Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 1048 - The Story of Ling and Heng (311)

Chapter 1048: The Story of Ling and Heng (311)

Feng Ling frowned and said solemnly. “I said, get on my back!”

“No. Let me hug it and I can recover a lot of strength,” the man whispered hoarsely behind her, and then, when Feng Ling was about to lose her temper, he took a step back in time and let her go.

Feng Ling turned her head abruptly and looked at him with wondering eyes. “Do you have any idea what kind of a situation we are in?! How can you still...”

“No matter what, I am a man. I won’t let you carry me. Unless I am dead, I will always protect you,” the man said and walked past her with a pale face. Even if he almost fainted due to excessive blood loss, he was still walking.

Feng Ling looked at the black clothes on the man, on which hardly any blood stains could be seen, but the smell of blood spreading in the air still made her frown.

She walked up quickly to help him. “Let me help you walk, okay?”

The man’s face remained deadpan and he just glanced at her. Worrying about him, she reached out and carefully took his arm. “There are usually some beast shelters in the depths of the jungles, such as hidden small caves or tree holes under bushes. If we hide in them, they won’t be able to find us.”

Then she began to search around and finally found a tree hole that could accommodate two people under an old tree. The place was so hidden that it was impossible for those people to find them. She hurriedly helped him to sit down.

When Li Nanheng sat down, he frowned slightly because of the wound on his back, but soon he turned to look at the tall bushes outside. “There is blood on the path we walked. They can easily find us with two hounds.”

“Don’t worry. I will deal with it. Just a moment.”

As Feng Ling said, she got out of the small tree hole and got into the tall bushes outside.

Although this jungle was very large and looked dark and mysterious, in fact, it was the closest jungle to the city. The animals here had already run away due to excessive human disturbance. Now there were only snakes and some harmless small animals left.

She went to pick some smelly grass in the jungle, crushed it into mud, and smeared it on the path they had walked to conceal their smells.

More than ten minutes later, Feng Ling quickly finished this job. The smelly grass had a strong flavor. Even if they took hounds here, the hounds would be misled by the smelly grass, because the smelly grass had the smell of blood, which would be easily mistaken with the smell of human blood.

This was something only Feng Ling, who grew up in the jungle, would know. Other people, unless they were professional jungle explorers, would not be aware of such things.

When she got back into the tree hole, she saw Li Nanheng sitting there, eyes closed, motionless.

Feng Ling’s heart skipped a beat. She walked quickly over and crouched down in front of him. “Boss Li? Li Nanheng?”

The man with closed eyes opened his eyes when she held his shoulders, and looked at the girl in front of him. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still shining. “Did you just call me Boss Li? Good, I like it more than Mr. Li.”

Feng Ling stared at him and didn’t feel like listening to his nonsense, so she took out the dagger she brought with her and cut his clothes open. When the man raised his eyebrows and looked at her, she said in a cold voice, “I saw your wound yesterday. I think you won’t mind me seeing it again.”

“No, I don’t mind, but please be gentle...” The man chuckled.

Feng Ling said deadpan, “Then find a gentle woman to help you. Don’t bother me.”

Li Nanheng laughed out loud because of her words but then couldn’t help coughing twice because his wounds were pulled. Blood flowed out of the wound on his back again.

Bleeding all the way here, he hadn’t fainted because his physical condition was really good.

Looking at the man’s pale but still smiling face, Feng Ling suddenly remembered that night on Rogers Pass, when he was so weak but he still tortured her on the bed. The next few days, she hid in the tent and lay on the bed, refusing to see anyone. She was really impressed with this man’s physical strength.

Suddenly thinking of that night, Feng Ling frowned but did not speak. She leaned down, turned the man over, and checked his wound, saying, “Did the bullet penetrate your shoulder blade?”

“I think not. If the bone was shot through, I wouldn’t be able to walk this far.” The man replied hoarsely, “The bullet is in the flesh. Don’t you have a knife? Help me get the bullet out.”

Feng Ling thought he had heard it wrong, and her hands paused and she raised her head with a jerk. “What did you say?”

Li Nanheng looked back at her and picked up the dagger she had just thrown on the ground. “Take the bullet out.”

Feng Ling moved her hand away from his back. “I don’t know how!”

“It’s uncertain when we can leave. You should be very clear that the longer the bullet stays in my body, the more dangerous I’ll be. Do you want me to die here?” the man asked calmly. “Cut open the wound. The bullet is not in the bone. It’s not that difficult to take it out.”

“I’ve never done it before. I don’t know how to do it,” Feng Ling said as she looked at the wound on his back, remembering the cross scar on her shoulder.

It seemed that the bullet could be taken out if she cut a cross on the scar...