"You're injured." Mo Jing looked at the bite mark on Ling Moyuan's arm. There was a snake lying under a tree not far away, not moving at all, whether Ling Moyuan had killed it or knocked it unconscious.

Ling Moyuan pulled up the clothes on his arm and glanced at the wound. He knew it was from a venomous snake, but he didn't care at all. Treating this kind of ordinary snake venom was a piece of cake for him.

As an internationally renowned detective, he often helps various countries capture fugitives and has seen all kinds of injuries.

Just as I was about to tear off my clothes to deal with them, a slender hand moved faster.

Mo Jing reached out and tore a strip of cloth from the hem of Ling Moyuan's expensive black shirt. She tied the cloth strip ten centimeters above the wound and tied it tightly.

He then took out his knife and pried open the slightly swollen wound, squeezing out the poisonous blood. Black blood with a slightly foul odor slowly flowed down his arm, dripping onto the grass along his fingers.

Mo Jing carefully and meticulously squeezed out the blood until she thought she had squeezed out most of the poisonous blood. Then she pulled Ling Moyuan to the stream and cleaned the edges of the wound.

Her long hair slid down with her movements, the ends touching the stream.

Ling Moyuan didn't say a word from beginning to end. His cold and indifferent face was bathed in a soft light under the moonlight, making it seem a little indistinct.

"I'll go find you some herbs. Stay here and don't move," Mo Jing said before leaving, carrying a small flashlight outside.

Ling Moyuan frowned slightly; the wound on his arm itched, but the itch was even more intense in his heart. It felt like someone was scratching at his soul, a very irritating sensation. The spot where Mo Jing had touched him still felt slightly burning. This strange feeling always surfaced whenever he was with Mo Jing. From childhood to adulthood, with his intelligence, very few things had escaped his control, and this feeling of being out of control was incredibly frustrating.

Ling Moyuan decided to stay away from Mo Jing from now on.

Mo Jing didn't go far before finding the herbs. She quickly smashed them with a stone and applied them to the wound. Then, without any hesitation, she tore off another piece of Ling Moyuan's clothes and tied it up.

After two strips of fabric were torn from the originally expensive shirt, Ling Moyuan's bronze skin was finally revealed, and the sexy lines of his skin caught the other's eye.

The two walked silently back the way they had come, the moonlight illuminating the dark, gloomy forest.

A gunshot rang out, shattering the silence of the sky and startling the birds in a grove of trees.

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George stared at the wolf lying on the ground, bleeding, his eyes bloodshot, still gripped by lingering fear.

George still vividly remembered the ferocity of the wolf's attack. If he hadn't acted decisively and fired his gun at it, he would probably be lying there with his neck bitten through.

He originally just wanted to sit here and rest, but he didn't expect that his blood would attract a hungry wolf.

Even an uninjured adult wouldn't dare to confront wolves casually, let alone someone like him who was already injured.

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To be continued!