Walking out of the rainforest, he carried her to a cell and pulled an iron chain, which he tied to an iron pillar by hanging her hands.

"Jun Xiaoyan, let go of me! - Give me back the little snowball! - Give my mom back! Min Zhuang'er cried profusely, the tragic experience of her family made her miserable, and it was hard to imagine that the sacred hero in her heart would become a heinous devil.

And tonight, she didn't know what Jun Xiaoyan, who had done her best to recover from her hidden illness, would treat her.

"Send someone to watch her." Jun Xiaoyan whispered to the officer, and walked out of the cell holding his bleeding belly.

Jun Xiaoyan walked out of the cell and came to the training ground, and several doctors from the village immediately ran over with medical kits to treat his wounds.

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Dusk brings a dazzling golden hue to this heavy rainforest, but it is fleeting, and finally the sunset sinks into the mountains, and the last golden edge gradually thins, and when the afterglow of the sunset disappears, a bonfire is lit in the training grounds.

PM7:00

On the drill ground, after practicing for tomorrow's [Dawn Project], the soldiers were all drunk and hot, and a group of warblers and Yanyan dressed in colorful Shan girls came here from the houses of the rainforest.

Men immediately flocked to the city to "interact" with the dark-skinned, native girls of the rainforest, dressed in national costumes, who had been specially prepared to welcome Eastern Europeans from afar.

"Hahaha......." The Eastern European long-haired man and dozens of his soldiers were also in the middle of it, the Eastern European long-haired man was smoking a cigar, hugging two Shan girls on his right side, drinking happily, and his subordinates were also in the middle of it.

Through the beating bonfire, Jun Xiaoyan looked at the lawless Eastern European long-haired man, his beautiful eyes were cold-blooded, charming, and self-alienated, and he seemed incompatible with this inferior jungle.

The wound on his stomach had scabbed over, and like Quinta, the son's miraculous healing power had happened to his father.

This wound won't affect his performance tonight, he thought, taking a few more sips.

The men of Eastern Europe and the dozens of soldiers they brought with them, their hands on the Shan girls, their manners were vulgar and lewd, and the despicable appearance of this group of people was always reminding Jun Xiaoyan that he belonged here.

His soul is rooted in the rainforest, rooted in the Mekong River.

The more the man thought about it, the more irritated he became, he grabbed the marching wine jug fiercely, and poured himself several sips of wine, the home-brewed wild banana liquor stimulated the stomach, and the man's sexy Adam's apple rolled several times.

He looked up at the starless night, and in his ears the vulgar cries of the men and soldiers of Eastern Europe, and the laughter of the women, he felt more and more inferior and harsh.

Like the wine in your hand, a shoddy life.

The Eastern European man asked Jun Xiaoyan's officer to bring him a strip of ice DU, personally opened the bag, grabbed it one by one, and distributed it to his subordinates, and they were all good. So the training ground started the mode of swallowing clouds and spitting fog, drunk and drunk.

In this summer night full of fever, malaria, and restlessness, Jun Xiaoyan's anger is all restrained at the moment, but the residual humanity that has almost completely been abandoned is still self-conscious.

Invisible loneliness, ghosts surrounded him on all sides.

What was he thinking? A girl who wants to be chained to a cell by herself? No.

He was thinking about his future.