Survive in the Wilderness! The Actor King Sits in My Arms and Weeps

Gu Sheng retreated crazily.

Mr. Bo jumped in the air and felt a little regretful, "Captain, why did you avoid it? Don't do this next time. I'm young and can easily be embarrassed."

Gu Sheng: "..."

dying.

He wanted to quit.

[Keep going, don’t stop! ! ! I laughed so much that the bed was shaking! ! 】

[I seem to see an older version of Linlin]

[Linlin is young now, so she still needs to show her face, right? 】

[The old man once said in an interview that turning fifty is a hurdle. I guess that hurdle should refer to the moral bottom line, right? 】

Mr. Bo glanced at Gu Sheng again.

"Don't worry, I think we should be good brothers. After all, age and experience are here. My eldest grandson is still young and doesn't understand many things. I see that your face is filled with vicissitudes of life, brother! We must have many topics in common!"

Vicissitudes of life?

age?

experience?

These words directly penetrated Gu Sheng's heart!

He looked at Mr. Bo's ravaged face and tried his best to hold back, not running to the lake to take a good look at himself.

"Captain, don't be afraid!" Ji Ran was also cheering himself up, "It's okay! We have survived after so long! We can do it this time too!"

Gu Sheng pursed his lips.

[Ji Ran, your request is a bit too low]

[Ji Ran: Still low? ? Alive, this is how to get out of the island alive! 】

"Pull the team together!" Qiu Ye yelled and walked towards the tent.

If he doesn't stop the team, the Lord of Hell will come to take his life!

Before Su Yangyang raised his legs, he still looked at Bo Xi and Mr. Bo.

The old man followed the team and turned directly to wave his hat at Su Yangyang.

"Don't be afraid, Yangyang! I'll be back soon!"

Bo Xi also said: "Don't worry, I am too."

Qin Ya and Gu Sheng: "..."

It wasn't until the people left that Su Yangyang looked away.

"Let's go." She led the team and walked towards the station.

Xiao He and others were very sensible and walked in front. Soon, their figures disappeared into the night, leaving the last Bao Silin and Su Yangyang walking alone.

Bo Silin glanced sideways at Su Yangyang.

Under the moonlight, that face was as deserted as ever, but there was still a trace of sadness in his eyebrows.

"The old man said he would be back soon," Bo Silin said, "He will not break his promise."

Su Yangyang nodded.

[Sister Yang is so sad! 】

[It will take several days to come back soon, it must be sad! 】

[Gu Sheng and Qin Ya are the saddest people, family members, please don’t go astray! 】

[That is, no one cares about our life and death, Yaya! 】

[Now I just want to go to the live broadcast room over there to watch the love-hate relationship between Gu Sheng and the old man]

[Sister Wuwuwuyang’s new family member left soon after, she must be very disappointed]

When he walked to the station, Su Yangyang still lowered his head.

"We're here." Bo Silin's voice came from above.

She raised her eyes and saw nothing but darkness.

"Xiao He." Su Yangyang called.

No one in the camp answered.

Su Yangyang frowned.

Usually they would light torches and light up the station.

And by this time, Xiao He and the others should have lit the bonfire and prepared dinner.

Why is there no movement?

Su Yangyang's eyes turned cold instantly, he raised his legs and stepped forward!

A tiny fire suddenly ignited in the night sky.

She paused in her steps.

The fingertips quickly pressed on the Xiujian.

The next second, the whole wrist felt warm and someone held it.

Looking up, it was Bo Silin.

Bo Silin was smiling and glanced at the other side of the camp.

"Yangyang, look."

Her body was still tense, and she slowly turned her head following his movements.

In the night sky, the light of the candle was very weak. There was only one candle, inserted in the middle of a round object.

If you squint and look carefully, it seems... it's a cake?

Then, the man carrying the cake came out from behind the tent.

First Mr. Bo, then Ye Lanzhi, Bo Xi, Xiao He, Qiao Hefeng...

One by one, with playful and smiling faces, they gathered in a group.

Everyone is wearing a family portrait T-shirt.

Dazzling and sparkling.

【? ? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[Is this what you guys said about coming back soon? ! This is too damn fast!】

[Give me back my tears! Make me cry in vain! 】

[Help, I will never give my true feelings to this live broadcast again!!!]

[No, cake candles? Who is gone? ? Need such a grand celebration? ? ? 】

[It can’t be Gu Sheng, right? 】

Su Yangyang was stunned.

While the action was stagnant, a team over there had already begun to move.

There were still the sounds of thin ropes in the night, and a few complaints that couldn't be ignored.

"Fuck, be careful! Don't blow!"

"Don't move! Don't move! Don't knock it over!!!"

"Candles, candles! Protect the candles!!"

"It would be a waste if it were blown out!"

Bo Silin: "..."

He froze.

Then Sensing noticed that the hand he was holding was also stiff.

"What are they doing?" Su Yangyang turned around and asked.

The corners of Bo Silin's mouth twitched: "...Let's take a look first."

[I feel like Linlin knows that his expression means he is speechless]

[Laughing, I searched on Baidu. Sisters, hahahahaha, guess what day it is today? 】

【What day? Gu Sheng’s death anniversary? 】

【Holy shit! It's Sister Yang's birthday! ! ! ! 】

【I lost it? true and false? 】

【Really, really, really! ! People are laughing. Could this be a birthday surprise? ? 】

Mr. Bo moved slowly while protecting the cake.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit the desert island, and everyone collapsed and screamed.

"Surround it up! Surround it up! It's over, it's over, it's going to be destroyed!"

Everyone moved around, trying their best to form a human wall!

Bo Silin: "..."

"Let's go." He directly picked up Su Yangyang, turned around and left.

"Bo Silin! Stop!"

Mr. Bo roared angrily.

He moved faster, tapping the ground with small steps, and whizzed forward as if he was driving at double speed.

The human wall also strode closer!

Bo Silin closed his eyes, and Su Yangyang's eyes were fixed on the surface of the cake.

"Bao Silin." She pulled Bo Silin's sleeve, "That cake has a corpse painted on it."

Corpse?

Bo Silin turned his head and looked at the cake.

The next second, he pulled Su Yangyang and walked faster.

【? ? ? ? ? ? 】

[According to my observation, it seems to be a person drawn with red strawberry jam]

[There seems to be something written on it? ? 】

【Zoom in! Zoom in and see! 】

[I’m laughing so hard, high ponytail, red clothes, it’s Sister Yang in the painting, hahahaha]

[Mr. Bo: Paint carefully. Sister Yang: What corpse? 】

"Stop!" Mr. Bo took a moonwalk and slowly slid between the two people.

The cake is presented.

Several smiling faces came over.

The firelight shines on the face from below, and the shadows under the eyes have the atmosphere of a horror story.

After baring his teeth, there was a heartwarming blessing.

"Yangyang, happy birthday!"

Darlings, my train was late yesterday and I arrived home at midnight. Tonight’s manuscript will be a little slower, and updates will resume starting tomorrow, tweets, my dears~