At night, it is still impossible to avoid delivering food.

This time Ji Nuan couldn't use the way of scalding his hands to avoid this catastrophe, Ajib asked Dali to follow her from morning to night, and the only thing Ji Nuan could do was to observe Dali's habits.

Dali would drink some wine at noon and dinner every day, not too much, would not take a nap and would not get drunk to give others any chance to escape, such a cautious and self-disciplined person, no wonder Ajib trusted him so much.

The old woman had already helped Ji Nuan reprocess the gauze on her hand, but it was still not a professional bandage, the burns on the back of Ji Nuan's hands were mixed with the color of herbal gray, which looked even more miserable, fortunately wrapped in white gauze, otherwise she wouldn't be able to stand it herself.

As soon as Ji Nuan's figure appeared in the wooden house with ink depth of field, he saw the man who was still sitting by the wall during the day, standing in front of the window at this time, just leaning against the wooden windowsill, and glanced coldly at her who had just walked in the door.

He was still able to stand up, and it seemed that the water she had forcibly fed him in the morning had had a little effect, at least he wasn't really completely dehydrated.

Dali and the group stood outside as usual, watching.

Ji Nuan went in with the wooden tray without saying a word, took out the two bowls inside, and then looked at Mo Jingshen, and told him to eat with his eyes.

Mo Jingshen stood there still, just looking at her.

There was a light black in his pupils, and his eyes were cold and bright, and when Dali's eyes were staring at Ji Nuan, Mo Jingshen's gaze was very deep, and there was a warning of danger in the thick black.

Ji Nuan probably understood, he told her to be honest and stop trying to find a way to rescue him here, let alone make any suspicious moves.

He was telling her to protect herself first.

Ji Nuan calmly glanced at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowls, and walked towards him.

Mo Jingshen looked at her and didn't move.

Ji Nuan was thinking in her heart that if she hadn't been caught here before, she might still be able to wait for the best rescue time at Feng Ling and Nanheng.

Now, since she is also in the house and is already a grasshopper who is completely standing on a rope with him, her first thing to do is not to protect herself, but to let him eat.

She has been doing it for four days, and if she doesn't eat or drink like this, her child will be without a father.

At the moment when Ji Nuan approached with the bowl, Mo Jingshen's gaze became colder and colder.

Ji Nuan knew that the death situation between the two of them was wrong, whether he ate this meal or not, but if he was forcibly fed it, then at least it could be counted separately, after all, Mo Jingshen's strength should be no match for her now, if she really wanted to feed her, he couldn't stop it, and Dali wouldn't feel strange when he looked at it.

She took a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it to his lips, and the man still stood silently as he did when he drank water in the morning.

Ji Nuan made a few gestures to him again, in fact, the gesture was also for Dali to see, she was expressing to Mo Jingshen that if he didn't eat, she would be killed, and she put her hands together in a begging attitude towards him, begging him to eat.

Mo Jingshen looked at her coldly, suddenly sneered, took a chair in the wooden house and sat down, and after sitting down, he still didn't say a word the whole time.

This large room seems to be playing an extreme mime, but there are countless sharp edges hidden in the silence, and once the performance is not good, the drama will ruin people.

Ji Nuan took a bite of the rice by herself, chewed it in her mouth, and then opened her mouth like a real mute "ah", as if to tell him that the meal was very clean, she made it with her own hands, and it was not poisonous.

Mo Jingshen sat down on the wooden chair, raised his hand, and was about to knock over the other bowl on the table next to him, but was suddenly held by a very weak force.

He turned his head sideways, and Ji Nuan's scalded hand was already tightly gripping the corner of his clothes, a little hard.

He looked up coldly, at her.

Ji Nuan moved her lips, carefully guarding the bowl so as not to be knocked over by him, seeing that this situation had been deadlocked, she heard Dali and the group of people laughing in Cambodian outside, and from time to time she could hear some sarcastic laughter.

They have guns in their hands, they have the power of life and death here, and they can watch from the outside as if they were watching the excitement.

But Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen have to be on the front line of life and death here, and if they are not careful, they will be doomed.

How do you get this out of here?

How can you logically force a man to be reasonable and soft-hearted, so that he can eat?

Ji Nuan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, and slowly knelt down under the extremely faint expression of ink field.

The man sat on the chair, looking at her suddenly kneeling figure, his quiet black eyes jumped down as if he were nothing, but it was only for a moment, he still looked at her with no expression, but his hand was at an angle that no one could see, holding the armrest on the side of the chair, the slender five fingers were tightened more and more, the bone joints were white, and there was no difference between the eyebrows.

Ji Nuan was crying and begging and kneeling, Dali looked at Zhengshuang outside, seeing that Mo Jingshen did not have any movement to eat, it seems that this captured woman really has nothing to do with him, and may not even be a Chinese, after all, if it is a compatriot, maybe he can still have some compassion.

From this point of view, Mo Jingshen is not only persevering, but also ruthless, such a beautiful and poor woman can't shake him.

Seeing that he was still unmoved, Dali simply walked in and put the gun directly on Ji Nuan's head, but Ji Nuan knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move.

Da pointed a gun at Ji Nuan's forehead, sneered and said in English: "Mr. Trol really refuses to eat? Then it seems that this woman is really useless, you hate her so much, I will finish her off directly in front of you, how about it?"

Mo Jingshen smiled very lightly, with a cold gaze, and his tone was unconcerned: "Really?"

Dali directly deducted the board machine, and his eyes swept the always faint expression of Mo Jingshen, and asked him: "Kill, or not kill?"

Mo Jingshen's eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't even look at Ji Nuan again, his expression was cold, and his face was expressionless: "Then kill it." ”

Hearing this, Dali narrowed his eyes.

Ji Nuan sat stiffly on the ground, and the muzzle of the black hole kept pointing at her forehead.

She didn't move, Dalí didn't move, and the man sitting on the wooden chair didn't even lift his eyelids.

There was a few seconds of dead silence in the room.

Suddenly, the corners of Dali's mouth curved, he laughed lowly, and suddenly put away the gun and put it back on his waist: "Mr. Trol really doesn't know how to pity fragrant and cherish jade, such a white and beautiful woman can't impress you." ”

Dali suddenly leaned down again at this time, and pinched Ji Nuan's chin with his not very clean fingers: "Useless things, if it weren't for the fact that my mother-in-law didn't have the strength to help cook recently, I am afraid you would not have survived today." "I can't find the latest chapter of the book I want to read?coughcoughcough, it's not a problem, I recommend a public account, there is a young lady here to help you find the latest chapter, and chat with you!