Thinking of his calmness and skill just now, Tong Ran couldn't help but wonder, what did this man have experienced?

Tong Ran held the branch and looked at his wound, "The bullet has been taken out... What else do you need to do?"

"Take it..." the man closed his eyes and said weakly.

"What?"

Mo Nanjue glanced at the branches in her hand. His face was pale and his sweat kept rolling down, and it looked really painful.

"No, this is too dirty." Tong Ran frowned, raised the branches and threw them aside with her little hand. She stood up and walked over and knelt beside the man, "I'll help you press it?"

Mo Nanjue's thin lips were tightly pursed, but he did not answer.

Tong Ran raised her face slightly and leaned over………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

This will relieve pain...right?

Before, she was injured in her foot, so this was how the man helped her distract her.

This is the third time she took the initiative to approach him...

When she was in the mall for the first time, she felt that there would be no second time. She came back and gave him artificial respiration a second time, but now... it took only a third time.

This strange and indescribable mood made Tong Ran very uncomfortable.

The branches were burning with fire, and Tong Ran carefully moved his hands to the wound, and gently drew circles along the edge of his fingertips to relieve the pain.

The man opened his hands and five fingers stretched out, and the injuries behind him seemed to be less painful.

Suddenly, a tiny sound of strokes came into the eardrums.

Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes, and the sound was coming towards him!

It seems that I saw the fire from a distance.

"Let's go!" The man bit his teeth and supported himself, and then put out the lit fire in a few strokes. He took Tong Ran's hand and dived deeper into the woods.

I don’t know how long I walked, the trees in front became denser and denser. Tong Ran followed the man quickly. Seeing his steps flying, shuttled between the trees like an agile leopard, he couldn’t help but whisper: “Slow down… be careful of the wound.”

Mo Nanjue slowed down his pace when he heard this, and stopped with his hand on the tree trunk. His cold lips curled up, "Why, you care so much about me all of a sudden? Could it be that you..."

"No! Absolutely not!" Before he could finish speaking, Tong Ran directly spoke out and denied.

He doesn't need to say that she knows it, and he probably wants to say whether she fell in love with him, right?

Is she kindly reminding me?!

Life and death are uncertain now, and they don’t know whether they can go out alive. Can’t this man not mention this for the time being?

Besides, is this really that important?!

"We keep walking, are we going to the end?" Tong Ran simply pulled the topic away. She sat down on the stone and looked at the dark front with a worried look on her face. "If there were always forests in front, there might be swamps..."

"There is a lake in front," before she finished speaking, Mo Nanjue interrupted, "The trees here have been from dense to sparse, and plants have tendencies to grow. There is definitely a water source in front. It should be a lake."

As he said that, the man was a little worried that if the water source was not a lake but a sea connected to the mountain, it would be easy for the other party to chase them in and surround them.

"Let's see if there is any other way to go?" Tong Ran stood up, kicked the stone beside her kick, and began to look around.
Chapter completed!