"Mountain bandit?"

Rong Ke sank and said, "Miss worry free, can you recall the clothes of those mountain bandits, or the more recognizable features of a mountain bandit?"

He asked.

How can Ji Wuyou answer.

Almost six years have passed since she died in her last life. She can't even remember the color of their clothes, let alone the more recognizable features.

"It's getting dark, and I don't see it clearly." Ji Wuyou said perfunctorily.

If there were mountain bandits between the eighth station area and the ninth theater area, the sixth establishment could not have found nothing for so long, and could not get any news. Therefore, it is most likely that those are not ordinary mountain bandits.

Rong Keshen didn't guess and Ji Wuyou said that a 17-year-old girl just escaped from the tiger's mouth, fell off the cliff and picked up a life. There's no need to know too much.

He put her on the grass not far from the big army. Due to his different identity, he was very particular about holding Ji Wuyou, and there was no skin contact at all.

"Miss worry free, don't think about the mountain bandits. Sit here first and I'll get the medicine. You're injured and have to take antibiotics. I'll see if there's any bandage. Your wound needs dressing."

Ji Wuyou nodded.

Rong Keshen, whether in his last life or in this life, is as expressionless as ever, following Rong Shen.

The cloth soldiers around seemed to be curious about the woman who suddenly joined them. Everyone's eyes explored, but none dared to come up close. Jiang Kun didn't understand why they took such a risk for a woman of unknown origin and sat silent.

Rong Keshen went to get the medicine box and left her alone.

So that she could take advantage of the sunset light to seriously look at her green military uniform. She was sitting on a stone and drinking water. A bead of water from the corner of his mouth slipped from his throat. It was tempting.

His leather boots were stained with the mud, and his face was a little dusty, but he didn't feel any discomfort. He was different from that refreshing and clean capacity all his life.

Or it can be said that he still pays great attention to clean clothes, but it can also be separated and combined.

Ji Wuyou's eyes were noticed by Rong Shenxing. He put down the kettle, and his Obsidian eyes drooped slightly. He looked over along her line of sight and looked at each other through the glow.

This eye, through two lives.

Ji Wuyou is still a little floating now. Unexpectedly, God is so compassionate that she can have a chance to do it again.

Rong Shenxing took back his sight, got up and stopped Rong Keshen who took the medicine box and folded it back. He said in a deep voice, "give me the medicine box, I'll come."

"Er, Mr. Rong, are you sure?"

"Yes."

With a suspicious look on his face, Rong Ke handed him the medicine box and took another look at Ji Wuyou sitting on the grass. Can Rong ye touch Miss Wuyou?

Didn't he not touch any women?

Ji Wuyou wants to laugh, although she can't move now. If she's right, Rong Shenxing, are you going to come and give her medicine yourself?

Her third uncle is really her third uncle. Although he forgot about his last life, he still cares about her like that.

She waited happily for Rong Shenxing to come and wipe her medicine. Suddenly, she felt that it was no big deal that she fell into the stream and her life was on the line.

As long as we can be together, everything else is not important.

Suddenly, Ji Wuyou's dream was completely interrupted by a harsh sound in his mind.

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