By the light of the bonfire, Xing Muchao looked at Yuan Jingyang who was roasting rabbit without saying a word. After a long time, he asked: "Why do you hate the South Vietnamese so much?" Xing Muchao still had half a white feather arrow stuck in his body.

She didn't pull it out because pulling out the arrow rashly could easily cause massive bleeding. Yuan Jingyang wanted to wait until she was full before treating her arrow wound.

"Don't move too much, or you may tear your lungs."

At this time, Yuan Jingyang turned the wooden skewer and let the warm small fire roast the rabbit meat evenly. The meat was roasted until it was shiny and very tempting. "You asked me why I hate the South Vietnamese, and I also want to ask you South Vietnamese.

Why do people hate us Han people?”

Xing Muchao said: "For thousands of years, the Han people have been invading us, burning villages and destroying villages, doing all kinds of evil, and they still occupy Panyu and refuse to return it. Of course we hate you."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I witnessed your invasion with my own eyes." Yuan Jingyang once again thought of his mother who died tragically at the hands of South Vietnamese soldiers. He was usually so willful and lively just because he didn't want to remember it. But

Just when he almost forgot about it, this South Vietnamese named Xing Muchao appeared in front of him.

"Then why don't you kill me?" Xing Muyao asked.

Yuan Jingyang breathed a sigh of relief and said: "You must have been young more than ten years ago, and those things had nothing to do with you."

"Then maybe it will be relevant in the future?"

Yuan Jingyang frowned and stared at her, and said word by word: "If you say such things again, I will tear you apart like a snake!" After that, he saw that the rabbit was almost roasted, and he raised the wooden skewer.

As he prepared to replenish his consumption for the next day, he did not forget to remind Xing Muchao: "There is no share for you."

Xing Muchao coughed twice, maybe it was the arrow wound.

"I'll heal your wounds when I'm full. Anyway, the curare is fake and the poison is not that strong."

Yuan Jingyang suddenly smiled evilly and took a sip, and then started to tear apart the rabbit meat. Just as he was about to eat it, his head seemed to be hit hard by a force, and his body fell sideways next to the bonfire.

"Eat, set DJ!"

Another girl wearing night clothes came out from the forest, said something incomprehensible, and ran to the bonfire. This girl was one size smaller than the slender Xing Muchao, her skin was slightly darker, and she looked no more than fifteen or sixteen.

age.

"Don't touch her easily, she is injured."

The girl turned around and looked at Yuan Jingyang in surprise, who was aiming his bow at her.

Yuan Jingyang cursed "I'm your ancestor" in a friendly manner, and nailed the new girl to the ground with one arrow.

"Yeah!" Xing Mu Yao couldn't help but exclaimed worriedly.

"You can't die!" Yuan Jingyang was obviously angry. He pulled out the poisonous needle on his left cheek and cursed his ancestors again. If he hadn't eaten for a long time and his sensory ability had declined, how could he not have noticed the nearby area?

Someone is coming.

Yuan Jingyang walked over and broke the shaft of the white feather arrow rather roughly, causing the little girl to twitch twice in pain. He took out his dagger, put it against the girl's throat, pressed his right knee on her chest, and asked Xing Muyao: "What's this?"

Who is it again?”

Seeing that Yuan Jingyang was really angry, Xing Muchao begged: "Please don't hurt her. If you spare her, I can do anything!"

Yuan Jingyang was such a principled person that he immediately asked in a friendly manner: "Really?" His principle is to never let go of anything that is good for him.

As soon as he finished asking, his smiling face turned into a crying face, and he sat on the ground covering his crotch.

The little girl pushed Yuan Jingyang hard with her knee and got up quickly, but soon fell back because of the bleeding wound.

Thinking about the same pressure on her, Yelvmi just slapped her in the face, and the South Vietnamese and the Khitan were a bit too cruel. Now I have to say that if I spare her, am I still a man?

This fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is called Luo Tingguang. She and Xing Muyao are both South Vietnamese spies who came to Song Dynasty to spy on intelligence. The South Vietnamese like to train young girls to be ruthless and evil, and send them out to do dangerous jobs. Once they encounter danger, this gang will

If female spies cannot escape, they will often rape the enemy and brutally kill them while the enemy is distracted.

Yuan Jingyang's pain eased slightly, and Luo Tingguang got up again. As a last resort, Yuan Jingyang could only draw his bow and threaten.

"No, please don't kill her!" Xing Muchao begged again and again.

"If she continues to be so dishonest, there's nothing I can do about it."

Xing Muchao said several words to Luo Tingguang in the language of the South Vietnamese, but Luo Tingguang still wanted to resist.

Just when Yuan Jingyang felt that the South Vietnamese were unruly and untamable, he came up with an idea. He walked up to Xing Muchao, held his face with one hand, put a dagger to her throat with the other, and signaled to Luo Tingguang: If you have bad ideas again,

I will kill her.

Luo Tingguang felt much calmer after being frightened like this.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Jingyang removed the dagger. Putting his hand away, he took a closer look at Xing Muchao's face for the first time through the bonfire. The face was not big, the skin color was slightly yellow, and the facial features were not exquisite, but they fit.

Together, they seem to have endless charm. It happened that Yuan Jingyang was very hungry at this time, and he tasted Xing Muchao's face while smelling the roasted rabbit meat. This led to the fact that every time he saw Xing Muchao's face in the future, he would think of rabbit meat.

After he was full and rested for a while, Yuan Jingyang sat next to Xing Muchao and stretched his hand towards her chest.

"you……"

"I'm helping you heal your injuries. Is it more serious to let me look at you than to shoot you with an arrow?"

Hearing what he said, Xing Muchao silently closed her eyes, like a woman lying on the couch, letting him do what he wanted.

Yuan Jingyang pulled out the arrow, untied Xing Muchao's clothes, took off the collar to Xiang's shoulders, and inadvertently slipped his fingers from the collarbone, touching every inch of skin, brushed across his left breast, drew a circle, and pressed on the round wound.

superior.

Xing Muchao couldn't help but feel the pain, her lips trembled and she snorted.

Yuan Jingyang lowered his head, touched the wound lightly with his lips, and sucked hard, sucking out a mouthful of dark poisonous blood from his lungs.

Somehow, Yuan Jingyang remembered the scene of healing Yelv Mi. There was one person lying in front of him, but the other person was thinking about him. Maybe every man is like this.

"For such a long time, there have been blood clots in the lungs, and I have to endure the pain. I will definitely not be able to move as usual within three months. This is a routine." Yuan Jingyang finished applying medicine to Xing Muchao and told her. Speaking of "three

"My movements have not been as good as usual for months." Yuan Jingyang couldn't help but take a short breath, feeling a dull pain from the arrow wound.

"Why, are you injured?" Xing Muyao asked.

Yuan Jingyang couldn't help but laugh bitterly: "I was shot by a female gangster."

Luo Tingguang, who was lying on the other side of the bonfire, looked at the other two people with a little surprise. Seeing that they were talking softly and with ambiguous expressions, he couldn't believe that his sister was actually being intimate with a crude-looking Han man.
Chapter completed!