The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 287 This woman is not allowed to stay

Dali saw her look like this, and she cursed a word that couldn’t understand the season.

It is estimated that what he said should be an impatient spit.

The season went to the tent for cooking. Dali kicked the kettle outside the tent and told her to hurry. He was very impatient now.

The warmth of the season warmed at him. The people here are mostly wicked and evil. She must be careful every step of the way, and she can't easily get angry.

Dali was very cold and looked at her outside the tent. The season was warming up inside, holding a small bowl, and the hand twitched and gave her a soup, then took a careful drink.

Seeing her is really hungry, Dali no longer looks at her, let her drink there, but still urged it in an impatient tone.

The warmth of the season is pretending to be invisible, while drinking the soup and licking his eyes from time to time.

When Dali went to the side of the wooden house and grabbed a cigarette from another person to take it, the warm hand quickly stirred in the pot, watching the pot boiling all the time. The soup of the bubble suddenly became a heartache, and the pot was overturned by hand. The instant hot soup spilled out and dripped onto the backs and wrists of her hands. Her painful "ah" screamed, the whole The man fell backwards and threw himself to the ground.

When Dali heard the sound, he rushed back in an instant and opened the curtain of the tent. He saw the pot on the fire being overturned and sprinkled all over the floor. The warmth of the season was a painful and trembling squat. On the ground, a blisters were instantly burned on the back of the hand, and a large red piece was terrible.

When Daliton squatted a few words outside, he walked in and took a warm-hearted neckline and slammed her up. The warm season was almost dragged out of the tent by him.

When he came out, he was about to hit her on the other side. The old woman just came back at this moment. When she shouted, she was busy. She saved the warm season from his hand and looked at the warm hands of the season. On the one hand, I asked her a big mouth, like being concerned, but also blaming.

The warm season is really incomprehensible. She can only try to make herself look particularly pitiful and scared. She has a pair of eyes, tears and fear and grievances to look at the old woman and lift it up. The hand that was hot and full of blisters pointed to his stomach and mouth, and pointed to the bowl that fell on the floor in the tent.

The old woman knew that she had never eaten anything since she was arrested yesterday. The hand that saw the warm season was burned like this. Not to mention sending food. Now I am afraid that it is difficult to move it together. The old woman is right. After Dali said a few words, Dali’s disappointing cold eyes looked at the warmth of the season, and apparently did not want to let her go.

Ajibu asked her to send a meal to Control, and her hand was burned into this virtue. Whether it was coincidence or her deliberate, now this woman can't stay.

The old woman has been maintaining the warmth of the season. Dali turned her face coldly and returned to the wooden house where Ajibu was located.

The old woman warmed up in the season, kept talking about Cambodian, listening to the tone like a warm-hearted hand in the season, and asking her what was going on, the season did not make any noise, just kept his head down. Followed her into the dilapidated wooden house.

The warmth of the season is now hurting when it is touched on the back of the hand. The burnt place is more like a fire. The old woman takes the needle and forced her hand, one by one, directly to her, the painful warm season. Trembling, but biting his mouth, this time the eyes are not pretending to be afraid of the red, but it is really red, tears are in the eyelids.

I have never suffered from such pains in my life, and my lips have been bitten by her.

After that, the old woman did not know what medicine she was taking. It seemed to be the exclusive botanical drug in this Southeast Asian country. It was grayish white and spilled directly onto the back of her hand. Then she cut the lower part of the warm white skirt. Wrapped around her back and wrist, wrapped her up, and patted her hand again, meaning that she should rest first night, no need to work.

The warmth of the season is grateful to the old woman, nodding her head. Out of the instinct of a "innocent person who has been arrested", the warm season refers to the direction outside the jungle, and another woman who is eager to look at the old woman means to know When can I leave here?

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

Being caught in such a place, there are only two roads, or they have been here to take care of these people’s clothing, food and shelter for many years, or they have only one dead road, and it is impossible to be let go.

It didn't take long for the old woman to leave the house. The warmth was sitting inside. When the old woman walked away, she got up. Some of her struggling movements moved her wrists. The pain made her more awake. What is she facing now? Situation.

She stood in front of the window and looked out. It is a camp composed of many wooden house tents. In the deepest part of the jungle, surrounded by green plants, the floor space is not small, the vision under the night is blurred, and the specifics of those houses cannot be seen clearly. The appearance, only one outline, a pile of fire in the middle of the open space, surrounded by a circle of people, holding wine and meat to eat and drink there, and laughed loudly, and from time to time with sharp eyes to her direction I took a look at it, as if I had been in the wooden house of Ajib, and everyone mentioned that it was necessary to throw her into the bed and taste the taste. It was officially put on the agenda.

When the season warms to see the guns of those people's waists, my heart is getting colder.

It is not a peaceful country at all. There is absolutely no such place in China. It is Cambodia.

In the next few years, many international rescues are related to civil strife in this part of Cambodia. Whether it is the Mekong River or Tonle Sap Lake, there have been countless accidents. Ten years ago today, the law and order here is even more than ten years later. Poor, the peacekeeping situation in the vicinity is not as perfect as it was ten years later.

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

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Outside the jungle.

Feng Ling changed his body to a more compact black suit. He had two silencers at his waist. He was squatting and tying his shoelaces, and he placed the cold dagger in the blade sheath next to the boots.

"What are you doing?" Just as she was about to finish her shoelace and get ready to get up, suddenly, a black shadow was thrown in front of her, and a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.

I don’t have to look at it and I hear the sound of Nanheng.

Feng Ling did not look up, fixed the dagger on the side of the boots, touched the gun at the waist, stood up, and looked at the man with a blank expression in front of his face: "The warm season was caught one day and one night, I Must go in and find her."

"How do you get in? Step on 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." District, you haven't found her yet, you will be blown up first! Waiting for us to go in and collect your corpse?"

(End of this chapter)