Even now, after being subjected to inhuman torture and treatment in time, the aura on his body is still plain and calm, without much hatred or anger.

He didn't have any expectations of humanity, so it was reasonable for him to suffer from it.

The physical pain was not worth mentioning, but Ding Bao's cry easily overwhelmed him.

"I'm really fine, don't move, I'll do it myself."

As he spoke, Jin Ting grabbed Ding Bao's wrist with one hand, covered the mask with the other, and exerted his strength almost without hesitation, no matter that the blood had already soaked his collar, he did not lose his strength, and quietly took off the mask on his face.

Ding Bao watched him take off his mask in an almost masochistic way, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Jin Ting's endurance was amazing.

The moment the mask was removed, Jin Ting's face looked a little terrifying.

The face was covered with holes of flesh and blood, and the dark red blood was gurgling outward, covering the entire face, and the original delicate and fair face was now embarrassed, and it was particularly shocking to look at.

Jin Ting was afraid of scaring Ding Bao, so after taking off his mask, he got up and walked upstairs without looking back.

"I'll take care of it, you sit and wait for me."

Ding Bao followed without saying a word, and when he arrived at the door of Jin Ting's bedroom, the door that had been closed was now wide open, and Jin Ting was standing in the bathroom, wiping the wound on his face little by little with a soaked handkerchief.

From behind, his waist is still straight, and now he is scarred, but the noble elegance in his bones remains unchanged, allowing him to maintain this light breeze at any time.

Ding Bao stepped forward and took the handkerchief from his hand.

"I'll help you."

Facing the window, under the bright sunlight, his face was covered with blood holes that were evenly scattered outward, Ding Bao didn't dare to exert himself, so he could only stand on tiptoe and wipe it carefully little by little, while wiping, he gently blew on the wound, and muttered in a small voice.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt......"

Her eyes were closed, and her forehead was full of wounds.

Ding Bao wiped his forehead clean, and wiped the blood stains on his eyelids with some water.

The only thing that remains intact is the eyes.

The young man closed his eyes and bent down, breathing quietly, under the white light, his eyelashes were long and curly, and with the cool breeze blowing from Ding Bao's mouth, his white and thin eyelids trembled slightly, and even the fan-like long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a pair of butterfly wings falling on the young man's eyes. Under the thick eyelashes is the shape of the eyes is extremely beautiful, the tail of the eye is very long, the long eyelashes at the root of the eye are almost poking the curly hair hanging down his forehead, it looks very obedient and quiet, not like a cat, but like a sleeping little milk dog, which makes people's hearts soft and hot.

Ding Bao was seriously helping him wipe his wounds, and Jin Ting, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"How did you know I was coming here?"

"I know everything."

"What if I don't come?"

Ding Bao's hand wiping the wound paused slightly, and then continued.

"You're coming, you've lived so long, how can you not deal with those humans."

Ding Bao is still very confident in this.

After all, Medusa is not only powerful in her eyes, but also in her demagogic power.

He will do everything possible to tempt people to take the initiative to look at his eyes, and he can't resist those who have shallow desires, let alone the army commander who has an insatiable desire.

Ding Bao rushed back in such a hurry because she knew that Jin Ting would definitely not let her follow after escaping this time, and once he was allowed to leave, it would not be easy to find him again.

So Ding Bao fought for his life and ran back overnight to wait for the rabbit, sure enough, Jin Ting was reluctant to give up this ancient castle, and before leaving for a long time, he would definitely take another look.

As long as he doesn't have the opportunity to say goodbye, Ding Bao has a way to make Jinting soft-hearted.

Jin Ting was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was a little tight.

He asked.

"You're really not afraid of me?"

"I ......"

Ding Bao hesitated for a moment.

Her heart grew uneasy with her hesitation.

"I was afraid at first, but now I am not afraid, you are Medusa, but you have never hurt me, so I am not afraid of you."

Hearing her say this, Jin Ting didn't feel relaxed, but her heart felt like a stone had been pressed, heavy and a little depressed.

It was true that he had not hurt her, but he had thought of killing her.

If Ding Bao knew, he might still be afraid of him.

For the rest of the day, Jin Ting was silent.

After treating the wound, Ding Bao did not hesitate at all, raised his leg and went to the storage room next door.

Pushing the door open, a clear scolding voice sounded.

"Holy!!"

It's gone, it's all gone!!

The boxes are empty, not to mention the gold coins, not even the hair!

Ding Bao felt that her whole heart was trembling with anger, and her hands and feet were trembling uncontrollably.

Baza looked at it indifferently, and then said in a non-salty and non-trivial manner.

"You should have thought you wouldn't be able to keep it."

How could the people of the army let go of the belongings in this ancient castle.

Of course she thought of Ding Bao being so smart, but she didn't want to believe the fact that she didn't want to face.

Now, according to the dependence of that kid on him, he will definitely hand over all his property to her to manage.

But now his money is gone!

This is no different from digging Ding Bao's own meat.

That's not the case with a dead child.

When I looked out of the castle, sure enough, the carriage was gone, which meant that the thirty silver coins evaporated directly on the spot. It's over, and Ding Bao won't be happy again for the rest of the year.

Along the way, Ding Bao's mood was a little low.

Fortunately, she can disguise all this as distress for Jin Ting, and after some self-suggestion, looking at Jin Ting again, Ding Bao's heart hurts even more.

——

The two made their way through the forest to the town.

Jin Ting didn't want to get close to humans, so Ding Bao bought him a wide cloak and personally helped him put on a hat to cover most of his face.

"What are you doing here?"

Ding Bao took Jin Ting's hand and walked all the way forward, without looking back.

"Go find my friend, she helped me escape yesterday."

Jin Ting didn't speak, his silence was very personal, and Ding Bao could easily judge his current emotional instability.

Obviously, he didn't want to meet any humans, and showed a rare amount of impatience and impatience.

Ding Bao sighed.

"Then you are waiting for me at the hotel now, okay?"

"What friend of yours?"

Jin Ting's upbringing and etiquette made him not ask Ding Bao directly: Do you still have friends?