The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 291: Ink deep is very deep, with a warning in the dark

In the evening, it is still a meal that cannot be avoided.

This time the season warm can no longer use the way to burn the hand to avoid this robbery, Ajibu called Dali to follow her from morning to night, the only thing that can be done in the warm season is to observe the habit of Dali.

Daly will drink some wine every day at noon and at night, will not drink too much, will not take a nap and will not be drunk to give others any chance to escape, such a cautious and self-disciplined person, no wonder Ajibu trusts him so much.

The old woman has already re-treated the gauze on her hand for the warm season, but it is still not professionally wrapped. The scald on the back of the season is mixed with the color of the herbal ash, which looks even more horrible. Fortunately, the white gauze bag Otherwise, she can't stand it anymore.

The warm-up figure appeared in the wooden house of Mo Jingshen, and he saw the man sitting on the wall during the day. He was standing at the window, just leaning against the wooden window sill, his eyes glanced coldly. She just walked into the door.

Can still stand up, it seems that the water she forced him to feed in the morning still played a little effect, at least he did not really dehydrate completely.

Dali and the group stood outside and watched.

The warmth of the season was filled with a wooden tray, and then the two bowls inside were taken out, then I looked at the ink depth and told him to eat with my eyes.

Mo Jingshen stood there and did not move, just looking at her.

There was a kind of dark black in his twilight, and the light was cold and bright, and when Dali’s eyes stared at the warmth of the season, the depth of the eyes of the ink was deep, and there was a dangerous warning in the dark.

The warm season is probably understood. He makes her honest. Don't try to find a way to save him here, not to have any doubts.

He is telling her that she must protect herself first.

The season looked warm and calm, looked at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowls, and walked over to him.

Mo Jing looked at her and did not move.

The season is warm, I think, if she hasn't been caught here before, she may still be waiting for the best rescue time in Fengling and Nanheng.

Now, since she is already in the shackles, she is already a grasshopper who is completely on the rope with him. Then she is not doing self-protection, but letting him eat.

I have been insisting for four days. If I don’t eat or drink this way, her child will have no father.

In the warmth of the season, the bowl is approaching, and the ink is deeper and colder.

Jiwen knows the dead situation between the two people. It is wrong to eat and not eat this meal. But if it is forcibly fed, then at least it can be counted. After all, the strength of Mo Jingshen should be the enemy. But she, she really wants to feed, he can't stop, Dali doesn't think it's strange.

She put a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it on his mouth. The man still kept his lips as if he was drinking water in the morning, silently standing.

The season warmed and worked hard to make a few gestures to him. In fact, it was also given to Dali. She expressed her concern to Mo Jingshen if he did not eat, she would be killed, and she would put her hands together again. With his attitude of begging, he asked him to eat.

Inkeye looked at her with deep coldness, and suddenly sneered, took a chair in the wooden house and sat down. After he sat down, he still said nothing.

If the big room seems to be performing an extreme mime, there are countless edges hidden in silence, and once it is not good, it will be ruined.

The season warmed himself to take a meal, chewed it in his mouth, and then opened his mouth like a really dumb "ah", as if telling him that the meal was very clean, she did it by herself, no poison.

Ink Shen Shen sat down on the wooden chair, raised his hand, was about to knock over another bowl on the side table, but suddenly was dragged by a very weak force.

He was on the side, and the hand that had been burnt in the warm season had already clung to his clothes corner, and some force.

He looked up in the cold and looked at her.

The season warmed the moving lips, carefully guarding the bowl, so as not to be overthrown by him. Seeing this situation is always deadlocked. She heard that Dali and the group of people are laughing outside in Cambodian, sometimes from time to time. I heard some ridiculous laughter.

They have guns in their hands, and they have the power to kill them here. They can watch the outside as if they are watching a lively event.

However, the warmth of the season and the depth of the ink are in the line of life and death here, and a little carelessness is no longer a disaster.

How can we make this scene happen?

How can we force a man to go to a reasonable heart to be able to eat?

The warmth of the season suddenly put the bowl in the hand down, and slowly squatted under the expression of the deep depth of the ink.

The man sat in the chair and looked at her suddenly squatting figure. The quiet black scorpion jumped if there was nothing, but it was only for a moment, but she still looked at her without any expression, but her hand was in anyone. Under the invisible angle, holding the armrests on the side of the chair, the slender five fingers are getting tighter and tighter, the bones are white, and the eyebrows are not even a little bit different.

The warmth of the season is crying and seeking and being embarrassed. Dali is looking at the outside and seeing the ink, so there is no movement to eat. It seems that this woman who was arrested has nothing to do with him. It may even be true that even the Chinese are not. After all, if it is a compatriot, perhaps he can still have some guilty conscience.

In this way, Mo Jing Shen is not only persevering, but the heart is also awkward, so a beautiful and poor woman can not shake him.

Seeing that he was always unmoved, Dali simply walked in and put the gun directly on the head of the warm season. The season was not on the ground.

Da pointed to the warm forehead with a gun and smiled and said in English: "Mr. Control really refuses to eat? It seems that this woman is really useless. You hate her so much. I ended up directly in front of you. How? kind?"

Ink darkness smiles very lightly, cold eyes are right, tone is not concerned: "Is it?"

Dalí directly buckled the trigger, his eyes swept the inky depth of the face that always thin, asked him: "kill, or not kill?"

The ink scene is deep and sag, and I don’t even look at the season warmer. The look is cold and the expression is blank: "Then kill it."

Hearing, Dali narrowed his eyes.

The warm, stiff squats sit on the ground, and the black hole's muzzle is always on her forehead.

She didn't move, Dali didn't move, and the man sitting on the wooden chair didn't even look at the eyelids.

There are a few seconds of silence in the house.

Suddenly, Dali’s mouth bent and whispered. Suddenly he took the gun and put the gun back to his waist: “Mr. Control really doesn’t know how to pity the jade, so white and so beautiful women can’t touch you. ”

Dali suddenly leaned down again, not so clean fingers pinching the warm chin: "Useless things, if your mother-in-law has no strength, you need to help you cook, you are afraid that you will not live." To this day."

(End of this chapter)