Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

As soon as she entered the door, the figure in the wooden chair in the black shirt did not move, opening her eyes only as she hurriedly approached.

Deep black eyes fell on her face.

Seasonal Warm, while the people outside did not come immediately to monitor because of the lack of Dari's supervision, rushed up to the depth of Ink View and delivered the water from the tray to him, whispering: “Feng Ling and Nanheng, they are expected to be here soon, there will be war smoke, those people are disturbed by the sound of the helicopter, now nobody can see, you need strength, drink a little. ”

He hasn't spoken for more than two days, and the warm voice of the season is a little dull, but enough to make him hear.

Ink's eyes drooped deep, looking at the position where the white cloth was still wrapped around his warm hands during the season.

At this time, there was no time to ask her exactly how she came to Cambodia and how she was caught here. Only when she saw her redder fingers than yesterday, there was a forest chill in her eyebrows.

And at the same time, Mojing's eyes were cold, and he said, “Someone's coming. ”

Seasonal Warm was about to feed him water and paused. He took a step backwards, holding a bowl with both hands, and continued the way Weinono stood there trying to ask him to eat.

Darry heard that Seasonal Warm came to deliver the meal as he had requested in the early morning. He took the time to look at it. He saw Seasonal Warm's constant fear of trembling outside the door and took a deep glance at Ink View.

Mo Jing sat deep there, unable to see a slight expression.

The water and food in the bowl are still not moving by half.

There was no time to keep an eye on the woman today, and Daly told a few people outside the cabin and then turned back to Agibu with a cold face.

But by this time, the outside people had left their eyes here, and the season's warm and silent eyes were lifted to the depth of the ink.

The sound of the helicopter was getting closer and closer, the few times last night had not been this close, the camp was confused at this time, the few outside the house had been standing in the room without talking or moving, Mo Jingdeep had also been cold face no movement, after a while, he went to the front with the gun to see the situation, only two people were left outside, but the two people also looked inside for half a day, they really couldn't see any fame hall, and they didn't pay special attention to the movement inside.

Seasonwarm stared at Mo Jing deep, until she saw the man silently nodded her head, she suddenly pushed the door out, in a panicked mouth “ah”, running outward, pointing to the sounds of the helicopters in the sky as they approached, running as if scared.

The two guards outside saw her in this desperate outward position, and now anyone unrelated to their group is suspicious. When they see her run away, they simply raise their guns and aim in her direction, intending to kill her directly so as not to leave her behind.

Just as both of them had just focused their attention on the warm side of the season, they had not noticed the man coming out of the cabin behind them, not to mention the man with two hard stone bowls in his hand, and immediately smashed them directly in the most vulnerable position behind their neck. By the time they had returned to God to endure the pain and were about to lift their guns backwards, they were one step late. Because of the blunt pain behind the neck and the numbness of the head, they were slowed down a lot, and the other cheater took two guns, and then bent their arms and hit them hard in the eyes and abdomen with their elbows, and the two were directly pressed down before they had time to resist.

The two men lay on the ground and shouted a bunch of words in their mouths, but their voices could not be pulled out, they could not call the people in front of the camp to support them, not to mention the fact that this person who had not eaten in four or five days still had the strength!

Seasonal Warm didn't go far, if she ran too far, the people in front of her would only blow the snake.

Noting the situation on the deep side of Mo Jing, she turned around and ran back. Luckily, she deliberately brought two polished stone bowls in the cooking tent today. The bowls used here were all rough wood bowls and stone bowls. When Dali was watching her before, all she had been holding were very safe wooden bowls. Today, while Dali was not following her, the old lady didn't pay attention, so she sneaked the stone bowl over, which turned out to be really useful.

Just rushed back, I saw Ink Jing Deep buttoned the guns on the heads of the two men. The man was wearing a black shirt with some wrinkles and slightly messy hair. He had not managed his image for many days. His eyes were blade and dark.

Seasonal Warm has yet to see Mo Jingdeep holding a gun, but in this lifeless environment, whoever has a gun can defend himself.

She paused, suddenly grabbed two palm-sized stones on the ground, ran over them and hit them hard on the head. She saw that they had been knocked out, then breathed out a long breath. When she lifted her eyes, she saw Ink Jing raised her eyes deeply and looked at her like this without talking.

“Should… just faint…” Seasonal warmth has a somewhat uncertain opening.

She hasn't killed anyone... but these two stones should be quite a blow... not to mention a blow to the head...

Even if it's not dead, it's probably disabled.

Mo Jing retracted his eyes deeply and stood up when he saw that the two men had indeed stopped moving.

But when he just walked out of the cabin, the energy accumulated for a long time could only last. After all, he hadn't eaten in four or five days. The moment he got up, he stunned. Seasonal warm eyes hurried forward to grab his arm and help him.

The man stood up slowly, checking the remaining bullets in the two guns in his hand, and stuffed one of them into the cuffs of the warm season. The white dress on the warm season had no pockets, and only the wide cuffs could barely fit anything.

“How are you?” The season was warm, staring at his pale face with only her eyes, but even if she didn't eat for a few days, her hand on his arm could still feel the man's body accumulating strength.

Mo Jing deeply unanswered, just looked at her deeply, listening to the noise of the sky getting closer and closer, asked: "How did you get here? ”

He hid many days of fear and grievance in his heart with his late questioning, and all of a sudden almost all of it had to be revealed. Ji Wen withstood tears and stared at him with resentment: “You told me to wait for you to go back, you said you would take me back to Haicheng, but you didn't go at all. Since you didn't go, I had to come to you. ”

Easy for her to say, places like Cambodia, where they come from.

“Seasonal warmth.” The man looked at her with some seriousness, and now he didn't have time to figure out why he came to Cambodia, and he didn't have time to ask her how she got caught here, and he said, “From now on, stick with me. When Nanheng and his people arrive, follow their people immediately and leave. You must obey them, you can't be arbitrary, okay? ”

If Season Warm really wants to say he's going with them, what's he going to do? Is he staying with these fatalities? Rotate?

But then she nodded, staring at his face, and suddenly she said, "Okay, I'll protect myself for the baby in my stomach! ”