Seeing her look like this, Dali cursed her in a low voice in his mouth.

I guess what he said should be impatient complaints like "trouble".

Ji Nuan went to the tent to cook. Dali kicked the kettle outside the tent and told her to hurry up, he was very impatient now.

Ji Nuan nodded at him. Most of the people here are extremely vicious. She must take every step carefully and cannot be easily angered.

Dali looked at her outside the tent coldly. Ji Nuan shrank inside, holding a small bowl, and putting her own soup with her hands "trembling", and then took a sip carefully.

Seeing that she was really hungry, Dali stopped looking at her and let her drink there, but she still urged her in an impatient tone.

Ji Nuan pretended not to hear, and glanced out from time to time while drinking the soup.

While Dali was snatching a cigarette from another person's hand outside the wooden house next to him to smoke, Ji Nuan's hand quickly stirred in the pot. Seeing the bubbled soup that was boiling in the pot, he suddenly felt cruel and knocked over the pot with his hands. In an instant, the hot soup spilled out and poured onto the back of her hands and wrists. She screamed in pain, and she fell backwards and sat on the ground.

Dali heard the sound and rushed back instantly. He lifted the curtain of the tent and looked in. He saw the pot on the fire being knocked over and spilled all over the ground. Ji Nuan collapsed on the ground with a painful and trembling face. A bubble was instantly scalded on the back of his hand, and a large red area was terrible.

Dali immediately cursed outside, walked in and pulled Ji Nuan up without any mercy. Ji Nuan was almost dragged out of the tent by him.

After he came out, he was about to kick her, but the old woman came back at this time. She shouted and rushed over and rescued Ji Nuan from his hand. While looking at Ji Nuan's hand with distress, she also asked her a big mouthful of words, as if she was caring and accusing her.

Ji Nuan really couldn't understand this time. She could only try her best to make herself look particularly pitiful, innocent and scared. She looked at the old woman with red eyes, tears, fear and aggrieved, raised her burnt hand, pointed to her belly and mouth, and pointed to the bowl falling on the ground in the tent.

The old woman knew that she hadn't eaten much since she was caught yesterday. Seeing that Ji Nuan's hand was burned like this, let alone going to deliver food, it's hard to even move. After the old woman said a few words to Dali, Dali looked at Ji Nuan with cold eyes unhappy, obviously not wanting to let her go.

Ajib asked her to deliver food to the control, but in a blink of an eye her hands became such a virtue. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional one, this woman could not keep it now.

The old woman was keeping Ji Nuan again. Dali turned around with a cold face, returned to the wooden house where Ajib was and reported the situation.

The old woman held Ji Nuan up and kept speaking Cambodian. She said tone as if she was feeling sorry for Ji Nuan's hands, and asked her what was going on. Ji Nuan didn't make any sound, but just kept hanging her head and following her into the dilapidated wooden house next to her.

Ji Nuan's back hurts so much when he is touched, and the burned area is even more like a fire. The old woman came over with a needle and forced her to press her hands one by one, and directly picked it up for her. The pain made Ji Nuan tremble all over, but bit her mouth. This time, her eyes were not Hong who pretended to be afraid of grievance, but she really felt red, and tears were all in her eyes.

I have never suffered such a piercing pain in my two lives, and my lips were bitten and bleeding.

After that, the old woman didn't know what medicine she brought. It seemed that it was the exclusive plant medicine powder from Southeast Asian countries, which was grayish-white, and it was sprinkled directly on the back of her hand. Then she cut off a piece of Ji Nuan's white skirt and wrapped it on the back of her hand and wrist. After wrapping it, she patted her hand again, which meant that she would rest tonight and not have to work anymore.

Ji Nuan nodded to the old woman gratefully. Out of the instinct of a "innocent person caught", Ji Nuan pointed to the direction outside the dense forest and looked at the old woman with a longing look on her face, meaning she wanted to know when she would be able to leave here.

The old woman looked at her with some sympathy, but shook her head.

There are only two ways to be caught in such a place. Either she has been here for many years to take care of the food, clothing, housing and transportation, or there is only one way to die, and it is impossible to be let go.

The old woman left the house not long after, Ji Nuan sat inside. She waited until the old woman walked away before she got up. She moved her wrist with difficulty. The pain made her more awake. What was her situation she was facing now.

She stood in front of the window and looked out. This was a camp composed of many wooden houses, which were surrounded by thatched tents. In the deepest part of the dense forest, surrounded by green plants, covering a large area. The view under the night was blurry and the specific appearance of the houses could not be seen clearly. There was only one outline. A fire was growing in the middle, and there was a circle of people, eating and drinking with wine and meat, laughing loudly, and occasionally glanced at the direction where she was. It seemed that in Ajib's wooden house, everyone mentioned that they wanted to throw her on the bed and taste the taste had been officially put on the agenda.

Ji Nuan felt colder when she saw the guns on those people's waists.

This place is not a peaceful country at all, and there will definitely be such a place in China, but this place is Cambodia.

In the next few years, many international rescues will be related to the civil strife in Cambodia. There have been countless accidents in the Mekong River or Tonle Sap Lake. Ten years ago today, the public security here is worse than in ten years, and the peacekeeping situation around here is not as thoughtful and perfect as it will be ten years later.

If you want to leave, you can only save yourself.

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Outside the jungle.

Feng Ling changed into a more close-fitting black outfit, put two silencer guns around his waist, and was squatting down and tied his shoelaces, while placing the dagger with a cold light in the blade sheath next to the boots.

"What are you doing?" Just as she was about to tie her shoelaces and was about to get up to move, suddenly, a black shadow popped in front of her, and a pair of black leather boots stopped in front of her.

It’s Nanheng’s voice without seeing it.

Feng Ling did not look up, fixed the dagger beside his boots, touched the gun at his waist, stood up, and looked at the cold man in front of him with expressionless face: "Ji Nuanjing has been taken away for a day and a night, I must go in and find her."

"How do you get in? Step into the minefield?" Nanheng looked at her coldly: "This dense forest is surrounded by minefields left over from the war decades ago, including new minefields added by those people. Before you find her, you will be blown to pieces! Waiting for us to go in and collect your body?"
Chapter completed!