Fierce wife and sister-in-law

Meng He was anxious. He knew that Tian Rong was a domineering and fierce woman, but he didn't expect that this woman could be so inhumane.

Not only did she sprinkle the liquor she brought on his wounds, but before his screams could dissipate, the white powder had already been sprinkled on his thighs like snowflakes.

Suddenly, another scream came.

pat...

Tian Rong went up and wrapped the cloth tightly. Meng He's screams seemed to have never existed in her ears.

Meng He woke Tian Rong up from his coma, but something even more terrifying happened next.

Tian Rong looked at the wounds on his face, and suddenly she raised her head and took a big gulp of wine in her mouth.

"You, you, you, what are you going to do, ah..."

Meng He screamed again, and then he passed out again.

Tian Rong took advantage of the smell of alcohol to linger on Meng He's face, and hurriedly applied white powder to his wound.

This routine was carried out again on Meng He's injured left hand. Meng He was basically dead at this time.

After taking a look at Meng He who had stopped, Tian Rong turned around and took out the wolf thighs that he had put in a basket, which already had some flavor, and roasted them on the fire.

But Tian Rong soon thought of something and hurriedly came over to pick up Meng He's basket and rummaged through it.

I actually found a few cornmeal pancakes and a few pickle dumplings.

Compared with the wolf meat that has a slight taste and is not very delicious, Tian Rong prefers to eat something that these people can accept.

After eating, Tian Rong was not idle. Instead, he opened his dozen wolf skins and used a knife to repair the remaining grease on each one one by one.

After repairing, start kneading it with the soil on the ground to dry it as quickly as possible.

After finishing tidying up, he spread a bed on the ground, placed Meng He on it, and spread a bed himself, so the two of them could rest.

But in the middle of the night, Tian Rong was still woken up by waves of moans.

She touched it in the darkness. Meng He, who was hunched over the wolf's skin, had a high fever, which looked like it was over forty degrees.

Meng He's teeth were chattering, he was so confused from the fever that he even started talking nonsense.

"Xuemei, don't leave, don't leave. I will definitely build you a big house. Please, don't leave. I will give you whatever you want, even my life. Don't leave. Xuemei, Xuemei..."

"It's ridiculous for ordinary people to think about women at this time when their own lives are at risk."

Tian Rong thought for a moment and picked up Meng He's bamboo tube containing wine.

She opened the cork of the bottle and took a big mouthful. This time she did not spray it on Meng He's face, but sprayed it on her hand, and then began to rub it on Meng He's face.

After rubbing his head, Tian Rong rubbed wine under his armpits, the back of his neck, and the palms of his hands for a while.

Then he turned around and took a few more wolf skins to cover Meng He's body.

Looking at Meng He's rickety and trembling body, Tian Rong felt that this was all he could do. Whether he could survive the night was entirely up to him.

Just as Tian Rong was about to get up and go back to rest, Meng He grabbed her hand in the dark.

"Don't go..."

Tian Rong was a little disgusted and wanted to throw away his hand, but Meng He's big hand was surprisingly strong, and she held on tightly and refused to let go.

"Xuemei, don't go, don't leave me. I can't live without you. Don't leave me. I really like you. I promise you, I will definitely catch the bear. I will make a lot of money and build a big house for you. I’ll buy you new clothes and jewelry, don’t leave, as long as you don’t leave me, I’ll give you whatever you want.”

"Qingzhong, let go."

With a release, Tian Rong finally broke free from Meng He's hand, stood up and returned to her wolfskin.

She was really tired after carrying the wolf skin for a day, so she fell asleep within a minute of lying down.

It wasn't until she was awakened by a refreshing aroma that she suddenly opened her eyes.

"What's the smell? It smells so good?"

As a result, when they got together, they saw Meng He roasting something on the campfire.

"Are you awake? The pheasant is roasted. Eat it quickly."

"It seems that you have survived. It's good." Tian Rong was not polite and directly took the big chicken leg handed over by Meng He and immediately started to gnaw on it.

"Thank you, thank you for last night."

"This is your thank you for me."

Tian Rong raised the big chicken leg in his hand and continued to eat.

"Although you saved my life, our bet remains and I will not give up."

"This is good,"

Tian Rong showed no surprise, but it made Meng He once again see the difference in Tian Rong.

He looked at Tian Rong with some confusion for a while and asked,

"Why don't you ask me why I have to fight for this mountain with you?"

"What's the point of asking? There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. If you put it on me, I will do the same."

Tian Rong threw the cleanly eaten chicken thighs out and looked at the pheasant roasting on the fire.

"Give me another piece, this thing tastes better."

Meng He looked at this arrogant woman and was not stingy. He broke off another chicken leg and handed it over.

"If you were a man, I think I would kill you."

After Meng He handed over the chicken legs, he looked at Tian Rong bitterly.

But Tian Rong still munched on the chicken legs and didn't take Meng He's words to heart at all.

"I would think so too,"

With that said, Tian Rong stood up very satisfied after finishing another chicken thigh in several big mouthfuls.

"Don't underestimate women, you will regret it. It's getting late, it's time to set off."

Tian Rong quickly packed up the wolf skin that had been spread out on the floor last night. When she was tying it up and about to carry it on her shoulders, Meng He took it over.

"give me."

"What, do you want to repay the favor?"

"I don't want to owe you anything."

"Of course, this is your right."

Tian Rong was not polite and gave it directly to Meng He.

Meng He put the wolf skin, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, on his back with all his strength. Tian Rong naturally picked up his basket, and the two of them started walking towards home.

"Do you want to take these things directly to the town and sell them?"

"Can this thing be sold for money?"

Tian Rong really hadn't thought about it that way. She thought it would be good to take it back and use it as a quilt in winter.

"The pawn shops in town collect these things. If you go there, don't mention me. I have no such friendship with you."

"Oh, thanks."

This stubborn man was originally trying to help him, but it was childish for him to say such things.

"Oh, you may need to find a little doctor to treat your face. I know he has a medicine that can prevent scars on your injured face.

Of course, you can mention me, but mentioning me is actually of no use. "

Of course Meng He understood what Tian Rong said. She was already older than Wang Xuemei, and her face was still covered with wrinkles. If she got scars this time, she would dislike herself even more.

But Meng He did not say thank you, but remained silent for a long time, and finally asked the words he had been holding in his heart.

"Did you really kill those dozen wolves?"