Personal security

Chapter 13: Enemies or friends?

Nong Lan picked up the fish with a branch and returned to Zhao Jianhui. He looked at Zhao Jianhui with his eyes, but he didn't know what to do with this unlucky fish. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh bitterly. Now he didn't even have the strength to move, and besides, he didn't have any tools on him. If he was asked to treat this fish, there were many ways, but he couldn't use any of them now. Go... Oh, no, there is another way, and that is to eat it raw.

"Go to the river and wash it, then eat it alive." Zhao Jianhui said to De Nonglan, who was still studying the fish over and over.

Nong Lan wrinkled his nose: "Hey, I heard that drilling wood to make fire was a great invention of your ancestors, wouldn't you...not?"

"I can, but I don't have the strength now. Besides, there is no dry firewood here, and there is no way to make a fire..." Zhao Jianhui shook his head and said.

Nong Lan looked around, left the fish behind and walked a few steps. After a while, he found a thick wooden board with holes from the river bank. He also held a stick in his hand and threw it in with a smile. In front of Zhao Jianhui. "I'll do it, you direct it."

"Put your feet on the board to secure it so it doesn't move. Turn the stick with both hands. You are looking for some dry grass or bamboo roots. While turning, put the hay into the fire hole, and keep Blow air into the hole with your mouth, and be careful not to blow with too much force. When smoke starts to appear at the small hole, if you use more force with your hands, it will start to fire." Zhao Jianhui said, and Nong Lan followed him. Give instructions on how to do it.

She rubbed the wooden stick with her pink hands, puffed her cheeks and lowered her head, blowing gently into the small hole. The fullness in her chest swayed as her arms flexed and stretched, and the trembling frequency made people dizzy. Zhao Jianhui watched her movements and thought in a daze, if what Nong Lan was rubbing in his hand was not a wooden stick but... thinking about it, his face turned red and he coughed twice.

Nong Lan added some more dried bamboo roots and continued to bend his waist to blow air into the small hole. Green smoke began to float out of the small hole. Zhao Jianhui encouraged him in a low voice: "Hurry up, hurry up... Well, That's it..." About ten minutes later, the small flame slowly ignited. Nong Lan spread dry leaves, withered grass, twigs and other things on the fire, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Nong Lan holding the branch with the fish on it and grilling it on the fire, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but widen his eyes and opened his mouth without saying anything.

Not long after, the aroma of fish meat was detected in her nose. Nong Lan held up a branch and put the fish under her nose and smelled it, with a child-like smile on her face. She tore off a piece of fish with her hands, but it was so hot that she took a few breaths of cold air. She held the fish with her white and tender fingers and brought it to Zhao Jianhui's mouth. Zhao Jianhui did not pick it up with his hands, but directly extended it to his mouth. Nong Lan took the fish meat into his mouth with his fingers.

Nong Lan's face was red, but she continued to tear off a piece of fish with her hands and watched Zhao Jianhui swallow it into his stomach. There was still a slight smile on his face. Eating the grilled and slightly mushy fish, Zhao Jianhui enjoyed it even though it was not salty. After Zhao Jianhui ate more than half of a fish, Zhao Jianhui shook his head and said, "You eat it."

After finishing speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes slightly. Slowly guiding a stream of turbid Hunyuan Qi to pass through the limbs again, I feel much better now, and the injured part on my arm doesn't seem to hurt much anymore. After his breath was guided from his limbs and bones into his Dantian, and then circulated back and forth from the depths of his Dantian for twelve weeks, the turbid breath had long since disappeared. Zhao Jianhui only felt that the altar was clear and clear, and the waves of breath in his body were rolling. , running continuously throughout the body, it feels like the strength of the whole body has been restored to sixty-seven tenths.

He exhaled a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. Just as Nong Lan's eyes were looking over, he saw a trace of blush on Zhao Jianhui's face. He couldn't help but said in surprise: "How are you, have you eaten something?" ?”

"Well, it's getting better. I don't know what time it is now. We still have to hurry up." Zhao Jianhui stood up and took two steps forward. He raised his leg and reached out to take off the only shoe on his foot. Still got out. Wearing this thing with a slit in the front is actually not as comfortable as going barefoot.

Nong Lan followed him slowly with her bare white feet. The two of them walked not very fast. They entered the dense forest and climbed over a mountain ridge to see a long valley at the foot of the mountain. This is a green, moist and leafy world. In front of you is a large guava forest, with a small village hidden in the forest. In the middle of the village is a grassland. The stream that the two people left behind just now flows back from nowhere, but it is clearer and shallower than before.

A shallow stream flows through the flat, and on both sides of the flat are roughly woven shacks, like many square baskets placed upside down. Looking down from the top of the mountain, it can be seen that there are about forty or fifty families living here in the dense forest.

"Hey... are you still going forward?" Zhao Jianhui took a few steps forward, and Nong Lan behind him suddenly took his hand and asked in a low voice. Zhao Jianhui said strangely: "There is a small village in the forest ahead. Let's go there to ask for directions and find some more... Oh, I understand, you are hiding here and waiting..." Looking at Nong Lan behind him, he was dressed in The strips of cloth couldn't be called clothes at all, and the white flesh all over his body was almost naked in front of his eyes. He definitely couldn't go out to meet people in this scene.

Nong Lan held his hand tightly and whispered: "You can't leave me alone..."

"I'm looking for clothes for you, how can I leave you alone? You saved me just now, I'm still grateful to you..." Zhao Jianhui knew that in such a desolate mountain, it was very difficult for a woman to walk out smoothly. Although Nong Lan had good kung fu, women were women after all, and only men were their backbone at this time.

Although this man was once her enemy, since the two met again last night, they strangely turned from enemies to allies temporarily. Nong Lan couldn't imagine that if Zhao Jianhui died by the river, or if he never came back now, could he still walk out of the jungle alive in this state.

This place has always been a no-man's land. Living in such a place, in addition to various ethnic forces, drug dealers and bandits, even the common people must be very strong. Otherwise, they would have been eaten by other tribes without a bone left.

National laws and royal laws are useless in such places. Whoever has the stronger fist has the right to speak the law. A woman who is so beautiful and dressed so revealingly is destined to arouse men's evil thoughts as long as she is seen by others. It is difficult not to have something happen.

So, when she saw Zhao Jianhui wanted to go down alone, Nong Lan immediately grabbed his hand and stopped him from going alone. "Trust me, I will be back soon." Zhao Jianhui reached out and patted Nong Lan's hand, and his firm eyes gave Nong Lan confidence.

Crouching under a big tree, watching Zhao Jianhui disappear in front of her, Nong Lan couldn't help but cross her arms, thinking in her mind, should she and Zhao Jianhui be considered enemies or friends.

Enemies? In fact, they are not. She is the biological daughter of the Queen of Thailand, and her real identity is a princess. She has received the most rigorous training and good education since she was a child, and her master is Tang Wu, the master of the most mysterious sect in China-Tang Sect.

Che Dudu is her fiancé, but that is only in name. All this was done to infiltrate the Fu En Group and instigate infighting among the three drug dealers. The three groups were already weakened by the joint attack of the four countries. After my instigation and my efforts, the Fu En Group finally started a fight with the Kunchai and Jiapeng groups. The situation was getting worse and worse, and it was basically the end of the world.

On the surface, in order to expand the sales of drugs, I have personally traveled north and west in recent years to open up sales to the mainland, India and the Middle East. However, due to my intentional or unintentional negligence, the sales channels established by the Fu En Group were always discovered by the local police very quickly. Not only would a large number of drugs be confiscated, but even a few people could not escape.

This time in the mainland, even Fu En's daughter was arrested by the police. The old guy Fu En finally woke up and began to chase me frantically. Unfortunately, I fell into Kunchai's hands while escaping.

Fortunately, the people around me were loyal and righteous people who were loyal to the royal family. In the process of rescuing me, none of the eight people survived. If I hadn't known that the villa built by the British had a secret passage, I would have died on the spot.

However, I was able to live until now, in addition to my men's sacrifice, the Myanmar government army's coincidence in launching an attack on Kunchai, and it seems that this person also contributed a lot.

If it weren't for him, I would have run out of bullets after encountering Fei En's troops in the dense forest, and the people around me would have been killed or injured. It would be impossible to escape by myself, not to mention that Zhao Jianhui blocked two grenades for me, and his hands and legs were injured in many places. He fell into the river, and even if he fainted, he still held my hand tightly without letting go. So this person should be regarded as my benefactor, or friend.

However, this person broke one of my legs, causing me to have to walk on crutches for a long time. I also caused his girlfriend to be poisoned by the butterfly, making him travel thousands of miles and go through life and death.

All in all, it seemed that the grudge of having his legs cut off by Zhao Jianhui had been settled, and the only thing left was the favor of him saving him just now.

When Nong Lan thought of this, he felt strange in his heart. How could he still owe him?