My lady...
Zhao Jingting silently repeated these two words in his mind, feeling strange yet familiar.
In the past two days, he seemed to have said these two words quite a few times, and he looked so familiar with them, without any sense of unfamiliarity.
Listening to it now, it still sounds beautiful and nice.
Thinking of how silly he had been in the past two days, acting like a spoiled child in front of her, being timid, willful, clingy, etc., Zhao Jingting wiped his face fiercely.
How shameful.
He felt that he had never been so embarrassed.
Forcing himself not to think about it anymore, he changed the subject: "Are you a miracle doctor?"
From the few memories I have, it seems that she was the daughter of a hunter and knew no medical skills.
"These are not important. Let's deal with this person on the ground quickly."
As for this kind of non-violent non-cooperative person, Su Qiao decided not to talk to him, but to use actions directly.
Zhao Jingting finally remembered that there was a corpse on the ground.
When he woke up earlier, he found himself grabbing her sleeve like a coward, looking like he was about to cry. He instantly wanted to find a hole to crawl into, so he prepared to run without thinking.
But is the person on the ground really dead
It seemed like he fell to the ground on his own and they did nothing.
Seeing that he didn't move, Su Qiao thought he was unwilling, and immediately became angry: "What are you looking at? This is all caused by your womanly kindness."
"During the day, I wanted to beat him up so that he would be paralyzed, but you told me to let him go easily."
"That's not me." Zhao Jingting firmly denied that the clingy and coquettish person during the day was him.
"That's you."
Huh, do you feel embarrassed now
See if you dare to let yourself become unconscious.
Zhao Jingting said with a wooden face: "No."
How could it be him who is so stupid
Bending down and touching the man's neck, Zhao Jingting's eyes flashed with understanding.
After all, he is not dead.
He just felt something was wrong.
"He's not dead yet, what should we do?"
Su Qiao thought of Ding Qiulan, who was sleeping in a haystack behind the thatched hut, and asked, "Can you carry it?"
"I practiced martial arts with the master of the Taoist temple."
At this time, even if he couldn't bear it, Zhao Jingting would not show weakness.
He had been embarrassed enough in the past two days and didn't want to be embarrassed in front of her again.
With a strong effort, he lifted the man on the ground and threw him onto his shoulder, then he took a deep breath and stood up.
Seeing that he was a little exhausted but it was no big problem, Su Qiao walked towards the door first.
"Come with me."
444 reminded: The men on patrol have fallen asleep by the fire, there is no one outside, go out and walk to the back.
Su Qiao nodded slightly.
He quickly brought Zhao Jingting to the back of the house and woke up Ding Qiulan who was sleeping in the haystack. The three of them quickly went into the woods behind under the moonlight.
After feeling that they were far enough away, Su Qiao signaled Zhao Jingting, who was already a little out of breath, to throw the man to the ground, and then looked at Ding Qiulan.
"I've brought them here for you. You can do whatever you want with them."
Ding Qiulan tightly held the hatchet she had stolen from the utility room, which was originally used for self-defense. Her eyes, which had lost their tenderness and innocence, stared at the unconscious man on the ground.
"I can do whatever I want?"
"Well, you can cripple or castrate him, or just kill him. It's up to you."
This place is quite far from the camp, so even if there were any shouts, I guess they wouldn't be heard over there.
Of course, even if he heard something vaguely, he would not run into the woods in the middle of the night to check.