When Song Yiran heard this, his brows frowned.

Should Lin Xuetong have a bumpy relationship? The separation three years ago made the two suffer, but now they can finally stand together, but another child with ignorant Lin Ling and artificial insemination appeared. This is really messy, if she were the ones who would have been depressed.

"Forget it, let them do the matters of the two of them by themselves."

Song Yiran shrugged, it was difficult for a clean official to make a decision on family matters. Besides, it was originally a private matter between Lin Xuetong and Xiao Lin, and it depends on them how to deal with it. No matter how anxious others are, they can't help. It's better to watch silently and wait until needed to go through fire and water.

"By the way, Mr. Li, please leave the matters on Antonio's line to me and Ye Qi. I just happened to be bored recently and want to do something interesting."

Yi Xiaojiu said with an excited look on her face, her eyes full of excitement and eagerness. She had been holding it in a hurry for a long time, and if she didn't take advantage of this opportunity to move, her muscles would definitely get moldy. What's more, she was fighting side by side with Ye Qi, and she hadn't tried it yet.

Since someone volunteered, Li Shaoyan certainly would not object.

"Okay, I'll leave the Booker family to you."

"Don't worry, you will never disappoint."

Yi Xiaojiu patted his chest proudly and promised, so he was bound by his own woman without Ye Qi knowing it. However, when he knew it, he felt good. He fought side by side or something, and he felt very excited when he thought about it.

"The rest of the Chris family and the McCorlin family, Song Ming and Huo Xingzhan are here, so I shouldn't need me anymore. So, I'm tactful and don't snatch it from you. But don't worry, I won't stop working. I've discussed with Gong Ming, and we two are responsible for tracing Xiaobao's whereabouts. No matter what, we must try hard."

Fu Zilie said calmly, but his eyes were full of stubbornness and sharpness.

That was his cute little apprentice, how could he be kidnapped by unknown people! No matter what the price he paid, he would find the people. Then he beat the group of people who took Xiaobao away, making them regret being born in this world.

When talking about Song Xiaobao, a glimmer flashed in Song Yiran's eyes.

"Please trouble you."

"Whatever I say, Xiaobao is what I grew up watching me."

Fu Zilie waved his hand, not liked to be polite with Song Yiran at all.

"Go and eat."

After Li Shaoyan finished speaking, he reached out and held Song Yiran and walked towards the restaurant. Nothing was important to fill his stomach. Whether it was the annoying family, the unknown Song Xiaobao or Gong Jue, he would do his best to solve it.

At this time, Song Xiaobao, who was cared about by everyone, was fleeing in the primeval forest.

This is the last assessment of the fourth stage, cruelty, violent, bloody, and despair. There is no food or water. Apart from the Swiss army knife and simple medicines I carry, there is only a tenacious heart and indomitable will.

In just a few months, Song Xiaobao grew taller again.

Wearing camouflage uniforms and short boots, the baby-fat face became thinner and the chin became sharper. Her big eyes were full of firmness, as deep as a deep lake, hiding too much sharpness after precipitation.

It is stuffy, humid, and full of poisonous insects, snakes and ants. In such a place, ordinary people cannot survive at all. However, Song Xiaobao has been here for ten days, and all the opponents he meets are killed by him. Here, only living is the bottom line.

He is not afraid of death or pain, he is afraid that he will never hear the sound of Xiao Chenchen in his dream, full of tenderness and love, and he is afraid that he will die before he finds who he is.

With his thin lips tightly pursed, Song Xiaobao held the dagger and hid in the warning behind a big tree.

The perception of danger made him drag his exhausted body but he had to maintain the highest alert. He smelled the same kind of smell. I think it was someone who was thrown into this jungle like him to evaluate. He was the enemy and could continue to move forward after killing the other party.

Just as Song Xiaobao was fully focused, another creepy voice came from his ears.

"Shit...hit..."

It's a snake.

And, it's so close.

Song Xiaobao was stiff all over and stood still. None of the snakes here were good, all of which contained highly poisonous. Once they were bitten, they would die in the shortest time. The subtle footsteps became closer and closer, and the other party came.

With competitors ahead and poisonous snakes around, Song Xiaobao's situation is not ordinary danger.

But he didn't even tremble his eyelashes, and he looked at the poisonous snake beside him as if nothing was there. His breathing became slower and he seemed to be non-existent. His body temperature also dropped a lot by his deliberate intention, and he stood straight, like a lifeless tree.

The snake's letter was right next to his ear, and the hissing sound became more and more obvious.

Three meters, two meters, one meter...

Song Xiaobao quietly clenched the dagger in his hand. He must have discovered him. After all, it is not a good person who can get to this point with training together.

His only bet was that the other party didn't know that there was a poisonous snake around him.

A trace of determination flashed in Song Xiaobao's eyes. When the other party rushed over, he grabbed the snake's seven inches and saw that the other party threw it over. The snake was startled and subconsciously wrapped around the other party's arm when it was thrown over, opening its mouth and biting it.

"ah!"

The man screamed and the snake took the opportunity to climb away.

Song Xiaobao stood up from behind the tree, and the camouflage vest on his body had long been soaked in cold sweat. He was almost the one who died of snake venom.

In this world, the strong prey on the weak, and no one deserves sympathy.

The only thing Song Xiaobao could do was to give him some pleasure before the other party suffered from the pain of poison. He raised his hand and then got up and left without looking back.

A strong smell of blood spread behind him, and Song Xiaobao knew that he had to leave here as fast as possible.

In such places, the smell of blood is most likely to attract various poisons and snakes.

According to the prescribed period of fifteen days, there are five days left. As long as he persists in living, he can enter the last stage of training after leaving the jungle. After he gets through, he can leave.

Song Xiaobao clenched his fists, his eyes full of determination.

The remaining five days became extremely difficult. Without food, you could only swallow the unpoisoned insects and chew the rhizomes of the plants to replenish water. Even so, Song Xiaobao still began to experience water deficiency. His lips were dry and his skin became rough and yellow.

Every inch of progress depends on tenacious willpower, and there is only one thought in my mind.

Can't die.

During this period of hell training, Song Xiaobao's body has become much stronger. He firmly believes that he can hold on because there is still one day left. After a day, he will leave this jungle and gain a new life. So Song Xiaobao keeps encouraging himself to survive.

"Click."

There was a moment of dizziness in front of me. When Song Xiaobao realized something was wrong, it was too late. A trap that fell down didn't know when happened to stuck his left leg, and his sharp teeth almost immediately pierced into the flesh and blood. The severe pain swept across his body, and Song Xiaobao's brows frowned instantly.

Damn it!

There is still a little left to leave, but encounter such an accident.

Song Xiaobao's eyes turned blood red, and his teeth were biting tightly. At this point, if he didn't leave quickly, he might be caught up by the people behind him. When he met, he would be his opponent, either you died or I died. In the current situation, if he encountered it, the disadvantage would be himself.

He suddenly stared at the dagger in his hand, and Song Xiaobao's eyes were determined.

Song Xiaobao showed that he squatted down and carefully stroked the trap. Fortunately, he could break it apart with just a little force. Of course, his legs that were clamped would also suffer.

But compared to being trapped and waiting for death, sacking one leg is the best choice.

What's more, Song Xiaobao doesn't believe he will be so unlucky.

The severe pain made Song Xiaobao sweat and his face pale than before. He seemed to have no idea of ​​the pain, and he broke open the trap with force. His fingers were cut, and it didn't matter, and it didn't matter whether he was sharp teeth embedded in his flesh. He just tried his best to escape.

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, half an hour...

"Click."

The trap finally broke and fell off, and at this time, Song Xiaobao's calves were already bloody and bloody. However, he didn't care about so much, and quickly stood up, dragging the wounds deep into the bones and running wildly outside the jungle without slowing down.

Even hell has to go through.

Excessive blood loss and dehydration were tormenting Song Xiaobao. His vision was blurred several times. In order to prevent himself from fainting, he could only constantly cut his arm with a dagger. The pain stimulated his brain and barely supported it.

It's just a distance of thousands of meters, but it's like it's not over the end in a few years.

In the end, even the pain was lost. Song Xiaobao's vision was blurred and his head was dizzy, as if it was stuffed with cotton.

I have no strength, can't walk anymore, and it hurts to death...

Little Chenchen.

It was the gentle voice again, shouting over and over again. Song Xiaobao's dissipated will became clear in an instant. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to finally rush out of the jungle.

One hundred meters away, where is the instructor responsible for receiving the response waiting?

Seeing the first Song Xiaobao coming out, a glimmer of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. A 1.9-meter-old man walked over directly, easily picked up Song Xiaobao, who had finally fallen into a coma, and turned around to walk towards the base camp.

"Save people."

The man put Song Xiaobao on the bed, greeted the doctor outside the door and turned around and left.

In the corridor, Rongchen stood expressionlessly. The two of them looked at each other, and the wild man raised his eyebrows and showed a cheerful and neat smile.

"It's cruel enough, but Seedlings are just, I like it."

"How is he?"

"It's nothing big, the only thing that's troubled is the wound on the left leg. I guess I can't walk normally in a short time. If you don't want him to become a cripple, don't worry about the subsequent training."

"Muzhe, I don't have time."

A trace of sadness flashed in Rongchen's eyes, but it was quickly concealed. Instead, it was deep, like a dry well, making people unable to see through it.

Muzhe frowned, and there was a little more anger in his eyes.

"That's your business!"

"Muzhe!"

"Don't forget, I'm his instructor. If you want me to help you continue training, follow my method."

After Muzhe finished speaking, he did not go to see Rongchen again and turned around and left.

Rong Chen was the only one left in the corridor, with a dead silence in his eyes. His expression was so depressed that it made people unable to bear to look at him. He stood silent for a long time until the doctor pushed open the door and walked out.

"Boss, the patient's condition is very dangerous."

"Yeah?"

Rongchen responded without any emotional ups and downs, and his eyes swept across the small figure on the hospital bed. He was completely different from when he first arrived, but it was not enough, not enough!

"No matter what method is used, I want him to heal in the shortest time."
Chapter completed!