Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Hearing Mo Shangyun's shout, Liang Zhiqiong rushed over immediately.

Liang Zhiqiong, who can't burn fire or build a shelter, can only follow Peng Yuqiu to find food, but after so long, she has found two wild fruits, which can be put down with one hand, so there is no hindrance. Ran over.

Mo Shangyun glanced at her, and it was no surprise that Liang Zhiqiong, who did not find food, raised his hand and handed the hare to Liang Zhiqiong, and said lazily: "Send it to you."

"what?"

Liang Zhiqiong's eyes widened in surprise.

For her?

She... did you get it right?

Liang Zhiqiong took a closer look at Mo Shangyun, and could not help swallowing. He wanted to determine whether it was possible that such a shameless character of Mo Shangyun came to play with her.

"Reward at noon."

The hand paused in the air for three seconds, and Mo Shangyun was impatient.

"Oh."

A dangling heart fell to the ground, Liang Zhiqiong hurriedly took the hare.

At the end, I added a pretense, "Thank you."

Peng Yuqiu looked at the dialogue between the two, peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, a little small opinion, but in the end he still said nothing.

Mo Shangjun's hare, whoever he wants, will give it to anyone.

After handing out the hare, Mo Shangyun clapped his hands and asked Chao Peng Yu Qiu, "Go back?"

"Well." Peng Yuqiu nodded.

"Then go."

Shrugging, Mo Shangjun took the lead in the front.

Liang Zhiqiong, who received the bribe, followed Fangdian Fangdian with Mo Shangyun, and even reduced his attention to Peng Yuqiu.

Peng Yuqiu: "..."

It was really killed by Mo Shangyun.

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A group of people returned to the camp with great might.

Go back this time and get three good news:

1. Drilling wood and getting fire is a complete success, they can enjoy the fire light after dark.

Second, the Tang poetry, Song Dynasty, Song Dynasty and Yuan Dynasty, three of them, successfully used their survival skills to catch many small fish in the nearby river, enough for dozens of them to beat their teeth.

3. The team led by Duan Zimu went smoothly and was able to complete the construction of the shelter by 8:30 in the evening. This is half an hour earlier than they expected.

It was getting dark.

Six piles of bonfires and six cooking groups began to roast small fish around the bonfire and distribute wild fruits.

Oh, and the team that Liang Zhiqiong is in is roasting the hare lively.

Mo Shangjun sat near the first campfire and studied their map this time.

No one bothered her, but just automatically bypassed the gap, not covering the fire light she used to illuminate.

On the empty grass, it gradually became lively and busy, and there was a lot of laughter and laughter. Under the tranquil environment, all the students returned to themselves, no longer vigorously competing on the training ground; nor were they vigorously Running forward can't see the end; it's not that I always worry about being deducted and I will leave the baggage someday.

"I depend, there are fireflies!"

When it was completely dark, someone shouted loudly on the lively grass.

Gradually, this call almost disturbed all the students present.

Mo Shangjun folded the map in his hand and looked up in the noisiest direction.

Crowds of people, one by one, look forward to seeing the spectacle, scrambling, that is a few fireflies flying near the river bank, under the night, like a little bit of fluorescent light, blinking, it is the scenery that is particularly accompanied by the night .

Mo Shangyun glanced at him for a while, and he quickly took back his eyes.

When I was young, I followed the masters and ran around. I have seen a lot of scenery in the natural world. Most of the students here grew up in the city. It is normal for them not to have seen it.

Finally, let them relax.

Stretching a lazy waist, Mo Shangjun tucked the map into his pocket, then stood up from the grass.

Fireflies come out, mosquitoes come out too, staying in one place for a long time, it is easy to be bitten into a horse honeycomb.

"Mo Shangyun! Mo Shangyun!"

After walking a few steps, I saw Liang Zhiqiong sitting at the campfire and beckoning with her.

Mo Shangyun touched his ear and walked towards her.

As soon as she approached, Liang Zhiqiong also stood up from the ground. She patted the grass-soaked trousers, then took the rabbit legs from Tang Shi, and walked towards Mo Shangjun in two or two steps.

"Here, for you."

Liang Zhiqiong's hand stretched out, and the big long hand almost poked the rabbit's leg onto Mo Shangjun's face.

Fortunately, Mo Shangyun hid quickly, took a step back, and kept a certain distance from the newly baked rabbit leg.

Glancing at Liang Zhiqiong obliquely, she saw Liang Zhiqiong's oil-painted face somehow when there were more black and gray spots, and the corners of her mouth flicked slightly, and she took the rabbit leg over.

"Do you want to sit together?"

Liang Zhiqiong sent an invitation to Mo Shangyun without any pretensions.

Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Shangjun bypassed Liang Zhiqiong without saying a word. When Liang Zhiqiong turned around unknown, Mo Shangjun sat generously in the position where Liang Zhiqiong had previously sat.

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

Grandma bears, this product is really welcome!

Taking a deep breath, Liang Zhiqiong meditated in his heart for three seconds, "The old lady didn't care about her." Then she walked over with her sleeves and sat down next to Mo Shangyun.

This sitting successfully squeezed Tang poetry aside.

Fortunately, Song Ci and Yuan Qu on the other side of Tang Poetry squeezed out and gave way here, but it didn't matter.

Mo Shangjun bit the rabbit's leg, and Yu Guang noticed Liang Zhiqiong's two legs in the corner of his eye, and could not help frowning, "put down the trouser legs."

It should have been just in the river. Both trousers were wet. Liang Zhiqiong directly pulled the trousers up, exposing half of the calf. The skin hidden under the trousers all year round was not damaged, but the white dangling was conspicuous... …And it’s easy to be targeted by mosquitoes.

"Oh."

Liang Zhiqiong responded, and put down his two trousers obediently.

"Instructor Mo, you are so familiar with the wild, you should have a lot of experience in survival in the wild?" A group of students surrounded by the bonfire asked Mo Shangyun enthusiastically.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun bit the hare again.

There is no salt, no seasoning, and the roast is a little burnt, and the taste is very bad.

Mo Shangyun suddenly thought of Ye Qianxiao, a man who could make food into poison.

In contrast, this food is still able to be imported, and Mo Shangyun balanced his heart and continued to eat.

"Are there any interesting experiences?" the student asked again.

"Have."

"Tell us about it." There was a humane at the campfire immediately.

Beside Liang Zhiqiong nodded vigorously, "Yeah yeah, anyway, boring, you talk about it."

Mo Shangyun bite another bite of rabbit meat quietly.

By the campfire, many eyes were fixed on her, holding her breath.

Even You Nianyu unknowingly stopped Tim's movements and locked her eyes on her.

Slowly swallowing the rabbit meat, Mo Shangyun frowned slightly, looked away, looked around, but asked, "Who baked it?"

"257."

Liang Zhiqiong, who hadn't waited for the story, pointed to the Journey of Disappointment with disappointment.

Mo Shangyun looked up at You Nianyu and seemed to sincerely comment: "The taste is too bad."

You Nianyu: "..."

Liang Zhiqiong: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Hey! This is wild, there is no material! You are always so demanding, why don't you come by yourself? !

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment and silence.

Mo Shangyun continued to eat rabbit legs with peace of mind.

Soon, one after another, others began to eat their few dinners, and gradually became lively. However, no one asked Mo Shangyun any more.

Mo Shangjun finished eating the rabbit meat in his hand and threw his bones into the trash.

Clapping her hands, she just wanted to stand up and saw someone walking behind Liang Zhiqiong, so she frowned slightly and stopped for a while.

"277."

Behind, someone called Liang Zhiqiong.

"Ah?" Liang Zhiqiong raised his head when he heard it, and saw a male student who was familiar but unfamiliar.

The male student lowered his head, and even a black face could see red. He was embarrassed and hurriedly said: "177 something is wrong with you."

"I have no time." Liang Zhiqiong frowned.

"You must go, he is waiting for you at a distance of 500 meters downstream." The male student finished quickly, when he turned around and wanted to go, he was awkward and told her again, "Remember, I must go what."

After the instructions, the male student quickly slipped away, and when he ran back to his bonfire, he could still hear the laughter there.

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong looked at the man inexplicably.

When I came back, I saw the students near the campfire staring at her, and I was not surprised even with ink on Jun. I was embarrassed for no reason.

Liang Zhiqiong was angry and annoyed, "What do you see? I haven't seen a beauty!"

"Ziqiong, don't you pass?" Tang Shi on the side asked curiously.

"Don't go!"

Liang Zhiqiong cut the railway.

She couldn't remember what that 177 looked like.

Instead, when I think about it, it is Peng Yuqiu's face, sometimes helpless, sometimes stern, and sometimes gentle.

As soon as Liang Zhiqiong thought about it, the rabbit ran into his heart, realizing that he was being watched by so many people, and he became more embarrassed.

Grandma is a bear, just pursue it. If you want to make it known to everyone, can't you be as low-key as she is? !

Humph!

Thinking about this, Liang Zhiqiong's eyes turned, and he could not help raising his eyes to look around the grass.

In this regard, while discovering many students who are concerned about this side, they also...

Hit Peng Yuqiu's eyes.

Peng Yuqiu stood a little further away. There was no bonfire nearby, only the moonlight. The line of sight was very dark. Liang Zhiqiong couldn't even see his face, but he could recognize him at a glance.

However, the peach blossom eyes under the helmet were dark and bright, and the meaning was deep. When it hit him cold, Liang Zhiqiong was astonished.

Heart, thump thump, thump thump, uncontrollable jump.

Liang Zhiqiong thought for a moment, wondering if she was guilty or nympho, so she quickly took her gaze back.

She lowered her head, and the brim covered most of her face. She put food in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. If she looked carefully, she could even see her slightly trembling fingers.

Soon, Tang poetry began to drive the topic, gradually shifting their attention away, so that their eyes no longer focused on Liang Zhiqiong, Liang Zhiqiong slowly calmed down.

By this time, she had finished eating everything in her hand.

Looking at the palm, she raised her head slightly, and then looked at Mo Shangyun on the side.

After thinking for a while, she approached Mo Shangjun next to her little by little.

After moving for a while, there was still a big gap between the two.

"Say something."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and turned his head a little impatiently.

Liang Zhiqiong simply sat over and sat closely with Mo Shangyun.

"Mo Shangjun, you said," Liang Zhiqiong bit his lip corner hesitantly, seeking advice from Mo Shangjun, "Should I go over to see it and tell people clearly?"

Mo Shangyun said lightly: "I don't know."

Clearly thinking about it, to see if Peng Yuqiu will worry, he has to cover it up with "speak clearly", which is also a verbal misconception.

"You gave me an idea."

Liang Zhiqiong knocked her arm down, her voice low, but she seemed to be coquettish.

Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly, "I have no idea."

"Aren't you the one with the most ideas?"

"Ok?"

Squinting, Mo Shanjun gave her a slightly threatening look.

"No, it means you have many ideas." Liang Zhiqiong second counsel.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids, "Go if you want."

Liang Zhiqiong is not without ideas, she just wants to find someone to let her "go" and just pass with kindness.

After all, if you just want to refuse 177, just don't go, it's simpler.

"You said it!"

Fist in both hands, Liang Zhiqiong's eyes brightened.

Mo Shangyun looked at her faintly, "Wash the little face and go again."

"……okay."

Liang Zhiqiong responded and stood up from the ground.