Chapter 22 Injured

"Brother Song! No matter what the situation is, you still want to tease me." Liang Pin sniffed his nose and pouted.

A Lansong touched Liang Pin's head with the back of his hand, pursed his thin lips and sighed.

"Little thing is still a little crybaby."

"No, it's not." Liang Pin sniffed.

"Okay, no. Next we have to find a way to start a fire quickly, otherwise this night will be difficult." Aramisong chuckled.

Indeed, it is late autumn now, and there is still some sunshine and warmth during the day, but the temperature difference between day and night is large, especially since this is a cave, and it may be colder at night.

But after the thrilling experience just now, Liang Pin's legs and feet were a little weak, and he couldn't get up for a while. He could only slowly support his body with both hands, and tremblingly helped Alan Song to sit aside.

"Brother Song, you're injured, take a rest first, I'll think of a solution." Liang Pin clapped his hands, stamped his feet, and tightened his weak muscles.

"Okay." Alansong was indeed a little tired. After the rapid brain waves and extreme physical exercise just now, he could finally relax completely. Alansong felt that his arms seemed to have no strength at all and he couldn't even lift them. So he leaned against the stone wall to rest, pursed his thin lips, and followed Liang Pin's movements with his eyes.

Liang Pin was seen observing the scene around him. There were unrepaired rock layers all around, with some scattered branches on the ground. The cave looked bottomless, making people dare not go in easily, for fear that there might be some snake, rat, or monster hiding inside.

Liang Pin carefully walked to the edge of the cave and pulled off some dry vines to use as fuel for the fire. He collected as many branches as he could see in the cave, selected the most suitable and hardest branch, held it in his hand, and drilled hard into a thick withered vine on the ground.

Liang Pin held the drilling tool tightly in his hand and began to move his arms quickly and powerfully.

"Little guy, you need something to start a fire with wood. I have some toilet paper in my pocket, come and get it from me." Alansong pursed his lips and said.

"Then we can light the fire faster!" Liang Pin responded to Alan Song's words, then happily put down the drilling tools in his hands and ran to Alan Song to get the toilet paper.

"How cute." the man thought.

The man deliberately did not tell Liang Pin which pocket the toilet paper was in. Instead, when Liang Pin was looking for something in his right pocket, he quietly opened the left side of his clothes slightly, and then suddenly wrapped Liang Pin in it.

"Brother Song!"

"Don't move." The man paused and said again.

"Listen."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of a rapid and powerful heartbeat came from the man's solid chest to Liang Pin's ears. The air around him seemed to have stopped flowing. The man's heartbeat was like dense raindrops, one after another, as if telling of the deep emotions hidden in his daily life.

Liang Pin's heart was beating violently involuntarily, and he bit his lower lip subconsciously out of nervousness.

Apart from the day they expressed their feelings, when they got so close due to an accidental fall, they were more restrained and serious afterwards, holding hands and getting a little close would make their hearts beat wildly.

"Brother Song, your... heartbeat is so fast."

The man raised his lips slightly, lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Look up and let me see, there seems to be something at the corner of your mouth."

Liang Pin obediently raised his flushed cheeks, but unexpectedly, the man suddenly came closer and helped Liang Pin wipe off the unfounded thing in his own way.

Liang Pin's eyes widened, his mind went blank. He didn't expect Alan Song to do this so suddenly at this time. The man's manner was soft and hot, gentle and overbearing, with a bit of urgency, as if he wanted to swallow up all of Liang Pin's consciousness and breathing.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. Liang Pin felt a little empty, like a kite flying in the vast field. He didn't even react when the man stopped. He just raised his head blankly and looked at the strong and domineering man in front of him.

So cute.

Alan Song looked at Liang Pin who was stunned in front of him and couldn't help but sigh, how could there be someone whose every move was exactly in line with his wishes?

"What are you thinking about?" Aranematsu asked with a clear and magnetic voice.

Liang Pin finally came to his senses, patted Alan Song lightly with shame and anger, and said, "What are you doing! Brother Song, I'm not even angry yet."

The man looked at the angry Liang Pin and chuckled, "I couldn't help it."

...

After a long time, Liang Pin took the toilet paper from the man's inner pocket, then ran back to the drilling tools and put the toilet paper on the dry vine. He moved his arms, continued to pick up branches, and began to exert force rhythmically.

"!Brother Badsong, I will drill, I will drill, I will drill and drill." Liang Pin muttered in a low voice to cheer himself up.

So cute! Alansong couldn't help but sigh again in his heart as he looked at Liang Pin not far away.

Liang Pin began to rub it with great concentration. After a while, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. As Liang Pin's body stopped shaking, the sweat rolled down like beads with broken strings and dripped onto the dry vines.

Once, twice... finally, after countless frictions under Liang Pin, the originally temperatureless contact point between the branch and the vine gradually became warm, and a very faint, almost imperceptible smoke finally rose from the gap between the toilet paper and the vine.

"Brother Song! Fire, fire! I'm so awesome." Liang Pin couldn't help but exclaimed.

A Lansong's eyes curved slightly, and he gently stretched out his hand to signal Liang Pin to come over.

Liang Pin picked up the fire and placed it in a sheltered place near Alan Song. After lighting the fire, he sat down next to Alan Song.

"Brother Song."

"Um?"

"Let me see how your hand is." Liang Pin, who had finished his work, had not yet forgotten what had just happened. His nose was sore, and he thought of the man holding him and sliding down for dozens of meters while holding the vine. His voice was a little choked, and he forcefully pulled Alan Song's hand to check the injury.

Perhaps with Alan Song's skills, he could suffer fewer injuries, or even no injuries at all, if he didn't bring himself along.

"I'm fine. You should let me see your hand. I've been drilling for so long." A Lansong said this, but he still couldn't persuade Liang Pin, so he had to watch Liang Pin take his hand away for inspection.

The man's hands were covered with crisscross wounds and blood. There was an obvious deep and ugly crack on the palm and fingertips. The red flesh of the wound was turned outward and blood was constantly oozing out. If you look closely, you can even see broken rock leaves at the wound.

"You call this nothing? Brother Song!" Liang Pin shouted anxiously.

Only then did Liang Pin notice that the man's lips had turned slightly pale, and there was less blood in his aura.

"Stop the bleeding quickly!" Liang Pin hurriedly searched around for something that could stop the bleeding.

"It's okay, just let me hug you and I'll be fine." Alan Song said with a slight smile on his face. His slightly pale face could not hide the handsome and cold face of the man, but instead added a touch of cold beauty.

"Stop making trouble, Brother Song! It's so serious." Liang Pin shouted worriedly, and hurriedly got up to look for something nearby, hoping to find some hemostatic herbs or something.

But there were only dead leaves, branches and some insects in the cave. What was the use of it? Where could any herbs grow in the cave? Liang Pin was spinning around like a headless fly, looking anxious.

The man seemed to have found something new to enjoy. For no reason, he liked seeing Liang Pin anxious about himself. He was like an ant on a hot pot, so adorable.

Seeing that Liang Pin was finally so anxious that tears welled up in his eyes, the man finally spoke with mercy.

"Find some regular and smooth stones, heat them red, and use them to brand the wound."

"Yes, yes, it's branding. It can stop bleeding and prevent wound infection. Why didn't I think of it? Stones, stones." Liang Pin finally had a goal. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and soon brought stones of various sizes and placed them next to the fire.

Liang Pin took a deep breath, lowered his head slightly, stared at Alan Song with tears in his eyes, and said aggrievedly.

"You've already figured out a solution, but you didn't tell me."

Alan Song was amused by Liang Pin's expression. He opened his thin lips slightly, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, and quickly begged for mercy: "Please spare me because I'm injured."

Liang Pin raised his arms and wiped away the tears from his eyes again. He ignored Brother Song and concentrated on burning the stones. Looking at these slightly red stones, he suddenly had an idea and asked as he remembered something.

"Brother Song, would it be better if the wound was branded with a dagger?"

"Sure, but we don't."

"Yeah...I do."

"Huh?" Now it was Aranematsu's turn to be shocked. He asked with his eyes slightly widened.

"You still carry a dagger with you?"

"Hehe...self-defense weapons, a habit I developed since childhood." Liang Pin sniffed and said with a heavy nasal voice.

"Why do you have such a habit?" Alan Song frowned slightly, and there was a hint of heartache in his clear voice.

"Hmm..." Liang Pin answered absentmindedly. He didn't hear what the man asked. All he could think about was the man's horrific wounds. He needed to stop the bleeding quickly.

When the last wound on Alan Song was finally healed, Liang Pin's heart finally sank into his stomach. Looking at Alan Song with pale lips, Liang Pin felt a little distressed.

"Brother Song, I always thought that you didn't care about me at all, and you just teased me occasionally when you were in a good mood."

After all, apart from being close to me when you kidnapped me at the beginning, you never crossed the line again.

A Lansong couldn't help laughing when he heard Liang Pin's words. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Liang Pin continue to cry loudly.

"Wuwuwu, I didn't expect that even at such a critical moment, Brother Song, you didn't let me go. Now I believe that you really love me, wuwuwuwu."

"Little crybaby, you cry so much." Alan Song smiled and hugged Liang Pin who was crying beside him, and patted him gently with the back of his hand to silently comfort him.

.....

The night slowly gave way to the sunset, and Liang Pin had calmed down. He stayed in Alan Song's arms, feeling a little embarrassed, but reluctant to leave, so he continued to stay there with a clear conscience.

It's legal anyway!

Aransong was pondering deeply in the dark night, who on earth wanted to kill me?

The man's first reaction was Wei Yijue. After all, no matter what, when the company went public, it was strange for him to be a translator named Vergil. Could it be a coincidence? However, Liang Pin and I were together. According to Liang Pin's description, they had such a deep relationship. You couldn't just think of getting rid of them together?

Impossible, a man's sixth sense can tell that Wei Yijue must have different thoughts about Liang Pin, it can't be him. But who else could it be? He just opened a business, so there wouldn't be a business rival who would wish him dead, right?

Alan Song was puzzled and couldn't think of a candidate. Looking at Liang Pin in his arms, he asked absentmindedly.

"Little thing, who do you think they are?"

......

Who was it? Liang Pin saw that the driver of the silver-white car that hit him really looked like one of Brother Wei's men, but he was not sure, but he was always uneasy.

"Maybe it's some terrorist who doesn't like Brother Song," Liang Pin made up an excuse.

In fact, he was reluctant to believe that Brother Wei, with whom he grew up, was a bad person, nor did he want Brother Wei and Brother Song to be on opposite sides. He would rather believe that he was wrong than to speak out about it.

Suddenly, Liang Pin remembered what Brother Song said when they had a dispute over Brother Wei's matter before, 'You know nothing. Do you know the existence of the mysterious family?'

Maybe, Brother Song wasn't just talking nonsense. Could it be that Brother Wei really had something that he didn't know?

"Brother Song..., can you tell me about the mysterious family and what it has to do with Brother Wei..." Liang Pin swallowed, sat up straight, and asked with determination.

Liang Pin really wanted to know whether Brother Wei really had some other identity that he didn't know about, and whether he was really doing evil.