Chapter 293: Mo Jingshen's Eyes Are Deep, and There Is a Warning in the Thick Black

At night, as usual, it is impossible to avoid delivering meals.

This time Ji Nuan could no longer avoid this disaster by burning his hands. Ajib asked Dali to follow her from morning to night. The only thing Ji Nuan could do was to observe Dali's habits.

Dali would drink some wine every day at noon and at night. He wouldn't drink too much. He wouldn't take a nap or get drunk to give others any chance to escape. Such a cautious and self-disciplined person, no wonder Ajib trusted him so much.

The old woman has helped Ji Nuan to reprocess the gauze on her hand, but it is still an unprofessional dressing method. The scald on the back of Ji Nuan's hand is mixed with the color of herbal gray, which looks even more terrible. Fortunately, the white gauze wrap Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to watch it herself.

As soon as Ji Nuan's figure appeared in Mo Jingshen's wooden house, he saw the man who was sitting by the wall during the day. At this time, he was standing in front of the window with his back against the wooden window sill and glanced coldly. She just walked in the door.

He can still stand up. It seems that the water she forcibly fed him in the morning still had a little effect, at least he was not really completely dehydrated.

Dalí and the group stood outside as usual, watching.

Ji Nuan went in with the wooden tray without a word, took out the two bowls inside, then looked at Mo Jingshen, and told him to eat with his eyes.

Mo Jingshen stood there still, just looking at her.

There was a kind of light black in his pupil color, and the light in his eyes was cold and bright, but when Dali's eyes were fixed on Ji Nuan, Mo Jingshen's eyes were deep, and there was a dangerous warning in the thick black.

Ji Nuan probably understood, he told her to be honest, stop trying to find a way to rescue him here, let alone make any suspicious movements.

He was telling her to protect herself first.

Ji Nuan calmly glanced at the food on the table, picked up the chopsticks and bowl, and walked towards him with them.

Mo Jingshen looked at her without moving.

Ji Nuan was thinking that if she hadn't been caught here before, she might still be waiting for the best time to rescue with Feng Ling and Nan Heng.

Now, since she is already on the verge of death, she is already a grasshopper who is completely on the same rope with him, so her first priority is not to protect herself, but to let him eat.

She persisted for four days. If she stopped eating and drinking like this, her child would have no father.

The moment Ji Nuan approached with the bowl, Mo Jingshen's eyes became colder and colder.

Ji Nuan knew that the two were in a dead end. It was wrong for him to eat or not to eat this meal, but if it was forcibly fed, at least it could be considered another matter. After all, Mo Jingshen's strength should be the enemy now. But she, she really wanted to force-feed, he couldn't stop it, and Dali wouldn't find it strange when he looked at it.

She took a mouthful of rice with chopsticks and put it to his mouth, the man still pursed his lips and stood silent as he did when he drank water in the morning.

Ji Nuan made a few gestures to him again, but the gestures were actually for Dali to see. She was expressing to Mo Jingshen that if he didn't eat, she would be killed, and she folded her hands again. With a pleading attitude, he begged him to eat.

Mo Jingshen looked at her coldly, suddenly sneered, took a chair in the wooden house and sat down. After sitting down, he remained silent the whole time.

In this large room, it seems that an extreme mime is being staged, but there are countless edges hidden in the silence.

Ji Nuan took a bite of the meal by herself, chewed it in her mouth, and then opened her mouth like a real mute, "Ah", as if to tell him that the meal was clean, made by her own hands, and not poisonous.

Mo Jingshen sat down on the wooden chair, raised his hand, and was about to overturn another bowl on the table next to him, but was suddenly caught by a very weak force.

He turned his head to the side, Ji Nuan's scalded hand had already grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, with some force.

His eyes moved up coldly, looking at her.

Ji Nuan moved her lips and carefully guarded the bowl so as not to be knocked over by him. Seeing that this situation was really deadlocked, she heard Dali and the group of people outside as if they were joking in Cambodian.

Every now and then, some sarcastic laughter could be heard.

They have guns in their hands, they have the power to kill and kill here, and they can watch outside as if they are watching a lively event.

However, Ji Nuan and Mo Jingshen had to be on the front line of life and death here, and a little carelessness would be irreversible.

How can I make this scene come true?

How can we logically force a man to soften his heart reasonably so that he can eat?

Ji Nuan suddenly put down the bowl in his hand, and knelt down slowly under Mo Jingshen's extremely light expression.

The man sat on the chair and looked at her kneeling figure suddenly, his quiet black eyes jumped down, but it was only for a moment, he still looked at her expressionlessly, but his hand was on anyone. From an angle that can't be seen, he held the armrest beside the chair, his slender five fingers tightened and his knuckles turned white, but his eyebrows couldn't see the slightest difference in emotion.

Ji Nuan was crying, begging, and kneeling. Dali looked cool outside. Seeing Mo Jingshen, he didn't have any intention of eating. It seemed that the captured woman had nothing to do with him. , he may not even be a Chinese. After all, if he is a compatriot, maybe he can still have some compassion.

In this way, Mo Jingshen is not only perseverance, but also ruthless. Such a beautiful and poor woman can't let him be shaken.

Seeing that he was still unmoved, Dali simply walked in and put the gun directly on Ji Nuan's head. Ji Nuan knelt on the ground and didn't dare to move.

Dali pointed the gun at Ji Nuan's forehead, sneered and said in English: "Mr. Control really refuses to eat? It seems that this woman is really useless, you hate her so much, I ended her directly in front of you, why? Sample?"

Mo Jingshen smiled very lightly, and responded coldly, with a tone of indifference: "Really?"

Dali directly deducted the trigger, his eyes swept across Mo Jingshen's always thin expression, and asked him, "Kill or not?"

Mo Jingshen's eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't look at Ji Nuan again, his expression was cold and expressionless: "Then kill it."

Hearing this, Dali narrowed his eyes.

Ji Nuan knelt stiffly on the ground, the black muzzle was always pointed at her forehead.

She didn't move, Dali didn't move, and the man sitting on the wooden chair didn't even lift his eyelids.

There was a few seconds of dead silence in the room.

Suddenly, the corners of Dali's mouth curved, and he laughed in a low voice, then suddenly put away the gun and put it back on his waist: "Mr. Control really doesn't know how to pity Xiangxiyu, such a white and beautiful woman can't impress you. "

At this moment, Dali suddenly leaned down again, and pinched Ji Nuan's chin with his not very clean fingers: "Useless things, if it wasn't for the fact that my mother-in-law has no strength to help you cook recently, you might not be able to live at all. to this day."