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Daly saw her like this and lowered a curse in her mouth if she didn't understand the warmth of the season.

He should probably be talking about “trouble” or some kind of impatient slot.

Season Warm went to the tent to cook, and Daly kicked outside and turned over the kettle that stood outside the tent, telling her with an eye. Hurry up, he's impatient now.

Seasonal Warm nodded his head at him. Most of the people here were very poor and vicious. She had to be careful every step of the way and could not easily get angry.

Daly looked at her outside the tent indifferently, and the season warmed inside, holding a small bowl, her hands “trembled" and filled herself with soup, then drank carefully.

It was really hungry to see her, and Daly stopped looking at her and left her there to drink, but she hastened it with impatience.

Seasonal warmth pretended to be deafening, drinking soup while occasionally looking out.

While Darry went outside the cabin next door to grab a cigarette from another person to smoke, Seasonwarm's hands quickly stirred in the pan, watching the pot keep boiling mumbling out of the bubbling soup, suddenly a harsh heart, with his hand knocked the pot over, instantly the hot soup spilled out, drizzled over her two hands back and wrist, her painful scream “ah”, the whole person backwards, punched to the ground.

When Darry heard the sound, he rushed back instantly and opened the curtain of the tent and looked inside. He saw the pot on the fire had been knocked over and sprinkled all over the floor. Seasonal warmth sat on the ground with a painful and trembling face. A blister was instantly burned on his back. A large piece of red was unbearable.

Daliton scolded her outside a few words, walked in and pulled her up with no hands on a neck that lifted Season Warm, almost dragged him out of the tent.

When he came out, he was about to kick his foot onto her. The old woman came back at the same time, shouting and busy. He rescued Seasonal Warm from his hand, and looked at Seasonal Warm's hand with pain and asked her a big mouth, like caring, like accusing again.

Seasonal warmth is really incomprehensible this time, she can only try to make herself look particularly poor innocent and scared, red eyes, tearful and scared and grieving looking at the old woman, lifting her hot and blistering hands, pointing to her stomach and mouth, and pointing to the bowl that fell on the floor in the tent.

The old woman knew that she had not eaten much since she had been caught yesterday. When she saw that Seasonal Warm's hands had been burned like this, she did not want to go to deliver food. Now she was afraid that it would be difficult to even touch her. After the old woman had said a few words to Darry, Darry looked at Seasonal Warm with disgust and obviously did not want to leave her alone.

Ajib sent her to deliver the meal to Control, and her hands turned to burn like this, whether by chance or deliberately, and now this woman can't stay.

The old woman kept the season warm again, and Daly turned her face directly cold and went back to the cabin where Ajib was located to report the situation.

The old woman held the season warm, spoke Cambodian constantly, sounded like she was heartbroken by the season's warm hands, and asked her what was going on. The season warm did not make any noise, but just drooled her head and followed her into the old cabin next to her.

Seasonal Warm is now touched on the back of her hand and it hurts terribly. The burned spot is more like a fire. The old woman comes here with a needle and forcibly presses her hand. One by one, she breaks it directly to her. Seasonal Warm is in pain. She trembles all over her body, but she bites her mouth dead. This time, her eyes are not pretending to be afraid of grieving red, but they are really red. Tears accumulate in her eyes.

She had never suffered from this kind of pain in her life, and her lips had been bitten and bled.

Later, the old woman didn't know what medicine she had. It seemed like a vegetable medicine proprietary to Southeast Asian countries. Gray and white, she spilled it directly on the back of her hand. Then she cut off one of the underside of the season-warming white dress, wrapped it around her back and wrist. After wrapping it up for her, she patted her hand again, meaning that she would rest tonight without having to go to work.

Seasonwarm nodded to the old woman thankfully, out of the instinct of an "innocent person caught”, Seasonwarm pointed out the direction outside the dense forest, and looked at the old woman with a thirst, meaning to wonder when she would get out of here.

The old woman looked at her with some sympathy, but shook her head.

There are only two paths to being caught in a place like this, either to take care of these people's clothing and shelter for as many years as she did, or there is only one way to die, and it is impossible to be let go at all.

The old woman left the house shortly afterwards, the season warm sat inside, waited for the old woman to go away before getting up, some of the hard work moved her wrist, the pain made her more aware of the situation she was facing.

She stood in front of the window and looked out, this is a camp made up of many wooden hut grass house tents, in the deepest part of the forest, surrounded by green plants on four sides, not a small area, blurred vision under the night, unable to see the specific features of those houses, only one outline, a pile of fire in the middle, surrounded by a circle of people, eating and drinking with wine and meat there, and laughing loudly, and from time to time, with a sharp look in her direction, as if in the wooden hut in Agyeb before, people had mentioned that they were going to throw her to bed to taste, and they had officially put her on the agenda.

Seasonal warmth sees the guns between their waists, and it gets colder and colder.

This is not a peaceful country, in China. There will never be such a place in the country, but this is Cambodia.

In the coming years, many international relief efforts will be linked to civil strife in this part of Cambodia, whether in the Mekong River or Lake Donrissa, where there have been countless accidents. Ten years ago today, security is even worse than it was a decade later, and the peacekeeping situation in the vicinity is less sophisticated than it was a decade later.

If you want to leave, you have to save yourself.

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Outside the forest.

Feng Ling changed into a more intimate black suit with two silencer guns between her waist, squatting down and strapping her shoes, while placing a dagger flashing in the blade sheath next to her boot.

“What are you doing?” Just as she was about to tie her shoelaces to get up for action, suddenly a black shadow appeared in front of her and a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.

You don't have to see it, you can hear it.

Feng Ling did not lift his head, fixed the dagger beside his boots, touched the gun between his waists again, stood up and looked at the man with no expression in front of him: “The Seasonal Warm Sutra was taken away all day and overnight, I had to go in and find her. ”

“How do you get in? Step into the minefield?” Nanheng looks at her coldly: “This forest is surrounded by minefields left over from the war decades ago, including new minefields added by those inside. If you haven't found her yet, you'll be blown to pieces! Wait for us to come in and collect your body? ”