He never thought that one day, he would rely on the strength of a woman. When he came to the shore, Mo Ning climbed up first, and then dragged Mo Yichen out of the water with all his strength, pushed away the thick branches, and helped him to a small cave.

"How can there be such a place here?"

"Isn't it...... Feeling like a movie? Mo Yichen leaned his back against the stone wall, his short hair was attached to his face, and he barely sat up straight with his left hand on the ground.

"What about your injuries?"

"Ning Xi," Mo Yichen couldn't say a complete sentence weakly, "Pick up some branches and light a fire......

"Okay." Mo Ning did so, picked up a slightly dry branch, and just as he was on the point, the man said cautiously, "Cover the entrance of the cave, those people will definitely come." "This cave is very secretive, Mo Ning pulled all the rattans outside the cave to the entrance of the cave, and after making sure that everything was safe, he went back and lit a fire.

It's not a spacious space, but with the firelight, it's much warmer. Mo Yichen touched his waist, fortunately, his things didn't fall. A Swiss Army knife was placed in front of Rong En, and Mo Yichen beckoned to her, "Ning Xi, come here." ”

She sat down beside him, and Mo Yichen put the knife in her palm, "Help me cut my clothes, I want to see how the injury is." Mo Ning took it and tore it from the cuff first, but when it came to the wound, the blood had already solidified with the clothes, and it was slightly pulled, which made Mo Yichen frown.

Seeing that she no longer moved, the man stared at her and said, "Scared? Mo Ning clenched the Swiss Army knife in her hand, her face was pale, her eyes were slightly red, Mo Yichen saw it, she was no longer embarrassed for her, and after pulling the place where she was obsessed, she tore her clothes hard. The warm blood did not spurt out as Mo Ning imagined, but only oozing some blood, because the wound had been soaked in the seawater for too long, the surrounding area was red and swollen, and the surface of the skin even had white carrion.

Mo Yichen endured the pain, his eyes were scarlet, a layer of sweat was already oozing from his forehead, and the knuckles of the five fingers holding half of the sleeve were white.

Mo Ning sat down on the ground, Mo Yichen took a few breaths, leaned back to the stone wall weakly, "Knife...... Set it on fire...... "She had already guessed what would happen next, and with a heavy heart, she baked the knife red, Mo Ning's palm was hot, and moved back to Mo Yichen's side. The man's head was slightly tilted, sweat slid down his chin into the neckline, he turned his head sideways, and his black eyes were on Mo Ning, "You come." Hao's wrist trembled, and Mo Ning couldn't start.

"You usually ...... Didn't you look like you wanted to tear me apart? Now, as you ...... Wish. Mo Yichen hooked his lips, his premonition was not good, his right hand was already numb to the point of being unconscious, and if he didn't take out the bullet, this arm might really not be saved. Brother ......" Mo stared at his wound.

"Have you ever killed someone?" The man's thin lips pursed slightly, as if laughing at her knowingly asked, "If not, I wouldn't be alive today." Seeing that she didn't speak for a long time, Mo Yichen chuckled, "Scared?" Mo Ning saw that the pus and blood on his arm had been flowing out of the wound, what were he afraid of? At this point, it's unknown whether you'll get out alive, "How can I get out of it?" ”

"Scrape off the outer layer of carrion with the tip of a knife, and then use a sharp knife to ...... Cut open the wound and remember...... Don't hesitate to move......" Mo Ning knew that she couldn't do it, but she still forced herself to pick up the Swiss Army knife in her hand, and as soon as the knife touched the wound, her hand trembled, and a bloody mark was made on Mo Yichen's skin.

As if unconscious, the man held the rough branch in his palm with his other hand, holding Mo Ning behind his back, she stabilized her mind, wiped the sweat on her face, and pressed the knife towards Mo Yichen's arm. Scraping off carrion is actually a hundred times more painful than taking out a bullet. Mo Ning was calm, but he was not so scared, Mo Yichen's arm was already bloody and blurred, but he always kept his face tight, and occasionally, he couldn't help it, and only then did a * sound escape from his lips.