Even if you are kidnapped, you have to fall in love!

The fever went away like it did when it came, leaving me with sore bones all over my body.

I was wrapped in a quilt and slumped on the ground, watching Poker Face come back with a pile of clothes and two broken bowls along the way.These are put down by the Vietnamese.But this guy never came back after being scared away. I don't know what they are planning. Could it be that they think that I am not a threat at all, so they simply implement the stocking policy?Damn, thank you so much... As for Poker Ping, although he is a little more sober, he still looks like he is easy to deceive.

——Well, it seems that there is really no need to beware of us...

Thinking gloomily, I sat up dawdly, took a bowl and looked at it. Inside was a pile of sticky and unknown substances, and I could vaguely recognize some kind of green wild vegetable.

...Normal people will definitely not be able to talk about this thing, but now, if you don't eat it, you will die.

I tried my best not to make my expression look too death-defying, but unfortunately, I immediately broke my skills after taking a breath. After holding back for a long time, I murmured a word with special feeling: "Fuck!"

I clutched my stomach and pretended to be calm, and looked at Poker Bottle gloatingly.As a result, I realized.

——I’m so forced to come home that I want to see something from this cancerous face!

Poker bottle with a slumped face, couldn't have squatted next to me more calmly and finished that bowl of weird to scary food one bite at a time, not to mention the change in expression, even the frequency of swallowing was fucking calculated of.

My stomach hurts even more, what kind of trouble is this guy eating this thing out of high-end western food? ?Looking at the dirty bowl in my hand, I sighed. Just as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to pour it down, a strong force came over me and knocked over the disgusting bowl instantly.

I looked at Poker Ping in surprise. He frowned, moved his lips, and stretched out his hand to pull me, but he swayed halfway and fell down.

He said, don't eat.

My heart tightened, and I wanted to help him, but I immediately felt something was wrong, as if under anesthesia, my consciousness was clear, but my whole body lost control.

When the group of Vietnamese rushed in, I didn't even have the strength to clenched my fist, so I just watched them drag the Poker bottle up.

Hold!Oh shit!How much material was added in that bowl, I just tasted it and it became like this!

Because Pokerfing swallowed a whole bowl, not only did the medicine take effect faster than me, but the side effects were also more obvious, and local limb spasms had already appeared.I gritted my teeth and greeted all the immediate family members of the group of Vietnamese, praying that the anesthetic they used would not be too toxic, otherwise Poker Bottle might be directly killed.

To everyone's surprise, after being dragged for a few steps, Poker-Ping, who had his head down, suddenly twisted his waist and kicked a Vietnamese who was dragging him over. The nearest guy also fell down.But after doing these actions, he seemed to have reached his limit, he staggered, and was held down by the person who reacted.

This sudden turn of events directly enraged the rest of the Vietnamese. They kicked Poker-Face a few times cursingly and gulped him down with my bowl of anesthetic.

Poker bottle couldn't hold it anymore, he stared at me for a while, closed his eyes, and passed out completely.

Someone carried a large bamboo basket into the door and put the fainted oil bottle into it, and then two of them were left behind, and the rest followed the basket bearer and left.

At that moment, my anger was almost unbelievably strong.I shouldn't have cared so much about someone I'd only known for a day, but the truth was, the emotions welled up in my chest were intense, anger mixed with fear, and deep contempt overriding everything.

It seems that as long as I want to, I can get rid of this group of people.

I lay on the ground very calmly, with little strength, like a snake, watching coldly, waiting for the chance to kill with one blow.

I count silently in my heart.

three.

The people who stayed behind exchanged a few words with each other, and then walked out alone.

two.

Another man took out a length of rope from his waist and walked towards me.

……one!

The man squatted down, while I leaned against the wall, and quickly mobilized all my strength to hit a piece near the ground that had been corroded by moisture and was about to decay.

There was a crisp crackling sound, and the dim sunlight in the rainforest shrouded the sky and covered the sky. I rolled down the slope behind the house. In the dizzy dizziness, there was the dull sound of the house collapsing and a scream.

Before I could feel complacent, a sharp pain hit my abdomen, and my eyes went black from the pain, and I fell into a short-term shock. I didn't even notice when it hit the bottom.After panting for a while, I reached out and groped for the wound. A broken branch pierced the whole body from behind, and the sharp fracture was about ten centimeters long.I paused, took a slow breath, and pulled out my hand hard.

puff!

My whole body bounced uncontrollably, and the cry was stuck in my throat. I endured the pain and struggled to breathe, and slowly got up while covering the bleeding wound.

I don't know which backcountry the forest is so thick that people have no sense of direction at all. I looked around in a daze, feeling uncontrollably anxious.I staggered forward a few steps, and suddenly smelled something else amidst the smell of blood and mud.

It was the nasty taste of that bowl of anesthetic.

southeast direction.

I clutched the branch that was still bleeding in my hand.