Seeing her like this, the man's lips curved into a sneer: "Then it depends on your performance."

"I saved you!"

"These are two different things. I can kill you to silence you, and then bury you richly."

Qing Ning: “!!!”

"There is no time. You need to do two things quickly. First, return the robe you are wearing to me. Second, get rid of the blood at the entrance of the cave and on the ground inside."

Although the man was extremely weak, his tone was still strong and domineering.

Lime sweat.

But he had no choice but to do as he was told, take off his robe and throw it to him, then lowered his head to look at the blood on the ground.

Suddenly I felt that this was wrong.

"What's the use of getting rid of the blood stains at the entrance and inside the cave? You left it all the way, right?"

"No, I sealed my big hole. When I reached the entrance of the cave, I couldn't hold on anymore, so I broke through the big hole and blood started flowing down."

All right.

Qing Ning looked at the blood stains outside and inside the cave.

It's okay to cover it with sand outside, but the inside of the cave is rocky and difficult to cover.

There are still traces after wiping, and it's still awkward to cover it up with something.

Moreover, even if it is dealt with, the smell of blood in the cave is so strong that it will not dissipate for a while.

Is it the blood of those prey?

No, the prey was hunted during the day, and the blood should have dried up by this time. It is said that the prey was hunted at night, and it is impossible to take the prey that was still bleeding.

It was obvious someone was injured.

Anyone injured?

Her eyes lit up.

He immediately returned to the fire and sat down, taking out several commonly used specialized materials and tools from his sleeve pocket.

Of course, she would not take out the vulcanized latex and alcohol glue in front of Bu Fengli.

She just took out artificial plasma and a paintbrush.

Under Bu Fengli's puzzled gaze, he rolled up the leg of one of his trousers and started painting on his calf.

"What are you doing?" The man raised his eyebrows.

Qing Ning didn't even raise his head, focusing on his hands: "Get a wound out."

The man scoffed, as if he had heard a joke: "Draw a wound? It's fake at first glance. You think he is a three-year-old child."

Qing Ning ignored her and continued painting, dipping it in blood plasma.

After finishing the thick strokes, finish the fine strokes.

In fact, the best way to make injury makeup is to use vulcanized latex to make a mold and stick it on, then paint and apply color. But time is limited now, and she doesn't want to use vulcanized latex in front of him, for fear that he will know that she can make a human face mask.

Although she is just painting now, what she paints is three-dimensional. As long as you don't touch it with your hands, it looks very realistic to the naked eye.

"Okay, my lord, let's see if a three-year-old child can tell it's fake?"

Putting the artificial plasma and paintbrush into her sleeve pocket, she stood up and walked over to show Bu Fengli.

A wound that looked like flesh was turned out and dripping with blood entered his eyes. Bu Fengli's eyes narrowed, and his face, which was usually either calm or as cold as ice, was full of shock.

Qing Ning was very satisfied with his reaction: "How is it? Can the fake be the real one?"

"Why do you carry these things with you?" The man stared at her face, his eyes deep and shallow.

"My... hobbies. Everyone knows that I am interested in the art of war and martial arts, but they don't know that I am also very obsessed with this kind of three-dimensional painting."

Yeah?

Bu Fengli didn't answer, what came to mind was the room full of ghostly symbols she drew drunkenly on her wedding night.

So, how many "accidents" and "surprises" does she have for him?

"By the way, although you are wearing a robe and you can't see the injury on your chest, your face is wrong. You are too weak. You need..."
Chapter completed!