Song Mobei walked over and said calmly to the two of them: "It's not safe here, let's get out of here first.
As Song Mobei approached, the faint smell of blood spread to his nose.
Song Qingyou's face tightened, and she quickly walked up to Song Mobei and pulled up his arm.
When she saw the bone-deep wound on his arm, His eyes turned red, and he said anxiously: "Brother, you are injured."
"It's okay, let's get out of here first."
Human physical strength is limited.
Even if the three of them still have the strength to deal with the enemy at this moment, the longer they stay here, the more dangerous they will be.
If a few more groups of enemies come, their lives will definitely be in danger.
"But, your wound" "Leave here and deal with it, otherwise someone will catch up soon and it will be troublesome."
After Song Mobei said in a deep voice, he took the lead and walked forward.
Seeing Song Mobei's back, Song Qingyou was worried in his heart, but he also knew that this was not the right time to stay here.
What's more, there are no suitable medicines and conditions to bandage Song Mobei here.
Since it is dangerous to stay here, it is better to find a safe place as soon as possible.
Song Qingyou and Lu Jingchen looked at each other and quickly followed Song Mobei and left the place.
"If we walk another two kilometers in this direction, we will see a river.
As long as we send a signal there, Mo Yi will drive his yacht to pick us up."
As Lu Jingchen walked, he explained the following plans and arrangements for Song Qingyou.
"Are we the only three going back?"
Song Qingyou remembered that behind them, there should be people brought by Lu Jingchen.
Because of the cover of those people, they were so safe now.
"Well, Mo Xiao will go back by himself after taking care of the matters here."
Hearing this, Song Qingyou nodded lightly, looked up at the silent Song Mobei in front of him, and couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Brother, is your hand okay?
Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, don't worry."
As soon as Song Mobei finished speaking, Song Qingyou curled her lips helplessly, and then rolled her eyes at his back unhappily.
It had been like this since childhood.
Every time Song Mobei was injured while performing a mission, she and Gu Rou would be the ones standing around anxiously, while he, the client, acted as if nothing had happened and continued to do what he was supposed to do.
If she hadn't confirmed repeatedly that the wound was really his, she would have couldn't help but wonder if someone else's wound was on him.
Otherwise, who can explain to her which injured person would be like him.
Every time she was injured, the thing she heard him say the most was that it was okay When Lu Jingchen saw Song Qingyou's bulging face with anger, a faint smile flashed across her eyes.
He found that in front of Song Mobei, Song Qingyou was like a child, always childish.
Lu Jingchen couldn't help but stretched out her hand, rubbed Song Qingyou's head lovingly, pointed to the wound on her hand that had just been scratched by a branch, and looked at the invisible wound, and whispered to her: "Your brother doesn't hurt. , I feel pain.”
Hearing this, Song Mobei in front suddenly stopped in his steps, turned his head and looked at Lu Jingchen strangely.
He is acting coquettishly When he lowered his head and saw the wound he mentioned, the corner of Song Mobei's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
Could it be that he was blind?
Why didn't he see where the wound Lu Jingchen said was?
Song Qingyou, who was beside Lu Jingchen, after hearing his words, looked down at his outstretched arm, then without hesitation, slapped his so-called wound hard, and said in a conspiratorial tone: "Does it still hurt now?"
Do you feel better?
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