The First Thousand and Forty-Eight Chapters: There Are Wind Chimes in the South, and Hengmu in the North (Three Hundred and Eleven)

Feng Ling frowned suddenly, and said seriously: "I'll let you come up!"

"Don't carry it on your back, let me hug you, I can recover a lot of strength." The man whispered softly behind her, and then, when Feng Ling was about to lose his temper, he took a step back in a very timely manner. Let her go.

Feng Ling turned his head abruptly and looked at him with incomprehensible eyes: "When is it? Are you still here?"

"No matter what time, I am your man, there is no reason for you to carry me away, unless I am dead, I can't even breathe, I can't control my actions and thoughts, otherwise I will always be the only one who protects you , you don’t have to walk with my weight on your back.” The man said, walked past her with a pale face, and walked straight forward, even if he was gradually weakened due to excessive blood loss, even if his steps were slow. Staggering, but still walking.

Feng Ling looked at the black clothes on the man's body, and could hardly see any bloodstains, but the smell of blood in the air still made her frown strongly.

She walked up quickly and raised her hand to help him: "Then I'll help you go, okay?"

The man's stern face didn't change, he just turned his eyes to look at her again, Feng Ling's face was usually colder than his, but now because of the injury on his back, he couldn't bear it anymore, afraid that something might happen to him , holding his arm carefully with both hands: "Usually, in the depths of such a jungle, there will be some shelters for wild animals, such as hidden small caves or trees under some bushes. There are many holes, and even if they want to find them, they may not be able to find where we are.”

After she finished speaking, she dragged the man to look around, and finally found a place that looked very hidden, and with the skills of the group of people, it should be impossible to find a place under an old tree that could probably accommodate two people. When she was under the tree hole, she hurriedly helped him to sit down again.

When Li Nanheng sat down, he frowned slightly because of the wound on his back again, but it was only fleeting. He turned his head and looked at the tall bushes outside: "There are bloodstains all the way outside, if they want to find someone, just go Borrowing two hounds is enough to find us."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, just wait a moment."

After Feng Ling said that, he walked out of the small space that could only accommodate two people, and went to the tall bushes outside.

Although this jungle is very large, it looks dark and mysterious everywhere, but it is actually the closest jungle to the urban area after all. The animals and beasts here have already run away because of too much disturbance from humans. The only things that can be found are snakes and some harmless small animals.

She went to pick some Houttuynia cordata exclusive to the jungle, crushed it into mud in her hands,

Then, along the way it came from, it wiped the Houttuynia cordata mud that smelled strong enough to live in all the nearby places, and then parted ways and went to the other side to continue wiping.

After more than ten minutes like this, Feng Ling moved quickly to solve most of the area. The smell of xylem is very strong. Let alone that they can't have hunting dogs, even if they do have hunting dogs, the ground is full of them. It is also impossible to immediately tell which side is heavier, because the xylorrhizae itself has the smell of blood, and it is easy to confuse it with the smell of human blood.

This is something that only people like Feng Ling who grew up in the jungle will understand. Others, unless they are professional jungle explorers, or even various authoritative doctors, may not necessarily know this kind of thing.

When she got back into the tree hole again, she saw Li Nanheng sitting there with her eyes closed, motionless.

Feng Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly walked over and knelt down in front of him: "Li Nanheng?"

The man with closed eyes opened his eyes because she suddenly squeezed his shoulders hard, looked at the girl in front of him, although his face was pale and weak, there seemed to be light in his eyes: "Didn't you just call me Boss Li? Well, nothing sounds better than Mr. Li."

Feng Ling stared at him, not wanting to talk nonsense to him, so he took out the dagger that he had brought with him just before getting into the car, and cut open the clothes on his body, and when the man raised his eyebrows and leaned on her like this , said in a cold voice: "I've seen the injury yesterday, I don't mind if I look at it again today."

"I don't mind, but your action of cutting clothes is too rough." The man chuckled hoarsely.

Feng Ling said with a cold face: "If you like gentleness, you can find gentleness, and don't bother me."

Li Nanheng inexplicably laughed because of her words, and even laughed out loud. At the same time, he couldn't help coughing twice because of the injuries on his body, and the wound on his back that hadn't dried up continued. Blood was gurgling outward.

Originally, because he didn't stop and moved his body around, he couldn't let the wound heal easily. He was bleeding until now, and he still hasn't passed out. It's really a good physical condition.

Feng Ling looked at the man's pale but still smiling face, and suddenly remembered that night on Rogers Pass, when he was so weak that he could still make her want to get out of bed for several days, hiding Lying on the bed in the tent next door and not wanting to go out to meet people, she was really blessed by this man's physical strength, so her physical strength was really nothing compared to him.

Inexplicably, he suddenly thought of that matter. Feng Ling's face sank again, but he didn't speak. He bent down and turned the man's shoulders forcefully, then leaned behind him and checked his wound. , and then said: "Did the bullet go through the shoulder blade?"

"Probably not. If the bone was shot through, I couldn't have walked so far." The man replied hoarsely: "It's only in the flesh, don't you have a knife? Help me take out the bullet."

Feng Ling thought he heard it wrong, the hand that was still attached to his wound suddenly stopped, and he raised his head suddenly: "What did you say?"

Li Nanheng looked back at her, and casually picked up the dagger she had just thrown on the ground: "Take the bullet."

Feng Ling's hand left directly from his back: "I won't!"

"I don't know when I can leave now. You should be very clear that the longer a bullet stays in the body, the more dangerous it is. Do you want me to be dragged to death here?" Can’t the flesh be cut open? The bullet is only in the surface flesh now, it’s not that difficult, it can be obtained directly.”

"I've never done it, I won't." Feng Ling said while looking thoughtfully at the wound on the back of his shoulder, remembering the cross he cut on his shoulder when he was bitten by a snake. Knife scar.

It seems that if it is the method of drawing the cross, it is indeed possible to obtain bullets

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