Jing Jiaren was coughing, her body felt heavy and painful, and every minute of waiting was extremely painful.
In the middle of the night, I still didn’t see Leng Aofeng coming back, so I had a very bad feeling in my heart.
She wanted to go out several times, but the door was locked tightly from the outside, and if she was caught by Ji Ziang's people when she went out...
It will add another burden to Leng Aofeng and Ximen Longting.
At first she wanted to call Wilson and looked around the house, but there was no communication equipment at all.
And when she gradually calmed down, she no longer wanted to go to Ximen Longting...
I don't want to get involved in those disputes anymore.
But she is still poisoned, what should I do? Only Ji Ziang has antibiotics. What should I do?
So what if she escaped? She was being controlled so tightly that she was tired of this puppet-like life!
Finally there were footsteps outside the door...
It's just that the steps are a little strange.
Jing Jiaren looked wary and hurriedly hid behind the door, holding a knife tightly in her hand.
This was taken out from the kitchen. After Leng Aofeng left, she placed it beside the bed for self-defense.
Click, click...
The sound of unlocking the door lasted for a long time, and it was not easy at all. Jing Jiaren suspected that someone was matching the key, and she became even more wary.
Finally, the door opened, and a blast of cold air rushed in!
Jing Jiaren was weak and clutched the knife tightly, watching the long shadow spread on the ground through the light, stretching very long.
He walked in slowly——
Jing Jiaren's heart jumped and she suddenly raised the knife!
The person who came out had a slightly hunched back, but he could tell that he was Leng Aofeng.
His consciousness was still very strong, and he immediately felt someone behind him and suddenly reached out to strangle her wrist.
Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide: "Leng Aofeng, are you injured!?"
Blood, a lot of blood...
No wonder his footsteps sounded wrong, no wonder he opened the door for a long time.
When Leng Aofeng saw it was her, he put down his hand and sighed: "I saw no one on the bed, so I thought you..."
"Stop talking and sit down quickly." Jing Jia was shocked. He didn't know how serious the injury was. It was the first time he saw Leng Aofeng injured so seriously.
Jing Jiaren looked outside the door and saw faint traces of blood...
"It's raining outside...the rain will wash away the blood stains."
Jing Jiaren nodded. If the blood stains outside were washed away, those people would not be able to pursue the church.
Leng Aofeng's body shape makes it difficult to stand, and his right leg is still lame.
He seemed to be holding on to his last breath and ran back...
Jing Jiaren held him up with one hand: "I'll help you sit down on a chair, can you sit down?"
"Um."
Jing Jiaren closed the door, helped Leng Aofeng sit on the chair, and roughly checked the three gun muzzles for him, but fortunately none of them hit any critical areas.
But he bled a lot, got wet in the rain, probably suffered gunshot wounds, and went through a fierce fight and escape.
His other bruises and falls were also serious.
My right leg fell while jumping from a high altitude, and my knee was worn out...
Did he resist and come back?
Seeing Leng Aofeng like this, she felt very uncomfortable: "Didn't I say that if something goes wrong, you should retreat immediately."
Leng Aofeng tore off the bloody clothes on his body: "I was ambushed."
"ambush?"
"In the basement, they imprisoned a fake child, wearing a mask..." Leng Aofeng's eyes were dark and his face was tough, "I was careless."
"The bullet must be removed immediately, otherwise the wound will become infected."