Wanru didn't know whether Zhao Zijing did it on purpose. The only thing she knew was that her face had been completely lost.
Smelling the disgusting stench on her body, Wan Ru's tears flowed even more fiercely: Mr. Master, where are you? Wan'er needs you!
Maybe it was the most embarrassing thing I had ever experienced, and I started to let myself go, and solved it happily.
But after urinating, the big girl became even more unbearable. As if she had not fallen to that point yet, she had to grit her teeth and tighten her gluteus maximus, hoping that someone would come to rescue her as soon as possible.
Seeing the skirt with a yellow mark on it, the four female ghosts looked at each other.
"Fortunately, we didn't lose the smell."
"Yeah, it's really disgusting."
"No matter what, I can't stand it anymore."
"Forget it, you go blow her neck, and I'll blow her ass."
"Can you bear it?"
"It doesn't matter, I'll blow with my eyes closed."
...
As they moved, they seemed to be shivering more violently: it seemed to be getting colder and colder!
Zhao Ziru was the first to wake up among the three father and son, but after he woke up, he only cried out in pain and did not even think about asking about his father and brother's condition, let alone Wan Ru.
The most sober person was Zhao Ziming.
He was thinking about Wanyuan so much that he even ignored his father and younger brother.
However, his arms were severely damaged. In order to prevent bone dislocation, the boy guarding him knocked him unconscious with a palm.
Zhao Shi woke up in Youyouzhuan three days later, and his first words after waking up were: "Where's the little bowl!"
He didn't care at all about the condition of other people in the family.
Hearing that Wan Ru had been lying on the tree, Zhao Shideng got up from the bed angrily: "You damn dog slave, why did you leave the second lady on the tree? I wonder if she is weak and can't withstand the wind."
As long as he thought of his soft and weak little Wan'er, lying on the tree dying and waiting for his rescue, Zhao Shi felt that his heart was so painful that he was about to die.
I just wanted to fly to Wan'er immediately, hold her in my arms and protect her carefully.
Then water the little bowl carefully with love to nourish the dry heart of Xiao Wan'er.
Seeing that Zhao Shi was angry, the servants knelt on the ground and accused Jin Qing of his evil deeds and the neglect they received in other courtyards.
He could only wish that Zhao Shi, who was tempted, could immediately go and kill the three Li family members, mother and daughter, and all the servants in the other courtyard with sticks.
Thinking of Xiao Wan'er's weak and helpless look, Zhao Shi gritted his teeth and sat up: "Where is the second lady, take me there."
That wicked woman Li has brought up her two daughters like this, how can she be worthy of being the mistress of the house?
When he brings the small bowl back, he will naturally deal with the evil woman.
Only Xiao Wan'er is worthy of being his wife. If it weren't for his indecisiveness and constant determination, Xiao Wan'er would not be demoted to a commoner.
Everything is his fault.
Zhao Shi reluctantly walked out with his men. His back was straight and he looked as majestic as a mountain.
He wanted to return to the battlefield as soon as possible to regain Wan'er's lost glory.
After climbing in the tree for three days and three nights, I felt like I was dying.
It rained, the sun came out, and there was even thunder in these three days.
And she just lay on the tree without water, waiting in pain for her patron saint to come.
Her hair was dry and her back was burning with pain from the sun.
Something was crawling on her skin.
She didn't dare think about what it was, so she could only stretch out her fingers to block her ears to prevent those things from crawling into her ears.
Her lips were chapped and her eyes were black and blue, and she looked as miserable as a ghost.
Because he firmly believed that Zhao Shi would come to save him, he just relied on the belief in his heart to lie firmly on the tree, waiting for the arrival of his patron saint.
Finally, let her wait.
When I saw the figure with a bandage on his body, he looked like he was coming in a hurry.
As if he was overjoyed, he cried out: "Husband!"
After that, her vision went dark and she fell directly from the tree.
Zhao Shi just arrived at a distance of about ten meters and saw this scene that made his eyes split open.
He was so frightened that he didn't care about his injuries, and rushed towards the direction as if he was falling.
Perhaps due to fate, Zhao Shi held Wanru in his arms in time and rolled around on the ground twice.
Because the wound was pulled, Zhao Shi groaned, and then took two deep breaths: "It... smells bad?"
The original pain was shrouded by the stench lingering in his mouth and nose, and Zhao Shi almost retched: Why is it so smelly?
He came from a military background and has a very high tolerance for smells.
After all, there are some smelly men in the military camp, so the smell will naturally not be good.
But that was the smell of sweat caused by not being able to take a bath, which was different from the smell of fermentation in the latrine.
What made him even more unbearable was that the stench actually came from his little bowl.
A flash of pain flashed through Zhao Shi's heart: What happened to his little Wan'er...
Zhao Shi originally wanted to take a closer look at his lover, but unexpectedly he saw a face that was white and blue.
Zhao Shi: "..." What happened to Xiao Wan'er and why he looked like a ghost.
Being blown by four ghosts at the same time, although these ghosts have ghost badges on their bodies and will not hurt Wanru's body, it will inevitably have an impact on Wanru's appearance.
At this time, the face of the charming woman looked like a ghost.
It seemed that she was awakened by Zhao Shi's summons, as if she opened her eyes, and then looked at Zhao Shi with eyes that ranged from surprise, to strength, to vulnerability.
Tears slowly flowed down the corners of her eyes: "Husband, I finally waited for you. Am I dreaming? You saved me again."
Hearing Wanru's voice, Zhao Shi's tears also slipped out.
But this time it was not because I was moved, but simply because the smell in my mouth was too spicy for my eyes.
As if she had been holding it in for three days and three nights, the smell of fermentation came out of her mouth. She didn't realize it, but it was like a biochemical weapon to Zhao Shi...
Seeing Zhao Shi crying, she seemed to be about to speak again, but Zhao Shi pressed her head hard on his shoulder: "Don't say anything, your husband is here."
Like holding Zhao Shi's neck with all his strength: "Husband, thank God, we are together again."
Zhao Shi quietly breathed a sigh of relief: Thank God, it doesn't smell so bad from this angle... What is this!
As Wan Rui sat on the ground and hugged him, Zhao Shi happened to see the corpses of several caterpillars that were crushed flat on Wan Rui's back.
A group of ants are persistently carrying the insect corpses, which should be their food reserves.
Zhao Shi clenched his fists slightly, wondering what had happened to his little bowl.
Zhao Shi scratched his head in pain, but a spider came out from his head. It looked like it had crawled onto his head from Wanru's head when they hugged him.
He stretched out his hand to crush the spider to death. Zhao Shi bent down and picked up Wan Ru: "Xiao Wan'er, my husband will take you back."
Seeing this scene, 707, who was watching from a distance, sighed with emotion: "The cliff is true love!"
But as soon as 707 finished speaking, Zhao Shi's movements suddenly froze: his right hand was fine, but his left hand actually felt a sticky patch under Wanru's skirt.