I don't know how Meng Huo dared to be alone in a thunderstorm in the wild.

Xia Yinye threw the palm leaf away from the PD to get to the approximate direction of Meng Huo. No matter how hard he hid from the heavy rain, it didn't help. He raised his voice and said, "Let's go find him."

Unaware of his strides, Xia Yinye pushed up his drenched bangs. He found that even if he was still filming with the PD, the live broadcast was temporarily closed, but these materials might be cut into it when it was broadcast on the web. Xia YiyeYe slightly pursed his lips, a little unhappy.

It's this time, and they are not worried about Meng Huo at all. Although Meng Huo has a bad reputation, it is still a life after all. If something happens, can the program team be held accountable?

Xia Yinye took even bigger steps, and when he was about to go back, he told his agent that he would never accept Lin Jia's show again.

Five minutes later, Xia Yinye walked to Meng Huo's tent.

It is wrong to say that the tent is a luxurious and enlarged version of the yurt!

He finally knew why the staff were so "cold-blooded".

Hold.

Xia Yinye looked at the messy "yurt" in the wind and rain. What does it mean to be unmoved by wind and rain?Today he understood Du Fu's old man's mood.

The four members of the Survival Team, who arrived long ago, also had wonderful expressions.

The director team also rushed over at this time. The thunderstorm was unexpected. They temporarily set up a workbench in front of Meng Huo's tent, and turned on all the machines to shoot.

Meng Huo was awakened by the glaring white light outside the tent, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked out with his pillow in his arms.

Huo, it's raining heavily.

Seeing a group of homeless people living on the street, Meng Huo didn't seem too surprised. He turned around and yawned, "Take off your shoes before you come in."

At three o'clock in the morning, Meng Huo was forced to interrupt his sleep and receive a group of unexpected guests.

He sat cross-legged on the mat, and said to them: "Whoever you are thin, squeeze me, and the rest of you can sleep on the floor."

In addition to the place to sleep, Meng Huo's supreme tent still had a large space for activities, and the tents of many staff members were also washed away by the rainstorm. Meng Huo donated that land for them to spend the night.

Because many people were exposed to the rain and were afraid of getting sick, the director asked the magical prop team to cook a pot of cola ginger soup, and no one knew why the prop teacher brought ginger.

"Drink a bowl for each person, and go to the cold." Lin Jia came in with a pot of ginger soup with a smile.

The more Chen Ke thought about it, the more he felt that Lin Jia was smiling cunningly. He choked and drank half of the drink before asking: "Is there any conspiracy?"

Lin Jia stretched out two fingers and said with a smile, "Two hundred."

A bowl of 200 points, apart from Meng Huo, there shouldn't be much difference in the scores of the rest. Lin Jia is also working hard not to stay on the deserted island, earning 200 points per person, he can counterattack to the first place!

Lin Jia still had a trace of humanity, and said, "Xiao Jiang, you don't have to give it."

After all, the Coke for making ginger soup is taken from others.

Zhao Nan didn't want to waste money, so he swallowed the cold medicine in the blind box raw.

Lin Jia was a little discouraged, but fortunately, he had already earned two hundred from Chen Ke, and he went to Xia Yinye who was soaked and took off his coat.

Xia Yinye: "You'd better let me freeze to death."

It's kind of magical to see the big spender turn into a penny-pinching rogue.

Meng Huo smelled the aroma of Coca-Cola Ginger Soup, walked over and said, "Director, bring me a cup, and the points will be deducted first."

Lin Jia immediately said that he is not a person who does not want to repay his kindness, Meng Huo Lei Yuyu took him in, and he will not be charged for this cup of ginger soup.

Holding the disposable paper cup, Meng Huo took a sip, frowned, and stuck out the tip of his tongue: "...so spicy."

It's hard to drink.

"Points will be deducted for wasting food." Meng Huo casually placed the paper cup on the table next to Xia Yinye, "Help me drink it."

This help word is used very delicately.

Young Master Xia just wanted to say, who cares to drink your leftovers... Meng Huo walked into the room with his hands in his hands, leaving him with a back that was eager to go back to sleep.

Xia Yinye hesitated for three seconds, turned the cup in the other direction, and drank it with a frown.

Meng Huo dragged back to the house sleepily, and found that Jiang Xun and Zhao Nan were still talking to him about who they were talking about.

Unable to argue over sleep, Meng Huo felt like an emperor who was being scrambled by his concubines to serve the bed, or a social animal version of the liver emperor who had no interest in any frustrating things after a day of approval and just wanted to go to bed.

He jumped onto the bed without that kind of worldly desire: "Don't argue, let's go to bed together."

Three people squeezed together, and the 1.8-meter bed was not spacious enough.

A flash of lightning flashed across the night, making the night as bright as day, and Meng Huo felt the bed tremble.

He opened one eye.

"Are you afraid of thunder?"

Zhao Nan almost rushed over to hug him.

Raising the other hand weakly in the dark, Jiang Xun whispered, "...Actually, I'm a little scared too."

This kind of thing that is detrimental to the masculinity of the rising niche, it is impossible to mention it in front of the camera in this life!

Meng Huo closed his eyes, and felt that he was back in the days when he was still in the orphanage before he wore the book. He said slowly and gently, "Then let me tell you a story.Don't be afraid."

"Yeah!"

"I want to hear it too!"

Meng Huo began to speak, his voice was pleasant, but it seemed that he was deliberately speaking in a calm tone.

Meng Huo didn't tell a warm fairy tale, nor did he tell a beautiful love story, but a... ghost story.

"The bus was driving to the suburbs. It was getting darker and more remote, and the surroundings were deserted. Xiao Ming felt that this was not the way to the terminal, so he asked the bus driver. The bus driver didn't seem to hear him, so he boldly walked onI asked again before, only to see—”

Meng Huo glanced at the two shivering people covered in the quilt. After speaking, the room was filled with deathly silence.

"Are you still afraid?"

"No, don't be afraid..."

Huh, thunder is nothing to be afraid of.

The two cowards, Jiang Xun and Zhao Nan, snuggled up to each other to keep warm. Meng Huo closed his eyes in satisfaction and fell asleep.

The live broadcast on the second day started at 8 o'clock in the morning. The viewers who gave up sleeping late on the weekend and woke up early, boarded the live broadcast. They thought they would see the miserable state of the survival group looking for breakfast in disgrace, but they saw that there was a drizzle of rain.On the island, the supreme tent, which is as immovable as a mountain, is like a safe haven with a warm and peaceful atmosphere. The survival team lay on the ground and slept soundly and sweetly, especially the one on the bed.

"Brother Meng, it seems like a joke for me to give up sleeping late..."

"I came to watch the live broadcast after get off work all night! Meng Huo, you rebellious son, do you still have your father in your heart?!"

"Canceled, sisters, am I doing the right thing~"

The director has already explained to the audience that the thunderstorm that did not follow the weather forecast made the Survival Team come raining late at night to beg Meng Huo to take him in.

"Hahahahahaha, I really want to watch the process of begging for admission, so hurry up the webcast!"

"Hahahahahaha, Meng Huo: Is there such a benefit in choosing a director's tent?"

The barrage speculated whether Meng Huo was sitting on the floor and slaying the survival team to earn points. Zhao Nan woke up early. He sat on the ground, and it seemed that his brain circuit was at the same frequency as the barrage. He tapped the camera and explained: "Brother MengThe man is so good, we have no place to go, he took us in without saying a word, when I lived in that tent yesterday afternoon, I never imagined that I could sleep on Simmons at night..."

Meng Huo turned over without knowing it, revealing his slender and fair legs, with his short sleeves turned up.

The focus of the barrage suddenly deviates:

"Has Haas, what a puffy fart... um, buttocks."

"Good guy, I'll just chew on it."

"Chewing sister, is there no one you care about on the Internet?"

"The legs are longer than my life..."

"My wife's waist...hehehe...my wife's legs...hehehe..."

Zhao Nan quietly blocked the camera, and wrapped Meng Huo tightly with a quilt.

He was awakened by heat.

Meng Huo sat up in a daze, with a bewildered expression and upturned hair, just looking a little cute, after all, there are many entertainers who are awake and bewildered in variety shows, but with the appearance of the big devil who was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people yesterdayoperate……

Simply, cute vomiting blood!!!

"Can't stand

That stupid hair, who is so cute, I won't say..."

"Meng Huo: That's right, that's how you promote me."

"I really want to rub him, pinch him, bully him, ravage him, abuse him, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"I don't think who is not a mother?!!!"

While the mother fan was entertaining himself, Meng Huo reluctantly got up.

How can someone get up before noon on vacation... But the staff walking back and forth and the director crazily hinting made the matter of sleeping very dull.

Lin Jia was so worried that she had a meeting with the writers team working overtime in the middle of the night.

The rain seems to be unable to stop for a while, which makes it difficult to carry out the original survival link.What a survival variety show, it was first disturbed by Meng Huo as if it was on vacation, and then turned into an indoor variety show by the sudden rain, and it was about to be turned into an interview.

In the variety shows that have exploded in recent years, there are very few purely indoor ones, and even if there are, the format must be novel.After finally fighting a beautiful turnaround yesterday, Lin Jia was too unwilling to watch her be ruined in this rainstorm.

However, the writers group discussed all night and failed to come up with any solution, and the final solution was to pin their hopes on Meng Huo.

After all, although he has never played the cards according to the routine, he is so angry that he eats the Quick Heart Rescue Pill from time to time, but from the live broadcast data, the audience seems to like him very much.

Under the director's piercing eyes, Meng Huo, who was highly expected by everyone, pondered for a while, and finally said a shocking sentence - "I'm a little hungry, let's have breakfast."

Lin Jia could only comfort herself. Although there was nothing new, it was considered a normal part of the survival show.Then let's set off together and brave the rain to find food!

"I'll go with you." Chen Ke put on his coat and said.

Meng Huo looked at him strangely, nodded, and said, "... that's fine."

Chen Ke felt that if he stayed at Meng Huo's place last night, he owed a favor to everyone, and he had to pay back the favor, so he secretly planned all night to find more food to pay off the debt today.

Meng Huo led him for a while—from the front door to the back door.

He pointed to a red bucket in the corner of the tent.

"Brother Ke, please carry it over there."

In addition to catching a few fish last night, he also touched two blue crabs. Because he couldn't finish them, he temporarily kept them in the bucket.

Chen Ke looked at Meng Huo's food reserves, which weighed two to two, and felt his face being slapped.

Somewhat aggrieved, they moved the blue crab to the open space, and members of the survival group immediately gathered around to watch.

"Wow, the water is so dirty."

Scyllas like to hide on mudflats, so they naturally carry a lot of mud on them.

"How do you eat this crab? Steam it?"

Xia Yinye asked curiously, and after asking, he felt like he was asking for food...

Meng Huo pondered for a moment, then decided: "Let's make soup. Seafood soup should be delicious."

"You need a pot to cook the soup, and it's not easy to light a fire now. You have to use mineral water and seasonings to cook the soup. It's quite expensive..." Jiang Xun calculated in a low voice, "Brother Meng, let's AA, it can be cheaperpoint."

These things must be exchanged with the director, and the director waits for them to open their mouths and raise the price.

Unexpectedly, it was rare for Lin Jia to be human. He put out the portable gas stove, soup pot, knives, tableware, a few bottles of mineral water and instant noodles, and said, "All these together, it would beIf you want 5000 points, last night we were in trouble together, I will give you a half discount, 500 per person, 2500 in total, how about it? Is it a good deal?"

The other four people looked at each other, nodded, and thought it was pretty good. A bottle of water costs 100. You can drink hot seafood soup and eat instant noodles to fill your stomach. 500 points is not very expensive.And the taste of the blue crab soup cooked with the seasoning of the instant noodle cake should be similar to that of the army pot.

The four agreed, but none of them agreed to the director. Zhao Nan tugged Meng Huo's sleeve lightly, as if he had already regarded Meng Huo as their captain and leader, and consulted the backbone first:

"Meng Meng, what do you think?"

"...That's fine." Meng Huo nodded, seemingly reluctantly, and said, "Give us five hundred each."

Because Lin Jia never thought of being so far away from her.

Because of the logic of the spectrum, he subconsciously thought that Meng Huo had made a slip of the tongue, and patiently corrected him, "It was each of you who gave me five hundred."

Meng Huo smiled, looking at him as if looking at a simple and cute kindergarten child.

"Really? Then we don't want it."

Meng Huo sat down cross-legged carelessly.

The two little followers sat down, although they didn't understand, Brother Meng was right, and hurriedly echoed: "Yes, we don't want it anymore."

Lin Jia was dumbfounded.

How can you survive for 72 hours without using a pot or a knife?

Besides, they can't do without it!

because it's all...

Meng Huo took a staff coat casually, pointed to the big characters on the chest, and said slowly: "In front of the sponsor's father, I advise the director to think again."

Before the broadcast started, the director of this little online variety show that no one was optimistic about personally pulled one after another, and finally got the only sponsor.He swore to the person in charge of the brand that when the show airs, they will definitely show their products in front of the camera so that the guests will have no dead ends and all directions!!!

The only designated sponsor of "Survival on a Deserted Island Season" - Razor Kitchenware.