Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

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Dali saw her look like this, and whispered something Ji Nun couldn't understand.

It is estimated that what he said should be impatient vomiting such as "trouble".

Ji Nuan went to the cooking tent, and Dali kicked the kettle outside the tent outside, telling her with his eyes that he hurry, he was impatient now.

Ji Nuan nodded at him. Most of the people here were extremely ferocious. She had to be careful at every step and could not easily offend.

Dali watched her indifferently outside the tent, Ji Nun shrunk inside, holding a small bowl, and filled her with "trembling" hands, then took a careful sip.

It was really hungry to see her, and Dali stopped looking at her and allowed her to drink there, but urged in an impatient tone.

Ji Nuan pretended not to hear, and drank the eyes from time to time while drinking soup.

While Dali went to grab a cigarette from another person outside the wooden house and smoked it, Ji Nuan's hand quickly stirred in the pot and watched the boiling gurgling in the pot. The bubble soup was suddenly ruthless, and the pot was turned over with her hands, and the hot soup was spilled instantly, dripping on the backs and wrists of her two hands, and she screamed in pain, "Ah" The man fell backwards, and Plop sat down on the ground.

Dali heard the sound, rushed back in a moment, opened the tent curtain and looked in, and saw that the pot on the fire was overturned and sprinkled all over the floor, and Ji Nuan sat paralyzed with trembling pain. On the ground, there was a blister of blisters on the back of the hand.

Dali immediately scolded a few words outside, walked in and picked up Ji Nuan's neckline and dragged her up softly. Ji Nuan was almost dragged out of his tent.

After he came out, he was about to kick her, and the old woman came back at this time, and he came over with a shout, and rescued Ji Nuan from his hand, while looking at Ji Nuan's hand in pain. At the same time, I asked her a mouthful of words, as if caring and blaming.

Ji Nuan really did n’t understand this time, she could only try to make herself look particularly poor and innocent and scared. She was looking at the old woman with red eyes, tears, scared and aggrieved. His scalded, blistered hand pointed to his belly and mouth, and to the bowl in the tent that fell to the ground.

The old lady knew that she had n’t eaten much since she caught yesterday. Now, seeing Ji Nuan's hands were burned like this, let alone to deliver food. Now I ’m afraid it ’s hard to move even now. The old lady is right After Dali said a few words, Dali looked at Ji Nuan unhappyly, obviously did not want to let go of her.

Ajib asked her to bring food to Control, and her hands were hot in a flash, no matter by coincidence or her intention, this woman couldn't stay now.

The old woman has been maintaining the warmth of the season, and Dali turned coldly, returned to the wooden house where Ajib was, and reported the situation.

The old woman helped Ji Nuan to get up and kept talking Cambodian, listening to her tone as if distressing Ji Nuan's hand, and asking her what was going on. Ji Nuan didn't make any sound, just kept her head hanging. Follow her into the dilapidated wooden house next to it.

Ji Nuan now hurts very much when touched on the back of her hand. The burned area is more like a fire. The old woman came with a needle and pressed her hand forcibly, one by one, she was broken directly. She trembled, but bit her mouth dead. This time her eyes were not red, pretending to be afraid of grievances, but really red, and her tears were in her eyes.

She hadn't suffered such painful pain in both life, and she bit her lips with blood.

After that, the old woman didn't know what medicine was taken. It seemed that this kind of plant medicine powder exclusive to Southeast Asian countries, which was gray and white, was directly sprinkled on the back of her hand, and then cut a strip of the underside of Ji Nuan's white skirt. She wrapped it on the back of her hands and wrists, wrapped her, and patted her hands again, which meant that she would rest tonight without having to work.

Ji Nuan nodded gratefully to the old woman. Out of the instinct of an "arrested innocent man", Ji Nuan pointed to the direction outside the dense forest, and looked at the old woman with a eager look, meaning to know When can I leave here.

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

There are only two ways to be caught in this kind of place. Either she has been here to take care of these people for a long time, or there is only one way to die. It is impossible to let go.

The old woman left the house not long after, and Ji Nuan was sitting in it. When the old woman had gone away, she got up, and moved her wrists with some effort. The pain made her more aware of what she was facing now. Situation.

She stood in front of the window and looked out. This is a camp made of many wooden houses, tents and tents. At the deepest part of the dense forest, surrounded by green plants on all sides, the area is not small, and the vision in the night is blurred. The appearance is only one outline. There is a pile of fire in the middle of the open space, and there is a circle of people around, eating and drinking there with wine and meat, laughing out loud, and using sharp eyes to this direction from time to time. At a glance, as if in the wooden house of Ajib, everyone mentioned that throwing her on the bed to taste the taste has been officially put on the agenda.

When Ji Nu saw the guns around those people's waists, her heart became colder and colder.

This is not a peaceful country at all. There will never be such a place in China. But here is Cambodia.

In the next few years, many international rescues will be related to the civil strife in Cambodia. Whether it is the Mekong or Tonle Sap, there have been numerous accidents. Today, ten years ago, the law and order here is even greater than ten years later. Poor, the peacekeeping situation in this neighborhood is not as thoughtful and perfect as ten years later.

If you want to leave, you can only help yourself.

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Outside the jungle.

Feng Ling changed into a more tight-fitting black jersey, with two muffler guns at her waist, squatting and tying shoelaces, and at the same time, she placed a dagger with cold light in the scabbard next to the boots.

"What are you doing?" Just as she was about to tie her laces and stood up for action, all of a sudden, a dark shadow was cast in front of her, and a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.

You can hear Nanheng's voice without looking.

Feng Ling didn't look up, fixed the dagger beside the boots, touched the gun at the waist, stood up, and stared expressionlessly at the indifferent man in front of him: "Ji Nujing has been arrested day and night, I Must go in to find her. "

"How do you get in? Step into the minefield?" Nan Heng looked at her coldly: "This jungle is surrounded by minefields left over from the war decades ago, including new mines added by those people. You have n’t found her yet, you ’re going to be blown up and crushed! Wait for us to go in and collect your body? ”