Wen Han's mood is a little floating, because of the catalysis of spirits, he can't control it.
She stood up silently and went back to her tent, this time she was really asleep. Closing his eyes, it was like being pushed into a whirlpool, dizzy and unconscious.
But it didn't seem long before he was woken up by a scream.
She sat up suddenly, feeling in a trance that this was not a dream, and immediately climbed out of the tent.
There was no one by the bonfire, and there were many figures from far and near, holding their heads and squatting beside the tent.
She took two steps forward in the dark, her arm was yanked, and she squatted down: "Poachers must be poachers, there are a lot of Tibetan mastiffs!" Agassi said in Russian tremblingly.
Wen Han's wrist was hurt by Agassi's grip. She patted Agassi's hand, her arm was sore from tension. What about him? where is he? She looked around in a panic, but couldn't find the two guides and him, and Meng Liangchuan.
There were dogs barking all around, fierce and violent.
The two wounded soldiers who were guarding the lake leaned against the boulder, clutching their wounds and roaring furiously. A group of hounds rushed into the jungle, biting and biting. In the darkness, nothing could be seen except the howl of beasts. .
Someone was walking backwards with a gun, passing by Wenhan here, squinting: "If you see animals, chop them up. If you don't chop them to death, you will be killed." Meng Liangchuan took out the knife and threw it at her feet.
Wen Han reached out and fished out the dagger, holding it tightly.
She also didn't know what was the use of holding the dagger, the speed at which the shadows moved was terrifying. The vision was blurred by fear, and the scenery swayed, suddenly big and small. Suddenly, the tent with the cooking utensils behind it was knocked over, and two beasts rolled in, rushing over against the tent cloth amid the crackling sound of pots and bowls. Agassi screamed behind him, was pulled by Rum's neckline, and rushed towards the largest tent. They can't do anything but hide.
"Wenhan!" Agassi called her name loudly.
She didn't move.
Because she clearly saw a familiar shadow rolling with the Tibetan mastiff. Under the moonlight, there was blood on Cheng Muyun's face, his eyes were even fiercer and colder than those of the beasts under him. The knife hit the heart of the Tibetan mastiff, and cut across it, almost cutting off the beast's chest.
Blood spurted out, bright red, and stained his pants.
Cheng Muyun got up and looked at Wen Han blankly.
Wen Han's feet were out of control and he wanted to run towards him.
Just when she was slack, a black shadow swooped towards her. The moment her shoulders fell into the mouth of the beast, Cheng Muyun rushed over and pulled her out of the Tibetan Mastiff's mouth. The two of them fell heavily to the ground and rolled into the pitch-black lake. .
The moment before she fell into the water, she was pushed to the shore with his knee, and the moment she hit a stone, she watched Cheng Muyun roll into the water—
There are crocodiles in the water...
Consciousness disappeared.
So painful, so pungent.
The shoulders were getting more and more painful, she gritted her teeth tightly, she couldn't stand it, and tears kept streaming down her cheeks. She woke up in great pain, her eyes blurred and she moaned blankly.
A voice whispered to her: "I want to help you deal with the wound."
Half of Cheng Muyun's body was covered in blood, and there was warm blood as well.
He put Wen Han on his lap, sat on the wire bed in the tent, and hugged her. The tourists were terrified, and they clung to it, approaching here, only these two men and the guide were the only people they could rely on.
Outside the camp was a mess, littered with the carcasses of hounds and Tibetan mastiffs.
It is too stimulating to the senses and heart, and ordinary people can see the collapse.
"I said, her wound is a little scary—"
"Shh..." Cheng Muyun gently stopped Meng Liangchuan.
Wang Wenhao's face turned pale, looking at Wen Han, who was half covered in blood, his concern was genuine, but he could only watch from the sidelines. Wen Han was rescued by Cheng Muyun. He climbed up alive from under the crocodile, and the first thing he did was pick her up. . Therefore, he had no excuse to snatch Wen Han back.
Wen Han's vision was blurry, and she could only know that Cheng Muyun was beside her.
She was having a fever, her throat was dry, and she was in pain.
"Darling," Cheng Muyun put his lips to her ear and said softly, "the first time I saw you, when you put your hands together, both index fingers were rubbing unconsciously, you know, you are attracting me "My attention," he stroked down Wen Han's arm, "I am very observant, so good that anyone's every move, including the thickness of breathing, will be noticed."
Cheng Muyun's words were like an introduction, drawing her attention, because these were what she was curious about and even wanted to hear. He was analyzing himself, whether it was true or not, he had an unspeakable attraction to her.
Most of the clothes on her arms have been torn apart, and the hand-painted lotus flowers look so dazzling under the blood.
Cheng Muyun cleaned her wound with bare hands and washed the sand from the meat.
No pity, just fast.
Wen Han's eyes were black with pain, and he screamed.
He suppressed her: "Of course, I'm not interested in you because of these. As I said, since I saw you, I have a strong desire to get close to you, kiss you, touch you..."
Cheng Muyun pinched her chin and threw out the last four words: "Sex with you."
He pushed his tongue against her masochistic action forcefully, quickly inserted his tongue into her mouth, stirred the tip of her tongue, and brought it into his own mouth to entangle it deeply.
Most of her body was numb from the pain, including the kiss, and she was unconscious.
He went deep into her throat, snatched the dark green wine bottle from Meng Liangchuan's hand, and the translucent liquid was poured on her exposed shoulders.
Something exploded in her body, and she grabbed his front.
Tears kept pouring out, and he couldn't see anything at all, just approached him helplessly.
Cheng Muyun kept kissing her and gestured to Meng Liangchuan to apply medicine and bandage to Wen Han. Meng Liangchuan's expression was very intriguing, and he handled the follow-up work proficiently. Seeing that Wen Han had fainted again, and the sight of Wang Wenhao beside them was really about to kill.
Meng Liangchuan raised his eyebrows.
He had smelled since yesterday that this girl must be interesting.
Well, that's really unusual. Meng Liangchuan coughed.
After the incident, the soldiers guarding the lake had been surrounding the camp all the time, murmuring and expressing thanks to Cheng Muyun. They believed that this was an act of revenge from the poachers. Cheng Muyun and Meng Liangchuan exchanged glances, and then looked at his "employer", the "university professor" Wang Wenhao, who was calmly cleaning his glasses, and patted a few soldiers on the shoulders without saying anything.
She was arranged to sleep in the largest tent, where a simple bed was built for her.
The male tourist who was also injured also slept in this big tent, but with a simple layer of cloth in between. When Wen Han woke up again, Agassi took care of her and told her in a soft voice that everyone was resting here for the time being, and only the injured guide had dealt with his wounds and had gone back and paid some locals to protect tourists from returning to a safe place .
Because many people were injured, the guide had to go to the doctor to buy rabies vaccine injections. So may have to wait tonight.
Wen Han had a dry mouth and a high fever, but he still thought of Cheng Muyun.
She coughed twice and wanted to speak, but Agassi had already turned the subject to him: "Wenhan, how could that person kiss you, it's terrible. At that time, I still haven't figured it out, he was very good to you. Interested. Wang Wenhao is very angry, I really don't know how you will get along with him when you go back..." Agassi said, still immersed in his surprise, "Why are there so many beasts, this place is too scary, we have to go back quickly ."
Agassi continued.
She moved her waist and legs with difficulty, feeling that her whole body fell apart.
At night, after a few bites, she could no longer eat. Agassi brought anti-inflammatory drugs and anesthetics, and gave them to her unskilledly. Finally, when it came time to smear the wound, he didn't dare to do anything, so he ran out in a hurry and called Meng Liangchuan to come.
Meng Liangchuan put his fist on his lips and coughed: "I only fucked it with men, and my hands are heavy, please don't dislike it, Miss Wen Han." Wen Han had a fever and a splitting headache, shook his head reluctantly, and sat up together.
This Meng Liangchuan is definitely not humble. Just when she removed her gauze, she couldn't help groaning in pain. She could only think of something else to distract herself: "Your friend, he fell into the water yesterday, did he encounter a crocodile?"
Meng Liangchuan snorted and laughed: "Cheng Muyun? He almost died in the water yesterday."
The man's tone was relaxed.
She was terrified when she heard it, but she also found that she was very worried about it. Cheng Muyun, until now, she only knew his real name from someone else's mouth.
Meng Liangchuan continued to say that the crocodile that was half-dead by Cheng Muyun should be fished up and sold to smugglers. After a while he said, no, since the new government, Nepal has been very strict on smuggling. Rumbling, the way of dealing with wounds is not to be complimented.
When he left, the male tourist in the tent was already asleep and snoring heavily.
Warm and cold water swallowed anti-inflammatory drugs.
There was always a voice outside the tent, and the tourists who had been stimulated during the day could not sleep. They simply surrounded the bonfire, singing and drinking loudly, in order to resist the fear of another dark night.
Cheng Muyun picked the rock farthest from the bonfire, bent one leg, sat on it, and put his arm on his lap leisurely.
In the dark, he was slowly doing something with a knife.
Behind him, someone approached: "I think I should personally remind you that you are the one I paid to ensure the safe delivery of the goods, as well as my personal safety." Cheng Muyun turned back, glanced at Wang Wenhao, raised his arm, a The bloody thing flew towards Wang Wenhao's face, who hurriedly blocked it with his hands.
With a click, something fell on the grass.
"Bamboo green with white lips, it tastes good," Cheng Muyun said in a hoarse voice, with an unfathomable smile in his eyes, "Don't miss it."