The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 289, Ink Jing Shen, noticed...

Ajib was about to pull his fingers. The season was warm and there were no other people in the wooden house. Even the old woman who had been protecting her before was not there.

I thought that this may be really dead, but fortunately I did not drag on to the depths of the ink.

Her heart burst into cold, slowly closing her eyes, but the sweat from the nose clearly revealed her fear and tension, which is not a well-trained instinct of the well-trained informant or base personnel.

Ajib stunned her with a suspicious look, but this kind of person still couldn't stay. He was going to kill the person first. Suddenly, Dali ran from the outside.

Dali didn't know what to say, and listening to the speed was a bit anxious.

Ajib’s action with a gun was paused. His eyes came back from Dali’s side, and then he looked at the warmth in cold weather. He said in English: “Control is the guest we’re coming to, he’s already four. I don’t want to eat or drink, and my strong mind and body can’t hold it. Now that people have fallen, they will die at any time.”

The warm look of the season is still looking at him with a blank look, and nothing can be heard.

Seeing that she was always the look of being frightened and stupid, Ajib suddenly received a gun with a look of imperfection. After returning to speak in Dali in Cambodian language, she went straight.

The warm heart of the season has been playing drums, but I didn’t even think that I would survive in the dead. The reason for her escape was that she had not eaten or drunk for four days. He used the way of falling down and placed Ajib on her. The attention has been removed.

Ajibu said that Mo Jingshen is now down.

What does it mean to fall?

Is it faint or still?

What happened? !

The season did not dare to put his fear on his face, but looked at Dali, who was standing in the room with fear. Dali pointed her eyes to her to get out of bed and go with him.

The season warmed the lower lip and pointed to the hand that was still wrapped around the gauze, meaning that she had no way to deliver the meal or what she was doing now.

Dali was impatient with a foot on the wooden bed under her. She knew that she was a dumb, and she couldn’t hear anything. She even screamed a few words, and impatiently urged her to go with him.

The warm season had to go out of bed with a weak expression, and the neck was afraid of death and followed him.

Dali took her to the nearby wooden house surrounded by Mo Jingshen. The warmth of the season was a little worried that the order under Ajib last night was still going to be implemented. I was thinking about how to continue to avoid this death. Bureau, suddenly, Ajib with her eyes to her to go to the stone table over there to send that bowl of water.

The season is still unclear, so look at him, Ajibu pointed to the water, and then pointed to the wooden house where the ink was deep, the meaning is very obvious, is to let her go in to send water.

Don't send the meal, change the water? What do you mean?

The door of the wooden house was opening at this moment. She remembered that there was no trace of binding on the body of Mo Jingshen before, but he did not come out, wouldn't it really faint?

The season warmly moved to the front of the wooden house and looked inside.

I saw the deep and straight figure of the ink Jingjing. I sat under the wooden wall by the window of the wooden house. I closed my eyes, my face was pale, my lips were dry and white, obviously it was severely dehydrated, and I was already in a semi-conscious state. He did not lie down. Instead, sit still and rest with your eyes closed.

It turned out that their purpose was to let her go in and feed the ink to Shen Jingshen.

After a glance at the warm season, the eyes turned to a bowl of water on the rough stone table outside, and walked over, holding the water bowl under the stare of Dali's cold eyes.

She did not know if Mo Jingshen had refused to eat their food and water because they were worried that they would be poisoned, or just resisting, but she is even more uncertain about whether there is any poison in this bowl of water.

The warmth of the season held the bowl and went to the wooden house. Suddenly, the water in the bowl spilled out as if it had not been stabilized. It splashed on the back of the hand that she was burnt last night. She suddenly lost the bowl and a whole bowl. The water sprinkled out instantly.

Dali saw her clumsy look, was about to lick her, and even wanted to shoot a gun directly and collapsed her.

But remember that Ajibu confessed that Control was completely rejected by everyone here, but the woman who was arrested was not theirs. And women are more careful than these men, now let her take care of Control, let her find ways to feed him, find ways to let him eat, keep his life, is the right thing.

Otherwise, if Control is really dead, let alone those secrets have not yet been made. If he is dead, the ace of their hands that threatens the XI base and the US police will not exist.

Must let him live!

Dali endured his temper and snorted, let the season warm again and hit a bowl of water back.

The season warmed and trembled, and nodded to him, then ran to the artificially dug well near the tent where the rice was cooked, and got a bowl of clean water out, and then carefully came over.

Dali glared at her to warn her not to grind, let her go in and feed the water.

But after she entered, Dali and a few people guarded the door and the window, while staring at the inside, but also looked at the warmth of the season and the depth of the ink, not to miss any suspicious clues.

The warmth went in, and quickly walked to the front of the ink, and the trembling movement of the hand that tried to lift himself was smaller, but her trembling would not be regarded as excitement and tension. It was estimated that she would be afraid. Scared.

She carefully sent the water to the dark side of the ink-stained mouth. Even if the man did not eat, drink, drink, or sleep for four days, his breathing was much thinner than usual, but the breath was still on her hand, still warm. , clear, and unique to the breath of ink.

The season warmed up the bowl and tried to feed the water to him, but the man's lips were closed, although he was not closed, but he couldn't feed it in such a lightly closed position.

She couldn't help, she couldn't talk, she could only pat his shoulder with his hand.

Ink dark and pale, clear and handsome, the eyebrows smashed, no blinks, just felt the water bowl at the mouth, do not open the head.

This season is really anxious, and the bowl is pressed against his mouth. The hand is shot on his shoulder and it is useless. He has to raise his hand and pat on his face.

In exchange for the usual, Mo Jingshen will certainly smell the familiar atmosphere of her, he will definitely know who she is.

However, for four or five days of suffering and torture, he did not have a sense of smell, and he was not so sensitive to his current lack of water.

When he saw the season, he never blinked and didn't open his mouth. He simply pressed his outstretched leg and put a hard **** on his knee.

Finally, Mo Jingshen noticed that the legs were light and soft, and the eyebrows were knotted, slowly opening the black scorpion.

(End of this chapter)