Chapter 291: Mo Jingshen Noticed the Lightness and Softness on His Legs...

Ajibu was about to twitch his fingers when Ji Nuan saw that there was no one else in the wooden house, not even the old woman who had been protecting her before.

I thought that this time it might really be dead, but fortunately, Mo Jingshen was not dragged down.

She felt a chill in her heart and closed her eyes slowly, but the sweat overflowing from her nose clearly showed her fear and nervousness, which was not an instinctive reflection of a well-trained informant or base personnel.

Ajib glanced at her hesitantly again, but this kind of person still couldn't stay. He was about to kill him first when suddenly Dali ran in from outside.

Dali didn't know what he was saying, but he seemed to be in a hurry.

Ajibu paused when he held the gun, took his eyes back from Dali, then looked at Ji Nuan coldly, and said in English: "Control is our 'invited' guest, he has been four years old. Without food or drink, no matter how strong the mind and body are, no matter how strong the mind and body are, people have fallen and will die at any time.”

Ji Nuan still looked at him blankly, as if he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing that she was always so frightened and stupid, Ajibu suddenly put away the gun with an impatient face, turned around and said a few words to Dali in Cambodian, and then left.

Ji Nuan's heart was beating all the time, and she didn't expect that she would escape from death. The reason for her escape was that Mo Jingshen hadn't eaten or drank for four days. It was he who fell down and put Ajibu on her. A part of the attention was removed.

Ajib said that Mo Jingshen has fallen down now.

What does down mean?

Are you fainting yet?

Is something wrong? !

Ji Nuan didn't dare to put worry on his face, but looked at Dali standing in the room with a look of fear, and Dali motioned her to get out of bed and go with him with his eyes.

Ji Nuan bit her lower lip and pointed to her hand still wrapped in gauze, meaning that she could no longer deliver meals or do anything like this.

Dali kicked impatiently on the wooden bed under her. Knowing that she was dumb and couldn't hear anything, he murmured a few words and urged her to go with him impatiently.

Ji Nuan had to get out of bed with a timid expression on his face, and followed behind him with his neck shrunk in fear of death.

Dali took her to the wooden house where Mo Jingshen was surrounded by layers. Ji Nuan was a little worried that the order given by Ajib last night was still going to be implemented, and was thinking about how to continue to avoid this kind of death. Suddenly, Ajibu motioned her to go to the stone table over there and bring the bowl of water into it.

Ji Nuan looked at him inexplicably, Ajibu pointed to the water, and then pointed to the wooden house where Mo Jingshen lived. The meaning was obvious, to let her go in and deliver water.

No food, but water instead? What's the meaning?

The door of the wooden house was open at the moment. She remembered that she saw that Mo Jingshen didn't have any binding marks on his body before, but he didn't come out. Could it be that he really passed out?

Ji Nuan slowly moved to the door of the wooden house and glanced in.

Seeing Mo Jingshen's tall and straight figure sitting against the wooden wall by the window of the wooden house, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and his lips were a little chapped and white. He was obviously dehydrated and was in a semi-conscious state. He didn't lie down. , but insisted on sitting there, resting with eyes closed.

It turned out that their purpose was to let her go in and feed Mo Jingshen water.

Ji Nuan glanced at it, then turned to the bowl of water on the rough stone table outside, walked over, and held up the water bowl under Dali's cold stare.

She didn't know whether Mo Jingshen had been refusing to eat their food and water because he was worried that they would be poisoned, or was just resisting, but now she was even more unsure whether there was any poison in the bowl of water.

Ji Nuan walked towards the wooden house with the bowl in hand, but suddenly it seemed that she was not holding the bowl firmly, so that some water in the bowl spilled out, all of which splashed on the back of her hand that was scalded last night. The water spilled out instantly.

Seeing her clumsy appearance, Dali was about to go over and kick her, and even wanted to take out a gun and shoot her.

But I remember Ajib explained that Control completely rejected everyone here, but this captured woman was not theirs. And women are more careful than men like them. Now let her take care of Control, let her find a way to feed him, find a way to let him eat, and save his life.

Otherwise, if Control really dies like this, let alone those secrets that haven't been obtained, if he dies, the trump card in their hands that is enough to threaten the XI base and the American police will not exist.

Must keep him alive!

Dali held back his temper, and after scolding, asked Ji Nuan to come back with another bowl of water.

Ji Nuan stood up tremblingly, nodded to him again and again, then trotted to the artificially dug well near the cooking tent to get a bowl of clean water, and then held it carefully.

Dali stared at her and warned her not to linger, and told her to go in and feed water quickly.

But after she went in, Dali and a few people guarded the door and the window, staring at the situation inside, and kept looking at the expressions of Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen, and would not miss any suspicious clues.

Ji Nuan walked in and walked quickly to Mo Jingshen, trying to make the trembling in her raised hand a little smaller, but her trembling would not be regarded as excitement and nervousness by them, they would only think she was afraid Fear.

She carefully brought the water to Mo Jingshen's cracked mouth. Even if the man didn't eat, drink, wash or sleep for four days, his breath was much thinner than usual, but his breath was still warm when brushed by her hand. , clear and cool, unique to Mo Jingshen's breath.

Ji Nuan held up the bowl and tentatively fed him the water, but the man's lips were closed, although they were not tightly closed, they couldn't feed him if they were so gently closed.

She couldn't do anything, she couldn't speak, she could only pat his shoulder lightly with her hand.

Mo Jingshen's pale and handsome eyebrows frowned, he didn't open his eyes, he just felt the water bowl beside his mouth, and turned his head away.

Ji Nuan was really in a hurry this time, he pressed the bowl to his mouth with force, and it was useless to pat his hand on his shoulder, so he had to raise his hand and pat him on the face.

In normal times, Mo Jingshen would definitely smell the familiar breath on her body, and he would definitely be aware of who she was.

But after four or five consecutive days of torment and torture, even if his sense of smell did not fail, he might not be so sensitive in his current state of lack of water and weakness.

Seeing that he never opened his eyes or opened his mouth, Ji Nuan simply pressed his outstretched leg hard, and then sat down on his lap with a hard butt.

Finally, Mo Jingshen noticed the lightness and softness on his legs, frowned, and slowly opened his black eyes.