Chapter 1287 [Fishing]

1287

"Are you sure that if you control the Ning family, you can suppress the Yang family and Yang Chen? It seems that the old thief Ning Guangyao hasn't done it until now, and he still wants to get married with the Yang family," Luo Cuishan spat.

Yang Lie squeezed his fists, and said: "To establish the new order and structure I want, I don't have to suppress the Yang family. Since it's impossible to deal with Yang Chen head-on, it's okay to use him to make troubles. .”

Luo Cuishan's eyeballs shone brightly, and she smiled slightly: "Little cripple, can I ask you to promise one thing."

"explain".

"Tonight, you must be going to control Ning Xin and Ning De's. Ning Guangyao's place...can you let me and Guodong handle it? Don't worry, we will definitely keep him intact and it won't affect your food. His." Luo Cuishan's eyes were burning with resentment.

Yang Lie turned around and said jokingly: "As long as the brain is not bad and the body has some disabilities, it can still be repaired after I eat him. You can vent your anger on him wantonly, I don't mind .”

Luo Cuishan rushed forward excitedly, hugged Yang Lie, and kissed him on the face a few times, "I knew it, the little cripple is the best for me!"

Yang Lie sneered, "Anyway, it's just a prepared corpse, so it's okay to give it to you for fun."

...

After nightfall, the Yang family's backyard wing room.

On the big bed in Yang Chen and Lin Ruoxi's bedroom, Lan Lan, who was wearing cotton blue pajamas with patterns and pajamas, took a hot bath, her whole body was like a fresh white milk bag, white and tender, fragrant.

Lin Ruoxi was lying on the side of the bed, gently stroking her daughter's back with one hand, supporting Zhen's head with the other, looking at Yang Chen with a mischievous smile.

Yang Chen sat cross-legged across from him, stared at Lanlan with big eyes, grabbed his hair, and secretly scolded Yang Gongming hundreds of times, what a sour idea! ?

Blinking and blinking her big eyes, Lanlan asked expectantly: "Daddy hasn't thought about it yet, Lanlan wants to hear a fun story."

"I said little fat girl, you ate four lamb legs alone at night, don't you feel very full and want to sleep?" Yang Chen asked eagerly.

Lanlan's head shook like a rattle, "Lanlan is not sleepy, Lanlan is not full, and she doesn't want to sleep yet!"

Not full?

Yang Chen regretted that he ate all the rest of that sheep and didn't leave it for this little guy.

Touching his chin, Yang Chen had no choice but to smile shyly: "Why don't you let your mother tell you one first?"

"I've told your daughter a lot, and I also told you in Zhonghai, today is a special session for you as a father." Lin Ruoxi directly threw the burden back.

Yang Chen's face twitched, looking at his daughter who was full of expectations, but he couldn't bear to let her down.

Once again, let Yang Chen realize that to be a father, it is not enough to be rich and powerful, but also to be able to tell stories, is it easy?

Yang Chen has never read any fairy tale books, and the children's stories he heard when he was a child are all fragmented, and Lan Lan probably doesn't like to listen to those stories, so after much deliberation, he can only tell some of his own experiences.

"Why don't you tell me a story about Dad trying to survive in Alaska, the United States, in the territory of wolves when he was a child?"

"Where is Alaska in the United States?" Lan Lan asked.

"It's just a far away place, it's very cold there, there's ice and snow everywhere, there's nothing to eat, if ordinary people get lost in the wilderness, they'll die easily," Yang Chen replied

Lanlan blinked, "What is the territory of the wolves?"

"Forty or fifty strong snow wolves, big bad wolves that eat Little Red Riding Hood, and their hunting range is thousands of square kilometers!"

"Then are there so many big bad wolves going to catch Dad and eat them?"

"Yes, but there are other children who are about the same age as Dad, but they are all around eleven or twelve years old."

"Oh!" Lan Lan had already been aroused and nodded vigorously.

After thinking about it, Yang Chen suspected that children could not understand area, and asked, "Does Lanlan know how big a thousand square kilometers is?"

Lan Lan replied quickly and seriously: "It's very big! It's very big! It's very big!!"

"Puchi!"

Lin Ruoxi, who was lying there, really couldn't help laughing, seeing Yang Chen's tangled expression, she really wanted to laugh.

Yang Chen pretended to cough twice, "Little friend Lin Ruoxi, you should also be more serious, the parents are telling a story, so concentrate on listening."

Lin Ruoxi suppressed her smile, nodded, "Tell me quickly, I really want to hear it."

Yang Chen moved his body, moved his legs a little more comfortably, and after sorting out his thoughts, some distant thoughts appeared in his eyes.

"Thinking about it now, I still feel that it is a miracle that I survived..."

...

Northern Alaska, Brooks Range.

The blue sky, winding snow-capped mountains, black and white crisscross, depict a magnificent natural landscape.

But experts and scholars who are familiar with this place know that this is the abyss of death!

The barren land ushered in its coldest winter, even in low-lying areas, the temperature was nearly ten degrees below zero.

As the altitude rises, it is not uncommon for some places to reach minus tens of degrees, and there are some hollow areas formed by hidden underground rivers, and the cold air is even more daunting!

This is Alaska's no-man's land. Occasionally, explorers pass by, but they dare not stay for a long time, because there are not only a small number of deer here, but also a large number of wolves!

Above a glacier, thick layers of ice allow people and animals to move through with ease.

A figure in a black leather jacket covered with a layer of animal fur came from the bank of the river.

This is a white boy with chestnut hair and freckles on his face. He is about eleven or twelve years old, but his eyes reveal a coldness, gloomyness, and caution that people of the same age cannot understand.

The young man exhaled the white mist, his eyes swept across the entire ice layer, as if guarding against something, and when he was sure that there was nothing special around, the young man walked towards the middle of the river.

To get out of this predicament from this hinterland to the end of the port, he must cross the river and climb the mountains.

The young man walked very carefully, listening to all directions, holding a military dagger in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Due to the low friction on the ice surface, if someone throws a long-range attack or sieges by wolves, it will be a great disadvantage to oneself!

This time, for the survival training in the cold wasteland, all those who survived from the Siberia underground training ground were survival masters of similar age, bloody killers, and he dared not be careless in the slightest!

There are holes in many places on the river surface. These holes were obviously dug by some people who crossed the river earlier to prey on river fish.

There were even two crude fishing lines of plant fibers in a central hole, framed by cedar branches, as fishing rods.

In order to prevent the ice hole from freezing, the man also filled the hole with some branches and leaves, which also served as a cover.

As a person who has been training in the field, the Caucasian boy quickly saw what it was. Making simple field fishing tools is a compulsory skill!

There are two possibilities for the fishing rod not being taken away. One is that the owner couldn’t wait and left first, and the other is that the owner has not come back yet and is looking for food elsewhere!

No matter what it is, the teenager will never give up this opportunity to get food!

In this desolate ice and snow mountain, any food is precious! Only by surviving can we get out of this dead zone!

The Caucasian boy was a little agitated. After confirming that there was no one within hundreds of meters, he rushed to the hole and quickly removed the cover.

When he grabbed the horizontal wooden pole, the Caucasian boy showed a joyful smile.

Heavy, there should be fish below!

The moment he struggled to pick up the fishing rod, he suddenly noticed something was wrong!

There seems to be something under the river? !

However, his consciousness was too late!

The moment a pale hand sticks out of the glacier water, after grabbing the ice beside it, the other hand rushes towards the white boy's throat as fast as lightning!

It was a flickering dagger that pierced through the Caucasian boy's throat before he could react!

The turning point of the whole incident took only a second!

"Slightly... slightly..."

The white boy's eyes widened, anger and remorse flashed past, and he fell backwards on the surface of the glacier.

He didn't realize until his death that this fishing rod was not for fishing, but for him...

After his death, a naked black-haired boy climbed up from the hole. It was unimaginable what kind of perseverance made him take off all his clothes and hid in the glacier waiting for the "prey" to take the bait.