Chapter 153 (2/2)

A simple sentence made the three people in the field excited.

Du Zijian took the lead, rushed over, hugged Sunan with one hand and put the other hand on Zhang Ting's shoulder.

Just come back, just come back. Captain, we miss you so much.

Du Zijian has the best emotional control among the three

But after a long separation and reunion, he still couldn't control his inner excitement, and his voice trembled slightly.

Lao Du, I didn't expect you to say such a disgusting thing! Hahaha. ”Zhang Meng turned to Du Zijian with a smile while struggling.

Unlike you, I talk about why the captain doesn't come back in my bedroom every day! I light three cigarettes at the head of the captain's bed one day. Tell the captain what you mean today!

Du Zijian fought back without showing weakness. The departure of Sunan once made the three of them sad for a long time, and the atmosphere of the bedroom was much lower than before.

”Old Du, don't just give me a little report! Who ran to the dean's office to pat the important people on the table? Don't blame me for my big mouth, Bach!” Zhang Meng said with a smile.

Du Zijian argued, but he put his arm around Zhang Meng's neck and made a mess.

Oh, old Du, you let go, I'm still in pain? ”Zhang Meng wailed.

Fart, are you so delicate with rough skin and thick flesh? ”Du Zijian smiled and scolded while lowering his head and rubbing the glasses frame on his arm.

At this time, Liu Fuxin also recovered his strength and couldn't wait to run.

Captain, I'll come too! ”With Liu Fuxin's strange cry, the whole body flew towards Ruo Sunan. Like Luohan, the four fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

The four of them were lying on the muddy ground in the Kunnan River Valley, laughing loudly, just as they had been drinking and writing on the roof of the dormitory building when they first saw each other.

…

The other side of the Kunnan Valley, near the Bhutan border.

The figure was moving rapidly in the forest. Behind him were a group of Bhutanese who kept two or three meters away from him.

These Bhutanese are the same people who appeared in the Kunnan Valley before.

The figure in the lead also held a black bag with bright red blood oozing from time to time at the bottom of the bag.

Quku now took the heads of the Bhutanese leaders and rushed to the Bhutanese gathering place.

Like the Dean, he was gambling. Qu Ku was gambling whether the patriarch would spare his life if he took the head of the Bhutanese who failed the mission back.

Quku didn't want to escape, but quku was more sober than the arrogant Bhutanese leader: it was absolutely impossible to escape the pursuit of the patriarch.

The only way that sex can live is to make atonement. As for whether the patriarch will give them this opportunity, quku is not sure.

After all, gamblers never know the final result until the dice stop rotating.

The state of mind of the Bhutanese people who followed him was even heavier at the moment. They were forcibly bound together by Qu Ku.

The leader has died, and the escape road has been forcibly cut off by Qu Ku. Now they can only be forced to participate in the gambling with ruoqu Ku.

However, in front of the patriarch, their results may be much more tragic than quku. After all, quku has provided effective information before, and is also a person who has made contributions.

Now it's a capital to kill the leader who is ready to defecte. But what about them? First they were defeated, then they defected, and now they are also weak in protecting the Lord.

So, is it really necessary to go back to the trap with this music library

Even if it's a gamble, is it necessary to participate in such a gamble that you obviously know you have to lose? When you win or lose, you bet on your life!

Uneasiness spread among the crowd, and everyone harbored ghosts.

Several of them exchanged glances, increased their speed and pasted them close to quku.

Kunnan Valley

Another embarrassed figure also fled to the rich in the jungle. His body was full of sand and brush cuts.

Fortunately, this man obviously has rich experience in survival in the wild. Even if he fled in a hurry, he still didn't forget to take his backpack with him, and the necessary supplies didn't fall at all.

Of course, the more important thing has been carried by him: hold it tightly in his arms.

It was a yellow picture of Kun Bao. The man who gave it to him was his grandfather. They had the same surname: David.

In the west, David is the surname. Just like James and George, it is the surname inherited from the family. The west is an immigrant country, and almost all Westerners are immigrants.