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The woman on her back became honest in an instant. This was the tomb. If he was anxious, he would strangle her to death and throw her here.

Not even a person knows it.

She is a person who has read the news. Some couples quarreled. The man killed his wife in anger, and all of them hid their bodies and threw them into the sea.

People like that are perverts.

Obviously, in her heart, Zhou Zimo was such a pervert. She was like a joke. She was shooting her if she didn't like her.

If he really got angry with him, he would see the atmosphere was right and the surroundings were quiet, and maybe he would kill her.

Of course, Zhou Zimo didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise she would have to be furious.

He sat on the ground holding her, like magic, and took out a porcelain medicine from his pocket.

Ye Yifan sat on his thigh and looked at him secretly. How could he carry this with him?

"You are always injured but you like to mess around. How dare I be careless?" Zhou Zimo gritted his teeth: "You can't be nice to yourself."

Every time I make myself like this, I have never considered his feelings?

Ye Yifan remained silent, lowered his head and looked like a trained child.

He was the disaster in her life, making her life even more difficult, but...

He was also her closest person, and no one had ever appeared around her as frequently or unscrupulously as he did, in various postures for twenty-four hours.

The man grabbed her little hand and gently applied the ointment, took out a white handkerchief, and tied a beautiful bow for her.

I thoughtfully pulled the ears on both sides to make it look more stylish.

"Hey, you want a bow."

Ye Yifan was about to raise his hand and check it out when he pressed it on his leg.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't move."

After taking off her clothes and seeing the wound on her back, Zhou Zimo couldn't help frowning, this idiot.

Don't you know if you are injured?

"Ah, it hurts." Ye Yifan's brows frowned, and his little face turned pale in an instant.

"You still know the pain. Why didn't you say it earlier if you were injured? The wood chips from the branches are pierced into the flesh. How can you apply medicine if you don't pull them out?"

Zhou Zimo turned his head and looked at her pale little face and felt a little unbearable: "You bear it, I will be gentle."

Knowing that he was doing her good, Ye Yifan was not struggling, but just pursed his lips tightly, without making any sound, and silently endured.

It was really unfavorable to go out, and it actually fell into the tomb chamber, but fortunately it didn't fall directly into the coffin.

"Does Adjutant Liang know that we are falling here?"

"Do you think he is a fortune teller?"

"The stone door above cannot reach it, and the stone inside cannot be pushed open. We won't die here, right?"

"After waiting for some time, they found that I was gone, so they would naturally come to find us."

Zhou Zimo looked up at the gradually faint sunlight above his head, and his face looked a little solemn.

I have checked it just now. There is no mechanism in the tomb room at all. The only exit is on it, but there is nothing here, and the walls on both sides are extremely smooth and there is no way to go up.

He is injured now, so it is almost impossible to rely on self-rescue.

...

At night, it was already dark. After Adjutant Liang sent Zhou Qingqing back to the mansion, he rode a white horse to Dongshan to report his life.

When the soldier saw him returning alone, he stepped forward and asked, "Adminton Liang, aren't you going out with the Grand Marshal? Why did you return alone?"

"The Grand Marshal hasn't come back yet?" Adjutant Liang asked in surprise.
Chapter completed!