madam is a squeamish

The closer he got to Jiang Dong, the more tense the situation became.

Everyone on the street was in danger, and the Japanese army shuttled through it, as if they were arresting someone.

Xiaoyouzi frowned, "Isn't Li Dong the territory of Li Damin? Why are there so many Orientals running rampant?"

When Bei Minglang mentioned Li Damin, he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"When the Japanese came over, the war hadn't even reached Lidong.

Without saying a word, Li Damin, the son of a bitch, abandoned two cities in a row, and ran away with the family members of the army overnight, in the name of peace without fighting.

When fighting for territory before, they fought more fiercely than anyone else.This is a critical moment, but he is more cowardly than a mouse. "

Looking at Bei Minglang's mouth shape, Xiaoyuzi probably heard that he was scolding Li Damin.

"Who do they seem to be after?"

Just as Bei Minglang was about to speak, he saw a few Japanese soldiers approaching, pointing at the people in the portrait, "Have you seen it?"

Xiaoyouzi was instinctively startled when she saw the person in the portrait, the Dongyang soldiers seemed to have discovered something.

Immediately, he turned his scrutiny to her.

"You know him?"

Bei Minglang said, "Sorry, my sister was born deaf, she was frightened when she saw a stranger, she couldn't hear what you said clearly,"

Xiaoyouzi immediately waved her hand and pointed to her ear, as if saying that she didn't understand what they were asking.

The Dongyang soldiers took a careful look at the two men, and left after finding that they were neither.

Bei Minglang asked her in the notebook, "Do you know the person in the portrait?"

Xiaoyouzi nodded lightly, with a serious expression on her face.

"Yes, I am a friend. Why are these Japanese arresting him?"

Bei Minglang continued to write, "Now all forces in society are advocating unanimity in the external world, so that the Orientals are so troublesome to search, your friend must have something to do with these party disputes."

Xiaoyouzi became a little worried, "He is a gentleman, so nothing will happen to him!"

I was just about to ask Bei Minglang if there is anyone from the Bei family near here, and help me find it.

He saw two drops of bright red blood on his face standing under the tree.

"on your head"

Immediately afterwards, a huge figure fell from the tree and directly smashed Bei Minglang to the ground.

With a muffled snort, Bei Minglang felt short of breath and struggled.

"what?"

"It's a person!" Xiaoyouzi and Boiling water rushed to save him, helping him up.

Boiling water, "This person looks familiar! I wonder if he's still angry?"

Xiaoyouzi helped the mysterious man up, looked at the boiling water and sniffed him, and was surprised.

I was so frightened that I let go of my hand, and quickly held it up again.

"Mr. Wen!"

It's a small world!
Boiling water came to his senses, "Isn't this the person in the portrait?"

Little Yuzi didn't care to listen carefully to Bo Shui's mouth shape, and looked around, "Bo Shui, carry him on your back, let's go quickly."

Bei Minglang was still on the ground, and the two of them were already walking hurriedly.

"Hey, at least you give me a hand, I'm shivering!"

After running a long way, something was missing in the boiling water, and it was only then that I remembered that I had landed in Beiminglang.

He grabbed Xiaoyuzi who was running fast, and pointed to the back, which meant that someone hadn't followed.

Little Grapefruit trotted back to pick it up again.

Bei Minglang was helped up, cursing, "When will it be my turn to be a puppet? Is it my turn to be a pawn? Is it still nobody cares about?"

Little Yuzi heard his mouth flickering quickly, and knew that there was nothing good to say, "Shut up, you! Go!"

I found a secluded and deserted ruined temple, and brought people in with boiling water.

It was found that he was dying and seemed to be seriously injured.

"The blood loss is too much, the bullet is infected in the body, and it seems that it is still running a fever?"

Bei Minglang rubbed his waist, stiffly bent over to look at the wound on his back.

"Is there any surgical tools? I have practiced in the military academy when I was abroad, and I can take out his bullets, but there must be anesthesia, anti-inflammatory and hemostatic tools."

Turn over the boiling water, "There is a powder to stop bleeding, but we don't have injections to reduce inflammation and fever."

Bei Minglang wrote in his notebook, "Look for medicine."