“Hurry… run…”
Lu Xuan reflexively picked up Leng Mengyao and ran away.
“Swoosh…”
Two sounds of breaking through the air were heard behind him, followed by a "boom" and a vine was instantly ignited.
Lu Xuan was just about to turn around to take a look when he suddenly saw someone suddenly rushing out from behind him.
The man was short and slender, wearing a rough tiger-skin coat. His most striking feature was his golden hair, which was as eye-catching as the rolling waves in an autumn wheat field, but unfortunately, it had been haphazardly kneaded by the hands of nature, making it tangled as if he had just escaped a fierce battle. He looked like a primitive savage in every way.
“RUN…RUN…”
Lu Xuan was still amazed at the other person's running speed, but the other person actually spoke. Lu Xuan didn't know what she said, but he was sure that this should be a girl.
"Lu Xuan, why are we running?"
Leng Mengyao was a little scared when he heard such a loud noise at first, so he was "packed" and taken away by Lu Xuan in a daze. However, when he saw such a person coming out from behind him, Leng Mengyao suddenly felt that there seemed to be no need for him to flee like a famine, after all, he didn't understand what was going on.
"Didn't you see that the primitive was running? That means something is chasing her."
Lu Xuan's target is now completely locked on this "primitive man" who looks inconspicuous but runs very fast.
"Primitive? She shouldn't be a primitive."
Hearing that there was a "primitive man" here, Leng Mengyao, who was lying on Lu Xuan, shook his head continuously.
"Miss, you don't even know how to tell the difference between Lantian people and Upper Cave people, do you? Why is there such a huge gap between us, even though we are all beneficiaries of nine years of compulsory education?"
President Leng was indeed intelligent and knowledgeable, but Lu Xuan didn't believe it. This girl could tell what period the other person was from just by taking one more look at him in the crowd.
"She's not a Lantian person, nor a caveman. She's a modern person..."
Leng Mengyao was speechless when he heard what Lu Xuan said. Why did he invite the ancestors of the Chinese people out?
"I don't believe it. How did you tell? Could it be that you could tell at a glance that her tiger-skin skirt was fake?"
Lu Xuan did not slow down his pace. While questioning Leng Mengyao's words, he continued to run wildly following the "primitive man" in his heart.
"Uh... have you ever seen a caveman speaking a foreign language..."
Leng Mengyao covered his cheek and explained helplessly.
"Well……"
Now it was Lu Xuan's turn to be speechless. This was too much of a bully...
Lu Xuan believed since he was a child that he would never go abroad in his life, so there was no point in learning English. This was also the reason why he had a serious imbalance in his academic performance. The ultimate consequence was that he couldn't even get into a decent undergraduate program.
I thought that the trouble I had with my poor foreign language skills would end in this life, but I didn’t expect that while attending this class, I inexplicably “went abroad”, and what a coincidence, I met so many “foreigners”... Isn’t that infuriating?
"Then tell her to stop and ask her why she's running."
He couldn't communicate with this "primitive man" who could speak foreign languages, so Lu Xuan could only place his hopes on Leng Mengyao. After all, he "carried" a "Wenquxing" with him.
Leng Mengyao opened his mouth and shouted at the "primitive man" who was running in front and was already thirty or forty meters ahead of Lu Xuan.
As for what Leng Mengyao shouted, Lu Xuan didn't understand a word, but he heard that the other party seemed to respond.
"What did she say?"
Lu Xuan had no choice but to seek off-field assistance again.
As a result, Leng Mengyao suddenly hugged Lu Xuan's neck tightly and kept urging him: "Hurry... run, faster, faster..."
This time, Lu Xuan is completely helpless.
It turns out that there is actually no difference between you communicating for a long time and not communicating at all.
It seems that there is no difference between a rough guy like me and you cultured people.
After all this time, the result is the same. Don’t you still have to run?
"Ahem... I'm running, can't I? You're strangling me..."
Lu Xuan was already exhausted and out of breath, and now he was hit by Leng Mengyao again. He almost died on the spot.
"No... I'm sorry, but she... she said there were man-eating savages chasing her."
Leng Mengyao finally calmed down and translated what he heard to Lu Xuan.
"What? Savages? And they eat people?"
Lu Xuan, who was already exhausted and out of breath, immediately felt his waist and legs no longer aching after hearing Leng Mengyao's words. He continued to rush forward as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Fortunately, Lu Xuan was born into a martial arts family, so his basic physical qualities are still there.
"Woo Ri Ka Si lo!"
But before I could be happy for five seconds, I heard the voices of several men behind me.
This time Lu Xuan really heard it right. It seemed that the real "primitive man" had appeared.
"Ah~~ Lu Xuan, the savages are coming... and they have bows and arrows in their hands."
Leng Mengyao, who was on Lu Xuan's back, looked back from time to time. When he saw two or three shirtless savages with feather dusters stuck on their heads and extremely weird looks appearing a hundred meters behind him, even his voice became sharp.
"Damn it, damn it, it's no use yelling at me. They're definitely coming for the guy in front. I can hardly run anymore... Oh, right, if they're not coming for us, why should we run..."
Lu Xuan had already used up most of his remaining strength chasing the fat pig. Before he could even recover for long, this guy suddenly appeared from the jungle in the south. What was even more infuriating was that he was forced to join the parkour again.
This is a pace that won't stop until I run myself to death.
However, Lu Xuan was only a mortal after all, and with someone on his back, he was already at the end of his strength and could not run any longer. Thinking that the target of the wildlings behind him was the one in front, not him, why should he run?
"Lu Xuan, what are you thinking? They are savages. In their eyes, there is only food and non-food. It doesn't matter who you catch."
Fortunately, the person on his back was still quite clear-headed. Just as Leng Mengyao said, the people behind him had not learned the Five Legitimacy and Four Beauties, nor were they civilized people who had received nine years of compulsory education. Their goal of survival was very simple, which was to have enough food and drink.
No matter whether you are Chinese or not, no matter whether you have blond hair or black hair, as long as you have two arms and two legs, it is all the same to them.
After waking up, Lu Xuan no longer dared to think that it was none of his business. He had to run no matter how hard or tiring it was.
But when Lu Xuan looked up again, the blonde girl had disappeared.
Depend on……
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