The corners of his mouth twitched, and Ding Jing's eyes became fierce, "Stop talking nonsense, do you want this or not?"

"Here."

Mo Shangjun simply handed over his entire leg.

Ding Jing frowned, "You don't want to wash your feet?"

"You come and wash it." Mo Shangyun said calmly.

"I?"

Mo Shangyun sneered, raised his finger, hooked her chin, and asked word by word: "Otherwise?"

"..."

Startled by her actions, eyes, and tone, Ding Jing felt goosebumps all over his body.

Well, she regretted it...

But here in Mo Shangjun, there is absolutely no regret medicine.

As an errand boy, I even poured out the water for washing my feet, but now when I wash my feet... I just close my eyes.

Sighing, Ding Jing resignedly took off Mo Shangyun's shoes.

At this time, Mo Shangyun glanced back and said coldly: "Does the one pretending to be dead want to continue lying down?"

Ren Yu, who was still huddled in the grass intending to "peep", once he heard Mo Shangjun's name, he immediately no longer dared to "pretend to be dead". He stood up from the ground with a smile, and then limped closer.

He shouted diligently: "Boss, Sister Ding."

Ding Jingjing said without looking up: "Go and tidy yourself up."

"Oh, okay."

Ren Yu nodded confusedly.

He also wanted to tell Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing what he saw last night as soon as possible, but he didn't expect...

Neither of them seemed worried at all.

However, when he squatted down by the river, he suddenly realized why Ding Jing asked him to "clean up" it.

As soon as he reached the top of the stream, Ren Yu was dumbfounded.

There was a hole in the forehead, and the bleeding should have stopped, but the blood flowing out of the hole was stained all over the face. From the forehead down, the blood had solidified, standing together with some dust, dirt, and broken leaves.

The visual stimulation... really shocked him.

"Sister Ding, if you can't wake me up, you don't have to be so cruel, right?" Ren Yu picked up the blood with his hands, wiped the dirt on his face, and complained to Ding Jing with an incredulous look on his face.

Ding Jing, who had taken off Mo Shangjun's shoes and socks, tilted his head to look at him with disdain, "I don't know where I bumped into him. This kind of intelligence basically bids farewell to the special forces."

"I think you're half-assed."

Mo Shangjun spoke sarcastically to the side in a leisurely manner.

Ding Jing: "..."

Seeing Ding Jing being scolded, Ren Yu felt much better, but he almost slipped from the shore into the stream due to this joy.

After stabilizing himself, Ren Rong followed the rules and dealt with his injuries while thinking about where he was hit.

Because he was preoccupied with "how to keep up with Ding Jing", his memory of everything was vague.

Just now, before he squatted down by the stream and looked at his face, he only felt a slight knock on his forehead and had no idea how serious the situation was.

Now that I think about it carefully, Ren Yu has some memories.

It seems that it was hit somewhere, and it happened to be on a broken branch of the tree... It must have been the injury at that time, right?

Thinking of this, Ren Yu couldn't help but sigh, but soon he thought of Ding Jing who had been running in front.

It's strange that he can never catch up with Ding Jing. He tries his best to shorten the distance between them, but he can't even keep pace with Ding Jing.

He glanced at Ding Jing cautiously, and the admiration for Ding Jing in his heart was like a torrential river, and he could not take it back.

Thinking of this, Ren Yu speeded up the treatment of the wound.

*

This way.

Ding Jing took off the sock of Mo Shangjun's left foot and saw the scar on her instep at a glance.

"Damn it, I stabbed it down..." Ding Jing looked carefully and looked at Mo Shangyun in surprise, "Who has such a big hatred against you?"

Mo Shangjun, who had almost forgotten about the scar on his foot, glanced at the instep when he heard the sound, and couldn't help but think of Bai Chuan.

It's been almost nine months since now.

However, many things remain a mystery.

That incident; Bai Chuan and that woman; stabbing her but secretly helping her...

The more I investigate, the more confused I feel.

Previously, she had turned all her hatred against Chen Lu on the shotgun, but then she still felt strange when she thought about it.

What a coincidence?

Just happened to stumble upon a shotgun deal?

Who was it that led them to Yuncheng invisibly?

Is it related to Zhou Yuan?

Is Zhou Yuan still alive now?

There is a mess of information, but not even a clue that can be grasped.
Chapter completed!