Ajib was about to snap his fingers, but Ji Nuan saw that there was no one else in the wooden house, not even the old woman who had been guarding her before.

I thought that this time it might really be dead, but fortunately it didn't drag down the ink depth of field.

She shuddered and slowly closed her eyes, but the sweat that overflowed her nose clearly revealed her fear and nervousness, which was not the instinct of a well-trained informant or base personnel.

Ajib glanced at her hesitantly, but he couldn't keep this kind of person, and was about to kill someone first, when suddenly Dali ran in from outside.

Dali didn't know what he was saying, and he seemed to be in a hurry to speak.

Ajib paused when he held the gun, his eyes were taken back from Dali, and then he looked at Ji Nuan coldly, and said in English: "Trol is our 'invited' guest, he has not eaten or drunk for four days, no matter how strong his mind and body are, he can't hold it, and now he has fallen and will die at any time." ”

Ji Nuan's expression was still looking at him blankly, and he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing that she had always looked like she was scared stupidly, Ajib suddenly put away the gun with an impatient face, turned around and said a few words to Dali in Cambodian, and left directly.

Ji Nuan's heart kept beating the drum, and she didn't expect that she would escape death, and the reason why she escaped death was that Mo Jingshen hadn't eaten or drunk for four days, and it was he who used the way of falling down to divert part of Ajib's attention from her.

Ajib said that the ink depth of field is now down.

What does it mean to be poured?

Did you faint or not?

Or is something wrong?!

Ji Nuan didn't dare to put worry on her face, she just looked at Dali standing in the room with a frightened face, and Dali motioned for her to get out of bed and go with him with her eyes.

Ji Nuan bit her lower lip and pointed to her hand that was still wrapped in gauze, meaning that she couldn't deliver food or do anything now.

Dali kicked impatiently on the wooden bed under her, knowing that she was mute, and could not hear anything, and even cursed a few words, urging her to hurry up with him.

Ji Nuan had no choice but to get out of bed with a timid expression, and followed him with a neck shrunk and a look of fear of death.

Dali took her to the vicinity of the wooden house surrounded by layers where Mo Jingshen was, Ji Nuan was a little worried that they were going to continue to implement the order given by Ajib last night, and were thinking about how to continue to avoid this kind of dead end, suddenly, Ajib motioned to her to go to the stone table over there and send the bowl of water in.

Ji Nuan looked at him inexplicably, Ajibu pointed to the water, and then pointed to the wooden house where Mo Jingshen lived, the meaning was obvious, it was to let her go in to deliver water.

What does it mean that you don't deliver food, but you send water instead?

The door of the wooden house was open at this moment, and she remembered that she had seen Mo Jingshen before that there was no trace of binding on his body, but he didn't come out, could he really faint?

Ji Nuan slowly moved to the door of the wooden house and glanced inside.

Seeing Mo Jingshen's always long and tall figure sitting under the wooden wall by the window of the wooden house, his eyes closed, his face was pale, and his lips were a little chapped and pale, obviously due to serious lack of water, and he was already in a semi-comatose state, he did not lie down, but insisted on sitting there, resting with his eyes closed.

It turned out that their purpose was to let her in and feed Ink Depth of Field.

After Ji Nuan glanced at it, his eyes turned to the bowl of water on the rough stone table outside, walked over, and picked up the bowl of water under Dali's cold gaze.

She didn't know if Mo Jingshen had been refusing to eat their food and water because she was afraid that they would be poisoned, or if she was just resisting, but she was even more unsure whether there was poison in this bowl of water now.

Ji Nuan walked towards the wooden house with the bowl in her hand, and suddenly she didn't seem to hold it steady, so that some of the water in the bowl spilled out, and it splashed on the back of her hand that was burned last night.

Seeing her clumsiness, Dali was about to go over and kick her, and even wanted to pull out his gun and shoot her.

But I remember that Ajib confessed that Trol was completely rejected by everyone they had here, but this captured woman was not their person. And women are more careful than these men, and now let her take care of Trol, let her find a way to feed him, find a way to let him eat, and save his life, is the right thing.

Otherwise, if Trol really dies like this, not to mention that those secrets have not been obtained, if he dies, the trump card in their hands that is enough to threaten Base Xi and the American police will not exist.

He must be kept alive!

Dali endured his temper, and after scolding, he asked Ji Nuan to fetch another bowl of water and come back.

Ji Nuan got up tremblingly, nodded to him again and again, and then trotted to the artificially dug well near the cooking tent to get a bowl of clean water, and then carefully held it over.

Dali glared at her and warned her not to rub in, telling her to hurry in and feed the water.

But after she entered, Dali and a few people guarded the door and window, staring at the situation inside at the same time, and also kept looking at Ji Nuan and Mo Depth of Field's expressions, not missing any suspicious clues.

Ji Nuan walked in and walked quickly to Mo Jingshen, trying to make the trembling movement of the hand she raised a little less, but her trembling would not be regarded as excited and nervous by them, and it was estimated that she would only think that she was afraid and afraid.

She carefully sent the water to Mo Shenshen's somewhat chapped mouth, even if the man didn't eat, drink, wash or sleep for four days, his breath was much thinner than usual, but the breath was still warm and clear, and it belonged to the breath of Mo Depth of Field.

Ji Nuan held the bowl and tentatively fed him the water, but the man's lips were closed, although they were not tightly closed, but they couldn't be fed in if they were closed gently.

She couldn't speak, she could only use her hand to gently pat him on the shoulder.

Mo Jingshen's pale and handsome eyebrows frowned, he didn't open his eyes, he just felt the water bowl in his mouth, and he turned his head away.

Ji Nuan was really anxious this time, and pressed the bowl to his mouth hard, patting his hand on his shoulder to no avail, so he had to raise his hand and pat him on the face.

In normal times, Mo Jingshen would definitely smell the familiar aura on her, and he would definitely notice who she was.

But after four or five days of torment and torture, even if his sense of smell was not out of order, he was probably not so sensitive in his current state of lack of water and weakness.

Ji Nuan saw that he never opened his eyes or opened his mouth, so he simply pressed his outstretched leg hard, and then sat on his knee with a hard butt.

Finally, Mo Jingshen noticed the lightness and softness on his legs, his eyebrows knotted, and he slowly opened his dark eyes. Can't find the latest chapters of the book you want to read?coughcoughcough,It's not a problem.,Recommend a public account.,There's a young lady here to help you find the latest chapters.,Chat with you!