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"Hiss …" A gasp sounded in his ears.

He finally let go of her and squatted down.

He had never thought that there would come a day where he would be injured in order to save a woman, but the moment he decided to save her, he did not even hesitate for a moment. Even though he knew that the snake was harmless.

She dropped her backpack and seemed to make up her mind.

Even though Wen Liang had never expected that he would be targeted by a gun today, he had never expected that his negligence would lead to the death of someone. Even if there was a one in a million chance, she didn't want anyone else to die because of her negligence.

Thus, she had to give it a try.

She took out a bottle of mineral water from her backpack and poured it on the man's ankle. She then took a deep breath to give herself a psychological hint, then closed her eyes and lowered her head as if she was facing death …

Then, his forehead hit the man's thick palm.

"Wang Jinniao is a kind of venomous snake. Its body is huge and ferocious, but... "No poison." He held her head in one hand, refusing to let her mouth touch her ankle, explaining with a calm self-control.

Wen Liang: "....."

Actually, at this moment, she wanted to kill him!

He was so angry that he was incoherent and cold. He pointed at the man's nose and said at the end, "You … Why didn't you say so earlier! "

"Although there is no concept of a venomous snake, a non-neurogenic or blood-type venom is not enough to threaten one's life, but because of the bacterial and toxic nature of the teeth and saliva, the bitten parts of the venomous snake will become swollen. So, use the things in the medicine bag to disinfect me first. " He spoke calmly, his hand hanging by his side. Although he was still holding the gun in his hand, he did not have any intention of forcing Wen Liang to do so.

No matter what, Ye Xiao was now her savior.

Wen Liang took out the disinfectant and carefully sterilized his ankle.

"What's your name?" he asked her suddenly.

Because he was very focused, Wen Liang almost blurted out his name. When he realized that her identity was unknown, who knew what intentions he had in asking for her name, it was naturally impossible for Wen Liang to say his name.

However, at that time, he had only thought of two familiar words, so he simply said, "Patriotism." My name is patriotism, because my mother is very patriotic, my father is also patriotic, so I am patriotic. My surname is Zhao, Zhao Aiguo, you can just call me Aiguo. "

Hmm, her surname is Liu!

"..." The man looked at Wen Liang with an expression that said "I believe that I have a problem with my intelligence".

In order to prove the authenticity of his name, Wen Liang stared at the man with a serious expression. "This name was given to me by my parents. Although I also find it unpleasant, they were the ones who gave me birth and raised me. It was a nasty name, but they gave it to me. Actually, my friends all call me Xiao Ai. "

Sure enough, she could lie at times without even needing to draw a draft.

In the end, he didn't know whether the man believed it or not. In short, he ignored Wen Liang.

After helping him with the most basic disinfectant care, Wen Liang began to inquire about the situation on this deserted island. She handed him a bottle of mineral water and told him to drink some water.

Although she really wanted to ask who this person was, she was smart enough not to open her mouth. The less you know, the safer you'll be.

Sitting by the side of the man, Wen Liang cast a sidelong glance at him as if he was a friend of his. He casually asked, "Did you save me because you knew the snake wasn't poisonous?"

The man was still naked, but Wen Liang felt that his eyes were somewhat stinging. Thus, he took off his black coat and placed it in front of the man.

She could see the disdain in the man's eyes, but Wen Liang didn't want to see a moving piece of meat, so she frowned at the man's blue-green eyes and said, "You're not going to shoot just because I put on a coat for you, are you?"

In the end, the man didn't say anything. Of course, he also didn't answer Wen Liang's first question.

"Will Kleist come back to save you?" she asked him expectantly.

He had thought that the old man wouldn't answer his question, but to his surprise, he replied, "I don't know."

The oversized overcoat, draped over the man's shoulders, still looked too small. His deep eyes were observing his surroundings.

Wen Liang said, "This should be an island devoid of people. Although the snakes we encountered just now weren't poisonous, but …" There might be other creatures as well. How many bullets do you have left? "

"I'll leave it for you." "No," he said.

With a face uglier than crying, Wen Liang turned around and stopped talking to him.

The two of them remained silent for more than ten minutes.

Suddenly, the roar of an unknown animal came from the forest. Wen Liang turned around almost reflexively, wanting to see if the man behind her was still there.

As for him, he leaned against a large tree, gently closing his eyes. It was as if he was dozing off, but also really did seem to be sleeping.

Wen Liang waved his hand in front of the man, but the man didn't move at all.

She turned her head and looked at the gun in the man's slender and powerful fingers. She nervously swallowed, and then, she gently, slowly, approached …

Holding his breath, Wen Liang tried to lighten his movements as much as possible. It was with great difficulty that he touched the pitch-black, shiny spear. The man's fingers were clamped tightly together.

Wen Liang carefully stretched out his thumb and ten fingers and tried to break the man's thumb. The moment she touched the man's fingertip, she turned her head to glance at him guiltily, afraid that he would wake up. Only when she saw that his eyes were still closed did she relax and exert some strength.

From the looks of it, the man had really fallen asleep. She finally managed to pry open the man's thumb.

She turned around to check on the man leaning against the tree and confirmed that he had not opened his eyes. She quickly turned her head back to break his index finger, as long as she could pry open his index finger and get the gun and point it at his head, she would have a chance of survival.

Thinking of this, Wen Liang could not help but tremble in fear.

Finally, after much effort, she managed to pry open his fingers. Her warm face revealed an expression of joy as she stretched out her hand to grab the gun. However, just as his fingertips touched the black gun, the man suddenly grabbed the gun in his hand. Then, he exerted force with his hand and directly strangled her neck.

The man's arm tightened. The warmth from squatting on the ground immediately caused him to sit down on the leaf-covered ground. Following the man's strength, he leaned behind him and fell into the man's embrace.

He felt that he did not need to use a gun to strangle himself to death with one arm. It was difficult for Wen Liang to breathe. He used his hand to slap the man's arm, yet he could not lower his head to bite him even if he wanted to …

His legs kept jumping up and down, but he couldn't kick the man behind him no matter what. There weren't any usable weapons around, so she thought she was going to be suffocated by him like this. She used all her strength and grabbed onto the man's hair. She held back her red face and pulled with all her might.

He felt that this woman was about to tear off his scalp …

The man took the gun in his other hand and pointed it at the cool head. "Let go!"

"You first... "Relax!" Wen Liang's face turned red and he squeezed out a few words from his throat. He felt like he was going to suffocate. Where did a wounded man get so much strength from?

With the muzzle of the gun already pressed against his head, Wen Liang had no choice but to let go of the man's hair. The gun had already pressed against his head, Wen Liang had no choice but to let go of the man's hair.

Her fist wasn't big, but because she had changed it for him, she accurately punched the man's wound.

He felt pain and released the woman in his arms.

Wen Liang threw himself onto the ground and inhaled deeply. He felt that his face must be purple by now. She crawled forward a few steps in fear.

Then, he turned his head back to look at the man he had injured. There was blood coming out of the white gauze again. It was red, and very horrifying.

The man was pale and sweat beaded his forehead. He raised his gun, pointed it at Wen Liang, and pulled the trigger …