Yin Hong

"Mr. Bonardi Duran...?" The man's blood-stained face was full of surprise, and his body moved a bit, accidentally dragging the wound, and suddenly gasped in pain.

Yawen casually pulled a piece of cloth next to him, frowned and stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on his face, before he finally saw his appearance clearly, "Scagley?"

"Yes, it's me." Scigley nodded twice, the corners of his mouth twitched, his arms and waist trembled slightly, and the wound that was already bleeding became even more scarlet.

Yawen took another step forward, curled his fingers against the skin near the wound, pressed down lightly, and observed the situation inside the wound. During the process, Scigley tightened his eyebrows again in pain, eyes closed. He also closed it tightly.After roughly confirming that there was no dust or knife remaining in his wound, Yawen sighed in his heart and took off the relatively thin lining of the jacket—the fate of his clothes this year was really not smooth, or Unlucky to say the least, in addition to keeping him warm, he had to constantly deal with bloody wounds.

"Thank you." Scrigley panted heavily, then stared at Yawen with surprised eyes, "Mr. Bonardi Duran, why are you here?"

"That's what I want to ask too, why are you here?" Yawen asked back, "The last time I saw you was when Andre was discussing business with your boss, I can hardly remember the details What time is it?"

"We...we..." Sigley closed his eyes in pain, "We were attacked by pirates, all the equipment and food on board were taken away, and most of the crew were killed. The small group of us left, were all caught here... I don't know where the others are, I thought I was going to die." He choked up, the voice in his throat couldn't be hidden He was like a whirlpool of bottomless fear and despair.

If he keeps this injured state, he really won't last long.Yawen didn't say this. He didn't want to take away the dying man's last hope. After thinking for a while, he asked again, "When were you arrested?"

"Two days ago..."

It was two days ago again.How many people came to this island two days ago?Yawen frowned, supported Scigley's body and let him lie on the ground in a position that would not involve the wound relatively speaking, "The people who arrested you, where did they go? Have they appeared in the past two days?" ?"

"They just left..." Scigley shook his head and said, "I don't know what they want, or what they want to ask from me. We don't speak the language, and I can't understand them at all. What are you talking about?" He tremblingly stretched out his finger and pointed to the paper and ink in the corner, "then they gave me a pen and paper, probably wanting me to write, but I don't know what they want at all. on paper?"

"And then?" Yawen asked softly.

"Then...then, they started kicking and beating me," Siggli frowned in pain, his lips and teeth were chattering, "then maybe they were really bored, so they took the knife and killed me. Made it into what it is now, and then left..."

"Do you know which direction they're going?"

"Not very clear." Scigley shook his head, hesitated for a few seconds, and said with some uncertainty: "I heard the footsteps, I probably went to the depths of the island, and I don't know which direction to go after that." .”

Yawen nodded silently, sorted out the information in his head, and then said to Sigley: "For the time being, no one should come here. You are too badly injured. I can't take you away immediately, so you have to do it yourself. Stay here for a while. If someone comes, remember to hold your breath and pretend to be dead immediately, don't let anyone find out that you are still alive. In the evening, if I haven't come back to find you, I may not come back... ...When the time comes, you will walk on the same road you came from, and if you can see the boat when you get to the coast, there may be a glimmer of life."

"Thank you, Mr. Bonardi Duran." Scigley nodded weakly, his eyes instantly moistened with tears, "I didn't expect to see the people I knew again...my partners It should be impossible to survive, the caravan probably just dispersed, if not worrying about my wife and children in my hometown... I really don't have the confidence to survive."

Yawen patted him on the shoulder, but couldn't say any comforting words.He couldn't guarantee Skagley's safety. The situation on this island was so weird that even he himself didn't know what would happen in the next second, let alone escort Skagley back home safely.All that could be hoped now was to solve these mysteries quickly with Sancerre and return to the coast as soon as possible.

But that damned guy went straight into the enemy camp so boldly, without considering the consequences at all.

Yawen frowned irritably. After settling in Shogli, he judged his position and walked towards the camp again.

On the way back, he still didn't see anyone, and the whole island seemed to have fallen into an abyss of silence. During this time period, even the neighing of wild animals and the singing of birds could not be heard.The scorching sun was shining overhead, dazzling people for a while.

Back near the camp and lurking in the grass again, Yawen felt that his head was big.

Sancerre was smiling and talking to the two strong men outside the hut, the old man looked at him expressionlessly, then waved to the strong men.Sancer watched them interact without fear, his eyes swept around, and then found Yawen who was hiding in the dark without any surprise. He smiled and bent his eyes instantly, and pulled out two blades from the side of his legs in an instant He licked the shoulders of two strong men from left to right, then made a face at the old man, and quickly ran towards Yawen.

Yawen knew what he wanted to do without even making eye contact, so he ran directly to the depths of the jungle, and Sancere followed him, laughing a few times.

Yawen felt that his headache seemed to have increased a lot. He glanced back at the old man's exasperated expression and a large group of people who were rushing into the jungle to hunt them down, and sighed while breathing.

Sancer passed Yawen with a smile, took his hand and started to shuttle quickly through the jungle. Within a few minutes, he left the pursuers far behind until he could no longer hear any of them. The voice slowly stopped.

After stopping, Sancel laughed arrogantly while panting, looking extremely happy, like a poor man who was so poor that he couldn't even afford to eat suddenly found mountains of gold and silver, So happy to get rich overnight.

"Didn't you say you want me to save you?" Yawen asked with raised eyebrows.

"That's what I planned." Sancer stuck out his tongue, "Who knew that old man was so easy to deceive? Who knew those guys were so weak? Who knew they were so vigilant?"

Yawen only felt a wave of anger stuck in his chest, unable to express it or swallow it, it was so choked up that he was extremely uncomfortable.He silently watched Sancerre go crazy, until he blinked his eyes in bewilderment and suppressed the unruly smile on his face, then he pulled his collar and kissed his lips unceremoniously.

Sancer was startled, his whole body was so stiff that he didn't even dare to move his hands. He opened his eyes wide, feeling the warmth of Yawen covering his lips. This wet and warm feeling wrapped him up, like It is as comfortable as soaking in warm water.

Then their kiss became intense.

Sanserl looked extremely excited, he was trembling all over, his eyes kept revealing high emotions, his cheeks were flushed with excitement, and the arrogant and fearless smile returned to the corner of his mouth again, if it wasn't for Yawen who still gagged his mouth, He probably laughed out loud.

Yawen pushed him heavily onto the tree trunk, entangled his lips and tongue with him, plundered the air in his mouth and all his energy, wrapped his body in his arms, felt the beating heart in his chest and the pain in his body. Temperature, vent all emotions at once, and can no longer restrain myself.

In just a few tens of seconds, Sancer felt his legs go weak, and strong emotions and pulsations collided between them, like waves of undulating waves violently hitting the rocks on the shore .

Yawen didn't let him go until he got enough of what he needed, and contentedly withdrew his hands that had been restraining his body.

Sancer's back slid down the tree trunk, he sat down on the ground, panting heavily, his cheeks were still terribly red, his eyes were fixed on Yawen with excitement and disbelief, his throat kept rolling, his expression It was as if he wanted to tear him apart and eat him in the next second.

"Does it feel good?" Yawen asked coldly with a smile on his face.

Sancer opened his mouth, but stopped what he was about to blurt subconsciously—his intuition told him that Yawen was definitely in a bad mood right now, and this kind of scene made him feel threatening, and he would make a big mistake if he said one more word .

Yawen slowly squatted down, stretched out his hand to hold his neck, felt his Adam's apple rolling in his palm, and said word by word: "I warn you, Sancel, if you don't follow the plan next time Do things, don't take our two lives seriously, and I will let you die with regrets in this sweet dream, and you will never taste any sweetness again."

☆、Chapter 052