Su Wanrong didn't believe this.

A piece of flesh was torn off from his arm by a wild wolf, and he could not frown at all. What's more, judging from the rumors she heard about this man in her previous life, it was said that he was extremely deserted and cold, and could kill his compatriots with his hands. He could kill a concubine who had been with him for ten years with a glass of poisoned wine, and he didn't blink.

She didn't know whether these neighborhood rumors were true many years later. But no matter what, she was crying with grievance or crying, these remarks had nothing to do with the arrogant and arrogant man in front of her.

And Yinmang didn't seem to notice Su Wanrong's reaction. He looked away and said to himself:

"I have never told you this, you obviously don't know. When I was a kid, I was picked up by a gangster and raised it for more than ten years."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, and continued:

"I picked up the gangster leader I returned and everyone knew him called him Lao Laizi. I was not the only one adopted by Lao Laizi, and they all followed him to do some tricks and cheating. At that time, I was the youngest among the group of people, and I was short and thin, so it was easy to bully. Those older people, who were beaten and trained by Lao Laizi, would always scatter all their anger on my head when they came back."

Su Wanrong was slightly stunned, and inexplicably recalled the man's chest several times in front of her, and the hideous and twisted new and old scars on his body. He used to think he was an ordinary thief, but always thought that those scars were probably caused by his enemies who were chasing him.

But if you think about it carefully, if you just confront the enemy, the weapons you use should be like swords. How can you leave those strange scars? The vaguely visible bump marks on the man's shoulders, backs and chests, Su Wanrong recalled them now and felt a little scared in her heart.

"I can still remember now that one time I and four other boys stole the wallet of a rich young man on the street. Most of the silver inside was plundered by the old slaughter. The remaining few scattered silver were exchanged for four or five newly released pork noodle cakes. At that time, I hadn't eaten anything for three days, and I wanted to eat noodle cakes. Those boys didn't want to give it to me, so I went to grab them, so they beat me hard with wooden sticks and beat me to death..."

Yinmang lowered his eyes and looked at her. Seeing her expression slightly moving, a strange light seemed to surge in her clear eyes. He pulled his thin lips and smiled slightly:

"I was so young at that time. When they hit me, I cried when I felt it hurt. When I cried, they not only did not stop, but they were happier. But how smart I was! Later I figured out the way. No matter how they treated me, they would just use boiling water to water me, and I wouldn't cry. What happened? Maybe I felt like a piece of wood, and I didn't respond to any teasing. They gradually lost interest and changed the way and bullied others."

The man said this, and his face showed a smug look. But somehow, Su Wanrong heard it in her ears, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. She even didn't want to continue listening to him, so she pursed her lips and whispered, "You'd better bandage your injury first."

Yinmang only thought that her urging was out of concern, so he was naturally happy. He smiled at her again and planned to reach out to pick up the piece of silk cloth that he had just untied, but Su Wanrong did not let go.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If it's so dirty, how can it be used? Just tear it down again as you did just now."

In the end, Su Wanrong helped him bandage it.

His wound was too deep, and now he was barely tied tightly with fabric. Without a moment of release, the blood would continue to penetrate.

Therefore, Su Wanrong observed the cave where they were now, and didn't know what it was, and his eyes suddenly lit up slightly.

She stood up and pulled a handful of green weeds on the hole wall not far away. She walked back to Yinmang and sat down, rubbed the grass hard in her palm a few times. When the juice from the grass slowly oozed out, she applied it directly to the wound on his upper arm.

"This is called moist grass. At first glance, it looks similar to moss, but the color is slightly brighter. After grinding out its juice, apply wet to the wound to slightly stop bleeding."

Su Wanrong saw the man's delicate gaze from the outskirts and explained.

When Yinmang heard her say this, he felt very strange in his heart.

He actually recognized this Runruncao. But Su Wanrong was born in a scholarly family. Unless she had learned it specifically, where would she learn about these folk recipes?

Su Wanrong actually never learned medical theory and pharmacology, let alone mastering it. However, in his previous life, he lived a boring life. For a while, he thought about fiddling with flowers and plants to make time. It was a coincidence to know Runruncao.

However, Yinmang did not ask about these things, and Su Wanrong did not intend to say them.

Su Wanrong and Yinmang stayed in this cave for a night.

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Before Huang Sang joined the military camp, he had always been following the gangsters, which did not conflict with the previous one! I will continue to talk about my Majesty’s life experience later, and I will only mention it a little here.

ps: I made a fool of myself, this kind of plant does not exist! If there is any similarity, it is purely a coincidence!

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Chapter completed!