Wasn't the man who came here just the man I met in the jungle, and he slapped her ass even if he didn't agree with each other.

This man's skin is slightly dark, his facial features are not three-dimensional like the European-style face, but the standard Asian flat facial features, and those bright black eyes are the biggest highlight of his whole body.

He was holding a chicken in his hand. The chicken was dead, dripping down from the neck of the chicken.

"You, you... what are you going to do?" Mu Xiaoyan was taken aback by how someone came to her with a chicken.

The man walked towards Mu Xiaoyan, swung his arm, and the chicken in his hand landed steadily on the thatch in front of her.

Mu Xiaoyan shrank back in shock, impatiently behind her was a high wall piled up with branches, and the branches stuck on her injured back, and blood gushed out again.

"Hiss..." He groaned in pain, and bent his waist forward.

Seeing Mu Xiaoyan suffering from pain, the man walked over immediately, and stood straight in front of Mu Xiaoyan with those dark legs. He half-knelt down and looked at her with his head tilted. Voice: "Dudu, you are stepping on the ground..."

As he approached her with a strong sour smell, Mu Xiaoyan suddenly felt sick, and subconsciously pressed her hands on her chest, as if vomiting.

Mom, what bird language is he talking about...

Mu Xiaoyan looked at him with strange eyes, with obvious disgust in his expression.

For some unknown reason, even though Mu Xiaoyan looked at him with such disgust, the man still approached her, and seemed to have noticed her wound.

He carefully broke her shoulder, and lightly touched the finger that was white inward and dark outward, and the fingertips pressed against her bright red blood.

"Pfft..." The man's head approached her back slowly, and he used his mouth to blow air slowly towards her wound, looking very worried about her injury.

This made Mu Xiaoyan even more puzzled, what do these people mean by arresting her here and not letting her go out? The key is that this person still showed concern for her.

The man crawled on her back and messed around for a while, then got up, lowered his head, muttered something to her, and left.

Seeing him leave, Mu Xiaoyan finally breathed a sigh of relief. One was because of a terrible smell on him, and the other was because of the smell that was two degrees worse than durian. Bad breath.

This is the worst smell she has ever smelled, and it feels like she never wants to try it for the second time.

She turned her head slightly to check her injury, and she could feel her pain just by seeing the open wound.

She tried to poke her head out again, and found that there were still two women standing at the door, and they would stop her if she made the slightest move to go out, which clearly meant to imprison her here.

But why is this, she has no connection with these people, let alone any enmity, why do they treat her like this.

Even if you really want her to act in this film and television work, you should discuss it with her first, so how can she add good effects to their works when she doesn't know anything about it?

It turned out that she was thinking too much, and these people really wanted to arrest her inexplicably.

She has been observing the things outside for a long time in the room, but she didn't find any modern utensils, and she was really about to collapse.

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