The Witch's Bodyguard [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Stark will always be presumptuous to the end, even if the knife rests on the neck and the muzzle of the gun rests on the temple.

He was convinced that his behavior was enough to dissuade the other party from killing people. It was undeniably risky, but he had never been so grateful that his life was more valuable than others.The tension that gradually eased began to slowly speed up his heart rate, so fast that he could feel all the blood rushing towards one place, but it wasn't actually there, it was just an illusion.

"I'll keep them alive." Raza approached Stark gradually.

Stark took a step back, he understood that life was only temporary, Raza's eyes were full of killing, and once he got what he wanted, he would kill him immediately.

As soon as Stark relaxed, Raza punched him on the bridge of the nose with a backhand, and the screwdriver fell to the ground.

Raza beckoned to his subordinates, and said to the people behind him, "Hold him down."

Stark clutched his nose and fell to the ground in pain. Nosebleeds flowed down his nose unstoppably and all over his hands. He thought the "he" in Zara's mouth was referring to himself.

"You have to pay for your dishonesty." Zara had an extra shovel in his hand, and he took it from the brazier. It was a tool used to roll charcoal fire. The red charcoal was steaming hot, "You have to accept punishment, I think the lesson of stepping on a landmine and turning you into such a ghost is not deep enough."

"What are you going to do!" Ethan yelled in horror.

Raza said, "Shut up, or I'll feed this thing down your throat."

Ma Linglong knew what was about to happen to her. She was pinned down by two men of great strength and could not move. The red charcoal stone on the shovel would be branded somewhere on her skin.On the contrary, she was not afraid, but more angry, but Ma Linglong had to control this anger.She had just missed the best moment of resistance that would never fail. If the subconscious magic was exposed due to emotional fluctuations, she would not even dare to think about the consequences.

Without a wand to face the dark wizard, she would have been happier just going for the gun.

Damn it, the efficiency of the Magic Council is always so low!

"No, stop, stop!" Stark opened his oversized brown eyes with a frightened expression, "I taught him to lie, the child is innocent, I told you the paper What's up!" Nosebleeds mixed with sweat made his face sticky, and Stark was pressed down by two other terrorists, forcing him to kneel on the spot and scream almost in despair.

Zara opened her mouth evilly: "Actually, I don't care."

Ma Linglong struggled and babbled, followed by a sharp burning pain. Even if the body changed, the nerves and flesh and blood were still her own, and the clear pain spread all over her body.

Raza pressed the charcoal hard on the back of Ma Linglong's right hand, which was a relatively clean and complete part of her body. Raza originally wanted to burn it on the captive's face, but he found that Ma Linglong's There is no one intact part of the face, so the visual impact of the punishment brand is not large enough.

The red soldering iron, with its irregular shape, seemed to be holding on to death's soul-wrenching weapon at this moment. Ma Linglong screamed in pain, and the sound was even worse than a worn-out record player.

She could have transferred all the damage to anyone present, this trick is very simple, as long as she moves her thoughts, the pain can be reduced.But in the presence of the Dark Wizard, she could not use magic, nor have the slightest thought.She had to endure the torture of the fire alone. Ma Linglong smelled the burnt smell emanating from the surface of her skin, and she almost couldn't feel that the hand was her own.

She vowed to repay herself twice as much for the torture she had suffered.

Zara's expression was particularly ferocious, and he felt extremely satisfied staring at the fragile skin that was sizzling and emitting white smoke.

The torture lasted for more than a minute, but everyone thought it might be as long as a century. When Raza led his men out of the cave, the whole room was already filled with the smell of burnt skin.

"Hey, hey, kid, it's okay, I'm here, those bastards are gone, you'll be fine." Stark was drenched in sweat from head to toe, and of course Ma Linglong, he almost crawled He came to Ma Linglong by the way, and then held up her arm that was branded in the shape of charcoal, and comforted her constantly, "Ethan, Ethan, move quickly, the medicine box, Naxin is seriously injured, the dog Damn!"

Ma Linglong quickly chanted the spell silently, dispelling the burning pain after another, she raised her eyes, and was startled by Stark's face: "Stark..." The blood and sweat around his lips were mixed Taken together, the red blood covered almost half of Stark's face, and it seemed that he was no better than Ma Linglong.

"Yes, baby, I'm here, everything will be fine." Stark put his arms around her to reassure him, as if reassuring himself, "Don't worry, I'll take you out of this damn place, I swear I will, Let's leave tomorrow night, and I will take you to New York." His breath hit Ma Linglong's face one after another, and he kept kissing Ma Linglong's forehead with his wet lips to give his only condolences.

"You're bleeding." Ma Linglong looked at him and said.

"You're right, but it doesn't matter, everyone will have a nosebleed, and you must have one too." Stark raised his sleeve and wiped it under his nose.

"Tony, there doesn't seem to be any plaster for burns in the medicine box." Ethan turned the medicine box over and shook out what was left.It is normal that there is no extra medicine. The extremists don't think that those insignificant prisoners need to be treated. In order to save Stark, they spent all the medicine in the base.

"Damn it, damn it!" Stark cursed, he hugged Ma Linglong tightly in his sweaty embrace, dragging her shockingly slender arms at a loss, feeling extremely guilty.

Compared to Stark's panic, Ethan was much calmer: "Let her lie down first."

Stark carefully carried Ma Linglong to the bed. Only at this time did he hate that the broken bed was not soft and warm enough, so he turned himself into a mattress and adjusted his posture so that the injured could lean on him safely chest.

Ma Linglong felt extremely uncomfortable with such concern, although Stark thought he was a boy, she was not after all.

"Don't be afraid, we will find a way to deal with your wounds. Before that, you have to be a little quieter." Stark's pupils were marked with blisters and blood stains caused by the branding. When the branding iron left the skin, a layer of skin was drawn. Even if you don't experience it personally, you can immediately feel the heart-piercing pain just by looking at it, "You are awesome, child, you didn't cry, if I were you, you would definitely cry forever."

"It's okay." Ma Linglong responded, "It doesn't hurt." She wanted to leave this hot chest, and she was already getting off the bed with one leg.

"I know, you're the bravest little boy I've ever seen." Stark slid his arm, trying to stop Ma Linglong's legs from falling off the bed, Stark hadn't realized the brave little boy he was talking about In fact, I want to get rid of him.

At this moment, his finger slipped to the inner thigh of Ma Linglong inadvertently. It was an accidental touch. Immediately afterwards, Stark yelled as if he drank a fly in his coffee: "God !" He took his hands away from the private part in a panic, "He, no, she is a girl?"

Ma Linglong rolled her eyelids and blamed him for making a fuss, but Stark didn't see this scene.

Ethan finally found something useful, analgesic, and anti-inflammatory potion. After hearing Stark's low cry, he turned his head and said: "Yes." He pointed out without concealment, "I Thought you'd never find out."

Stark said, "Why did you tell me he was a boy?"

Ethan came over with a bandage and a medicine bottle: "I didn't say anything, you thought he was a boy."

Stark has no intention of revealing the truth, he understands that the identity of a boy is much safer in this kind of place: "Well, my lady, if I knew you were a lady from the beginning, I would definitely not hit you with bread of the head."

"Tony, you'd better wash your face first, I'll disinfect his wound, I mean, her wound. Naxin will be fine, she's a girl who survived a minefield." Ethan's lie So much so that Stark had no doubt that the little one he was planning to adopt was a doomed wretch.

Ethan carefully avoided the camera, and while Stark was dealing with the nosebleed, he asked in a low voice, "How do you feel? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put the drawings on the table."

"What I just said, painting that kind of thing is asking for trouble." Ma Linglong could only rely on basic magic to temporarily relieve the pain caused by the burn. As for whether it can be cured, she has no way to do it now without a magic wand.

"I'm really, really sorry." Ethan disinfected the edge of her wound with gauze dipped in alcohol: "Is there any potion that can cure this?"

"It doesn't matter if I don't have one ready-made, I can cure it when I get the wand." A burn of this degree is nothing to Ma Linglong, although it hurts.You know, the Hogwarts magic class is unavoidable for all kinds of injuries.Burning can be said to be a very minor accident, and what is even more terrifying is being injured. She was bombed before, when she was in the third grade.

Her deskmate put materials that shouldn't have been put in the medicine stove ahead of time. At that time, the entire desk was lifted up, and the ceiling of the classroom was blown away, and she was the closest. As you can imagine, Ma Linglong was in the Lie on the hospital bed for a whole month.

"Why didn't you use a concealing spell to process the drawings just now?" Ethan finally expressed his doubts.

"Raza, that bald head." Ma Linglong said, "He is a dark wizard who escaped from Azkaban, I cannot use magic in front of him."

"That's too bad!" Ethan made an unbelievable voice in surprise, "The leader of the terrorists is a dark wizard. Is there any more dangerous situation than this!"

There is no more dangerous situation than this, Ma Linglong thought, but she was glad that Raza was an old-school wizard, and usually old-school wizards disdain to use Muggle things, so he didn't have a gun but a wand.Otherwise, with the style of a terrorist, he would directly let the disobedient be shot instead of choking his neck with his hands. In that case, Stark might not have time to make a "sacrifice".

"Do you have any new plans?" Ethan asked, "Tomorrow night will be the key to everything."

Stark walked this way, his face clean again, except for a bruise around his nose, but he seemed to be deliberately looking cheerful, walking briskly.

"I believe in Stark." Ma Linglong said, but she planned to snatch the black wizard's wand.

Stark had been sitting on the edge of Ma Linglong's bed. He was terribly sleepy, but he didn't intend to leave. He seemed very happy that the little boy had turned into a little girl.Stark was coaxing the girl to sleep with gentle words and interesting fairy tales. He was surprised that he could tell fairy tales. He never believed in fairy tales since he was a child.

Stark has always been very confident in coaxing girls, until he found that Ma Linglong had been staring at him intently for half an hour: "Can't you sleep, my girl?" He smiled, as if facing It is a beautiful girl, and his sweet words can spoil that girl to heaven at any time.

"I'm not your girl." Ma Linglong replied indifferently.

"There are a lot of girls who want to be my girl, and you will too." Stark certainly didn't treat her as a woman, but to a woman, no matter her age, Stark would flirt and talk to a woman. The man's attitude was completely different, "Look at what I found." As if by a magic trick, there was an extra piece of chocolate candy that had been torn open in his palm.

Ma Linglong recognized that it was Raza trying to lure a 12-year-old refugee kid to tell the truth.

"I checked, the inside is clean and intact." Stark brought the chocolate to Ma Linglong's mouth, "Do you want it?"

Ma Linglong nodded, in fact, she has a sweet tooth, and she hasn't eaten any sweet food for more than a month.This is a piece of chocolate made of high-quality cocoa powder, and it comes from Switzerland. As soon as Ma Linglong smells it, she knows that she really needs it.

"Then you have to promise me that you will go to bed after eating candy, huh?"

Ma Linglong nodded again, she is now happy to cooperate with Stark in acting.

"Yes, good girl, I like you more and more." Stark poured a thumb-sized brown chocolate ball into the palm of his hand, shook it in front of his nose, and then said with a reluctant expression, "Aren't you going to leave me a mouthful, how about one and half of us?"

Ma Linglong replied without thinking, "No."

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