes, and listened to the movements around him.

"Little devil, did the third uncle take Wuxie and Jie Yuchen to calculate his fortune?" Qi Lechuan suddenly started a topic.

Qi Jiujiu raised his eyes and thought for a few minutes before answering, "Yes, the old man who was the fortune teller said that Wuxie was messy with his hand tattoos and was born to worry about his fate."

Qi Lechuan looked at the moon in the sky and his voice softened, "I'm talking about Brother Xiaohua."

"He?" Qi Jiujiu stood firm and his mind was full of imagination. This stupid Chuan asked Wuxie, was he interested in Jie Yuchen?

Suddenly I remembered that even he himself said that Xie Yuchen is more suitable for Qi Lechuan than Wuxie.

Thinking of this, the pair of peach blossom eyes narrowed in the darkness, with a hint of unfathomable depth, and the heart that should have no feeling felt a little bored.

Then his tone became much deeper, "The old man said that Yuchen was the life of a noble man."

When his tone was not right, Qi Lechuan looked up at him, and he instantly changed into a hippie smile.

She turned around again, why did she feel that the little guy's tone is wrong and he is like resentment, but it is not wrong to smile.

She continued, "The life of a noble person is not expensive. This kind of fate is rare, and he is also an innocent noble person."

Qi Jiujiu's expression then calmed down, and she was sure that she was chatting and had no purpose. He also imitated her to sit down and sit beside her.

Listen to her continue.

"He is also my nobleman."

"Where do you start?" the little ghost answered.

"He is rich, and it's convenient to go anywhere. You can arrange it for me with just one phone call." She joked seriously, and she likes to tell such cold jokes the most.

The little ghost blew, "That's the ability to make money."

She said again, "The long night is long, so you have to talk about some interesting topics, otherwise it will be easy to sleep. When you want to sleep, your eyes will become dizzy. So, the moon seems to be blurred."

Qi Jiujiu also looked up and saw that his voice was very clean, with a proud and upright voice, "Yes, the moon can't see clearly."

There were rustling sounds around, but they were far away, so Qi Jiujiu didn't want to pay attention to it for the time being.

Qi Lechuan rubbed his eyes, and the things in front of him became more and more blurry, as if there was a layer of fog. She was shocked. The chat was so comfortable that she temporarily relaxed her vigilance.

"It's a poisonous obstacle!" She reacted, her eyes no longer shined.

The rustling sounds around him were getting closer and closer.

The poisonous obstacles of a rainforest blurred the vision, and Qi Jiujiu did not react much to natural things.

Until Qi Lechuan raised his palm and shook it in front of him, her eyes did not blink. She was not panicked, and she was still rational and said, "Little kid, listen to me, this poisonous obstacle has affected my eyes. I can't see it for the time being. Observe the surroundings and place me in a safe place, and then go to help Wuxie and the others."
Chapter completed!