Chapter 18: a wild man

"Do you think that I will give you the chance to stand up?"
Cold eyes overlooking the eyes of the unspeakable wolf, Ling Jingxuan's voice is very soft, but can not tell the infiltration, as if from the bottom of the hell.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
Two black lacquered round heads suddenly appeared in the grass. The next second, two white hairs on the same head, four white and white, all black, looks like a puppy like a wolf from the grass Drilled out, the scorpion that was not very stable, stumbled and slammed into the dead black wolf, his head arched on its belly, and the mouth was filled with a swollen nipple.
The screen can't tell the touching, and can't tell the sadness. I don't know. Because of this scene, Ling Jingxuan's high-lifting sickle did not fall down according to two wolves, because they made him think of his two. Dry up the buns.
"Hey... are they... wolves?"
Make sure that the big wolf is dead, and the two buns are holding each other and fighting against each other. The identical scorpion firmly locks the wolf scorpion still eating, which intertwined with fear, curiosity and exploration.
"Well, do you like it?"
Nodded, Ling Jingxuan turned to look at them and raised his hands to wipe away the blood on his face. The two buns looked at each other and nodded and shook their heads again: "No, still not."
Who knows if they will grow up when they grow up? Although this time it looks really cute.
"Oh, huh... I like to take it back. Can you still feed it? I don’t know, hurry, blood will lead the beast, let’s prepare to go down the mountain."
Said, Ling Jingxuan grabbed two wolf scorpions and threw them to them. Looking at the female wolf, I couldn’t help but feel sorry. Although the fur is useless, the meat can be eaten. If it is not too much, he really wants to get some meat. Go back and fight for the tooth festival.
From the beginning to the end, Ling Jingxuan’s eyes did not sweep the dying blood man.
"Oh, what about him?"
When he was holding a wolf's scorpion and squatting on the ground, the big buns turned and frowned.
On the back, carrying a bamboo pole, Ling Jingxuan, who had several big bags on his back, swept his eyes coldly and snorted: "Cold, rest assured, I can't die for a while."
I don’t know it later. With his blood flowing, I can still insist on an hour. The premise is that the taste does not attract other beasts, so the conclusion is that he is dead.
"He hasn't died yet?"
Hearing the words, the big buns screamed sharply, and the posture was about to lean down. The little buns also ran over, and Ling Jingxuan’s brain was black:
You are doing it, you’re all muddy bodhisattva, and still want to Can't save people?"
Not to mention that in the jungle where the beasts are crowded, on the roadside of the road, he did not intend to save people.
"Can you see death and not save? Hey, come over and help, he has a lot of blood."
I don't know where his courage came from. I was scared to cry at the beginning. Now I really let go of the wolf to turn the blood on the ground. Even the little buns are going to help, Ling Jingxuan three steps and two Stepping over and standing in front of them condensed: "Small buns, think about your situation before saving people. Think about how much power you have. Do you think that we can get him back?"
To say that he is cold-blooded or ruthless, he is so personal, and he will never ask for trouble. What's more, they are incapable of saving people.
"But he will die, hey, can we save him?"
The big buns are only five years old, and a five-year-old child can understand what he means. He only knows that he must not die.
"Hey, is it good to save him?"
The little buns also looked at him with his eyes.
In the eyes of them, there is only a request to save people, and nothing else.
"Yes, lost to you, people are you to save, you can not regret it later, let me see."
The heart of the stone can not help their pleading, Ling Jingxuan deeply gaze at them half-sound, helpless spit out a sigh of gas, squat down and put down things to rely on the past, the two buns see the moment and smile, squatting back to the side.
"This face...oh..."
When Ling Jingxuan struggled over the man's body, he saw that although he had a little dirt, but there was no face with a little scar, the whole person was stiff, and several broken pictures suddenly came to mind.
"Don't... beg you, don't..."
"Ah..."
"Ok……"
"Wang, are you okay?"
"Damn! Fix him!"
"Yes……"
Along with the appearance of the picture, there are two distinct sounds. The former is passionate and the latter is cold and ruthless. The memory of the original burial is awakened. It turned out that he was raped and was not known by anyone. It was unusually beautiful, but the savage and tyrannical man dragged into the woods of Xiaogongshan, but he continued to walk through the body. Then, when he finished his animal desire, he was about to faint, and another man came, vaguely, he I clearly heard the man commanding his subordinates to solve his orders. As for why he did not die in the end, perhaps because those people thought that he did not have the possibility of living, or perhaps they had a rare compassion, wait for him to wake up. At that time, there was no one around, and he was afraid to tell anyone if he was physically and mentally wounded. He could only take away the sad and wandering hideaways, but he didn’t want to. After a few months, his stomach was getting bigger. This is...
It is no wonder that he has never had the memory of that man. It turned out that he had thought that the original owner should have been abandoned by the scum male at first, but he did not expect that this was something that was not as good as the beast! Damn, change it because he doesn't want to remember this violent criminal.
"Hey, how are you? How... Hey, his face... seems to have seen it."
Seeing him stupid, there was no movement there, and the big buns were holding the wolf's scorpion and looking forward to the man's appearance. The little sword brow was suddenly wrinkled. He always felt that his face was familiar and he was very familiar with it. can not remember.
Of course I have seen it, isn't it a replica of both of you?
Ling Jingxuan, who has turned back to God, has not turned his eyes, and he has no luck. He can pick up a medicine from the mountain and can get a wild man. Fucking, the most thing is that he still has to save him, not only because he promised A little buns, and he also wants to figure out what was going on in the past, and also gave the original owner an innocence, and by the way helped the two buns to figure out their lives.
"Xiaowen, Xiaowu, you should go back and wait, see the little uncle quietly take him to the mountains, remember, don't let anyone find out."
People are comatose, and he is ruined and useless. Ling Jingxuan tears the man’s body and slips on the cloth. He does not lift the buns and asks him to stop bleeding. If he can wake him up, he will be more awake. Ok, but it should be difficult. He bleed too much. He still doesn't know if there are other fatal wounds. In addition to the medicine he just took, he has no basic cockroaches. The chance of getting him to wake up is basically zero.
"No, we are leaving you to do it?"
Compared with saving people, the big buns obviously care more about their lives and deaths. The tone is difficult to cover up. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but sigh deeply and looked up at him: "I want to help him stop bleeding. You have not stayed here. Use, let me say, I can't help him to go back alone, Xiaowen, people are you to save, if you regret now, we can leave him."
It seems that he is ruthless and ruthless. In fact, it is only his radical method. After seeing the man's appearance and those pictures, he can't let it go.
"I... then you wait for us, I will bring my uncle soon, Xiaowu will go."
Ling Wen looked at him and looked down at the unconscious man. He bit his teeth and pulled Ling Wu and turned away.
"But, uh..."
"The little buns are obedient, go back soon, and wait for you here."
The little bun that was pulled away frequently turned back. Ling Jingxuan tried to raise a soothing smile until he saw their back disappeared among the trees. He only looked at the condensate and started the work of treatment again. He secretly vowed to wait for the man to wake up. Come, non-derogatory torture of him can not be, mother, is rape, but also want to kill people, saying that he is cold and bloodless, he is more cruel than him.