Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Ajib was about to snap his finger, and Season Warm saw no one else in the cabin, not even the old woman who had been protecting her before.

I thought I might really be dead this time, but fortunately I'm not dragging it deep into Mo Jing.

She had a chill in her heart and closed her eyes slowly, but the sweat from her nostrils clearly revealed her fear and tension, which was not the instinct of a trained informant or base person.

Agib glanced at her with hesitation, but this kind of person still couldn't stay and was about to kill someone first. Suddenly, Daly ran in from the outside.

Darry didn't know what he was saying, and he sounded like he was in a hurry.

Agibu held the gun, his eyes retrieved from Daly's side, and then he looked at the season warm with cold eyes. In English, he said: “Control is our ‘invited' guest. He hasn't eaten or drank for four days, and his strong mind and body can't hold up. Now that people have fallen, he will die at any time. ”

Season warm's face still looked at him blindly and he couldn't hear a thing.

Seeing her was always this silly look, Ajib suddenly took the gun in his impatient face and turned around and said a few words to Dari in Cambodian, then left.

Seasonwarm's heart has been playing drums, not to mention not expecting to escape from her death, and the reason she escaped from her death was because Mo Jingdeep had not eaten or drank for four days. He partly distracted Ajib's attention from her by pouring it down.

Ajib says Mo Jingshen is down now.

What do you mean, fallen?

Did you faint or...?

Or is something wrong?

Season Warm didn't dare to put her worries on her face, just looked at Darry standing in the house scared, and Darry glanced at her to get out of bed and go with him.

Seasonal warmth bit her lower lip, pointing to her hand still wrapped around the gauze, which means she can no longer deliver food or do anything like this.

Darry kicked impatiently into the wooden bed beneath her, knowing that she was mute and could not hear a thing, and she grunted a few words, very impatiently urging her to go with him.

Season warm had to get out of bed with a weak look on his face and follow him behind him with his neck shrunk and scared to death.

Darry took her to the wooden house surrounded by layers deep in Ink, and Seasonal Warm was somewhat worried that the order given by Ajib last night they were going to continue, wondering how to continue avoiding the death, and suddenly Ajib showed her with his eyes that he was going to send that bowl of water to the stone table over there.

Seasonal warmth was unknown, so I looked at him, and Agib pointed to the water, and then to the cabin where Mo Jingdeep lived, which was obviously meant to get her in to deliver the water.

No food, no water? What's that supposed to mean?

The cabin door was open at the moment, she remembered seeing Mo Jing deep before without any signs of bundling, but he didn't come out, did he really faint?

The warmth of the season slowly moved into front of the cabin door and glanced inside.

Seeing Ink has always been long and pulled out, he leaned against the wooden wall by the wooden window, closed his eyes, pale face, and his lips were also a little dry and white, obviously seriously lacking water, already in a semi-conscious state, he did not lie down, but insisted on sitting there, closed his eyes to rest.

Turns out they were trying to get her to go in and feed Mo Jing deeply.

After a glance at the warmth of the season, his eyes turned again to a bowl of water on the rough stone table outside, walking over and holding the bowl under Daly's cold eyes.

She doesn't know if Mo Jingshen's constant refusal to eat their food and water is due to fear of poisoning them, or if she's just fighting back, but she can't be sure if it's poisoned in this bowl of water.

Seasonal warmth walked toward the cabin with a bowl, suddenly as if not holding it steady so that some water spilled out of the bowl, all splashed on the back of her hand that she had only been burned last night, and suddenly she didn't hold the bowl, the whole bowl of water instantly spilled out.

Daly saw her as clumsy, about to kick her in the foot, and even tried to shoot her straight out.

But remember Agib told me that Control was a total rejection by all of them here, but this captured woman was not one of them. And women are more attentive than men like them, and now let her take care of Control, let her find a way to feed him water, find a way to feed him, save his life, is the real deal.

Otherwise, if Control really dies, let alone the secrets, if he dies, they don't have the ace card that threatens Base XI and the U.S. police.

He must be kept alive!

Darry held his temper, scolded him, and sent Season Warm back for another bowl of water.

Seasonal warmth shook up and nodded at him, then ran off to get a bowl of clean water out of the artificially dug well near the cooking tent and carefully brought it over.

Daly stared at her to warn her not to slow down and tell her to hurry in and feed the water.

But after she went in, Darry and a few people guarded the doors and windows, staring at what was going on inside, and also watching the warm and dark faces of the season, without missing any suspicious traces.

Seasonal warmth walked in, quickly walked to the deep side of Mojing, trying to keep the shivering motion on her lifted hand a little smaller, but her shivering would not be seen by them as excitement and nervousness, only to think that she was afraid.

She carefully delivered the water to the deep, somewhat dry mouth of the ink scene. Even if the man did not eat or drink or wash for four days, his breath was much thinner than usual, but his breath was still warm, clear and exclusive to the deep breath of the ink scene.

Seasonal warmth held the bowl and tried to feed him the water, but the man's lips were closed, and although they were not closed tightly, they could not be fed so gently.

She couldn't help it, she couldn't talk, she had to pat him on the shoulder with her hands.

Mo Jing's dark, pale, clean and handsome eyebrows twitched, didn't open his eyes, just felt the water bowl next to his mouth, don't start directly.

Season Warm was in a real hurry. He put the bowl against his mouth. It was useless to pat his hand on his shoulder. He had to lift his hand and pat it on his face.

If it were normal, Mo Jingdeep would definitely smell the familiar smell on her, and he would definitely know who she was.

But for four or five consecutive days of suffering and suffering, even if his sense of smell did not fail, he would not be so sensitive in his current state of water scarcity and weakness.

Seeing Season Warm, he kept his eyes open and mouth open, simply pressed his extended leg hard and sat on his knee with one more hard ass.

Finally, Mojing deeply perceived the lightness and softness of his legs, his eyebrows knotted and his eyes slowly opened.