This trip took three days.

In three days, Jiang Ling suffered from the hardships he had never suffered in his life.

They were moving forward all the way in the deserted wasteland, with little food and clothing, poor conditions, and difficult schedules, but they caught up with even worse weather. Jiang Ling felt that he might be poured on the ground by the rain splashed in the sky.

This season in Shanghai is like a baby's face. In an instant, the storm will change drastically. Du and Jiang Ling's thin clothes cannot withstand the erosion of the rain. However, after a few breaths, they are wet all over their body, like a chicken falling into a soup.

The cold and wet breath took the opportunity to penetrate into the gaps of the joints along their muscles and bones. In this water siege in the sky, each step was not only to endure the deep chill, but also to pull out the sticky mud.

Jiang Ling had never suffered such pain because of hunger and coldness. Although she tried hard not to let herself hold back, her body still went against her will.

She began to tremble and her whole body was cold.

Du He's face was also very bad in the rainy day. Not only was it because Jiang Ling's current condition was not good, but what made him worry was that his injuries were gradually aggravated, and he didn't know how long he could last.

Fortunately, after turning a corner, a family was close to me.

The one who opened the door for them was an old woman with wrinkles on her face. After a moment of surprise, she happily gave up her body and invited guests from afar to come into the house.

No matter how backward and simple the remote fishing village is, the simple hearts of the people are still bright and beautiful.

Jiang Ling's heart suddenly felt relaxed, and his eyes lit up happily: "Ah He is so good, we can finally have a place to take a breath."

Du He's nerve line at this time also relaxed for a moment. In fact, the pain at the wound began to hurt unscrupulously after it suddenly touched the warm indoor air.

He really couldn't hold on anymore, and he didn't even have time to instruct Jiang Ling, and he didn't know the truth when he saw it.

Time passes by slowly.

The dim candlelight in the house jumped twice from time to time, and the light shone through Du He on the bed and pulled out a long black shadow on the wall.

When Du He opened his eyes, he saw such a scene. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he forced the cruel and vicious Watanabe to recall the cruel and vicious Watanabe in his mind.

That damn Japanese invader can't help but cut into pieces!

Du gritted his teeth and his expression was slightly distorted.

After immersing himself in this way for a few minutes, Du He finally regained his consciousness. He remembered that he had escaped from the search of the Easterners, and his place was now at the fishermen's home where they stayed.

"Ah, are you awake?" Jiang Ling, who was holding fish soup at the door of the room, opened her eyes wide in surprise.

She hurriedly wanted to run over. The fish soup almost burned her fingers in a flash. She frowned and screamed. Jiang Ling then woke up and quickly put the soup bowl on the table and came to Du He's side in a few steps.

"Ahe, what do you think?"

"Does it still hurt?"

The girl's series of concerns was not fake, and her face was filled with worries and sincerity, which made Du He's heart lie through a subtle warm current.

He realized that Jiang Ling was still with him now, and he could not let the girl worry about him, so he covered up all his unwillingness and hatred, and smiled slightly. His lips, which had too much blood, were pale, like a crabapple withering, with incompleteness and coldness.

"I'm fine, this injury is not serious." He touched Jiang Ling's head and tried to sit up. As soon as the muscle line in his chest was trying hard, the wound that was being touched clamored and burst out with pain.

Du He's body froze and physiological tears burst out from his eyes.

Seeing Jiang Ling became even more worried, thinking that Ah He's injury has worsened? Now that her father is dead, Du He is the one who is the most serious in her heart.

Ah He can’t have an accident. What should he do if he dies? What should he do in the future?

The more Jiang Ling thought about it, the more worried he became, the more fear he felt.

The slender little hand suddenly grabbed Du He's button and hurriedly unbuttoned it. Perhaps because he thought the speed was too slow, Jiang Ling simply tore it with his hands.

"A Ling!" Du He was shocked, his always gentle eyes widened, and he looked incredibly at the woman he had always regarded as his sister.

"What are you doing?" The gentleman's voice was trembling.

Jiang Ling was now trapped in the fear world he imagined, and could not listen to other people's voices at all, let alone Du He, who was slightly sound because of his injury.

Jiang Ling tried harder to tear Du He's clothes, and the quilt on the bed was innocently swept aside.

Du He was originally a borrowed fisherman's clothes, and the local cloth was made of very unstable. Jiang Ling pulled this and heard a thrill. A long gap broke out from the collar to the end of the clothes.

The man's broad shoulders and chest were half-covered, and there was a faint blood stain on the wound wrapped in cloth strips.

Fortunately, fortunately, looking at the amount of blood, I knew that Du He's injury had not worsened. Just thinking too much, Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

When he lowered his head and glanced inadvertently, he saw that under the light, Du He's fair skin was shining with a faint luster, and the lines on his waist were smooth and upright and graceful.

Thin muscles cover the skeleton, although thin, they are full of strength.

Jiang Ling looked at her and looked at her and turned red. At this moment, she finally realized that she seemed to have done something extraordinary.

Then she screamed uncontrollably and covered her face. She was so outrageous just now, how could she do such a reckless thing?

Jiang Ling confessed a million times.

Du He was really a little amused and crying.

He already knew in his heart that Jiang Ling's inexplicable behavior just now was because he was worried about his injuries, so he did not struggle violently.

Sighing, Du He wanted to pat Jiang Ling on the shoulder to comfort the girl who turned into an ostrich in one second. However, as soon as her wide palm touched the girl's shoulder, Jiang Ling jumped three feet high like an electric shock.

He didn't even dare to look at Du He, and ran away like a rabbit, and the figure of the Kung Fu disappeared within a breath.

This speed is really the fastest speed Du He has ever seen in Jiang Ling so far.

It's really ridiculous, is it so big?

Du He was both amused and laughed, and the next second he couldn't help but feel strange. When he came to his senses, he realized that for a long time he had just regarded Jiang Ling as his little sister, but ignored the girl Jiang Ling had already grown up.

The girl is ready to get married when she grows up! Du He teased her, sat up with great effort, picked up the fish soup on the table and started drinking it slowly.

The hot fish soup is more nutritious, and he must recover his body as soon as possible so that he can cope with the storm that follows.

The dim candlelight, the man's eyes were very cold, as if he was in the underworld.
Chapter completed!