Since he wanted to stay, Qibao didn't say much, he took out a dagger from his bosom, cut the clothes on his arm, and tore it off slowly, exposing his strong and dark arm to the air.

The blood slowly dripped to the ground along the lines of the muscles on the arm.

Although nearly half an hour had passed, such continuous dripping, no matter how strong a person was, would not be able to bear it. At this moment, Qibao's brain was a little dizzy, and the wound had to be treated as soon as possible.

Sweat dripped down Qibao's forehead and cheeks onto his sweat-soaked clothes.

Qibao didn't say a word, took a wooden stick on one side, bit it directly, and roasted the dagger on the fire for a while, the knife edge slowly approached the wound on his arm, closed his eyes and bit his teeth, the sharp tip of the dagger, Pierced into the bloody living flesh!

"Ah..." Alan stood aside, looking terrified, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, biting his lips until his teeth turned white.

How painful this must be, if I am afraid...

The edge of the knife slowly rotated along the outline of the bullet in the flesh, every time the blade moved a little, Qibao's whole body twitched, his widened eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, sweat was pouring down, and the mouth that was biting the wooden stick was spitting. A low moan.

Wanting to dissuade him, but looking at Qibao's appearance, Alan dared not speak. He could only watch helplessly as the sharp edge of the knife moved with difficulty in Qibao's flesh and blood, and the blood seeped out again along the cut wound.

tick, tick...

The edge of the knife circled in the flesh, Qibao passed the knife towards Alan, and Alan took it hastily, Qibao's two fingers groped in the flesh, his nails caught the tail of the bullet, he collected himself, and pulled it out suddenly!

"Ah!" The wooden stick in his mouth rolled to the ground, and the last sound was vented, and all the strength he had held back was exhausted.

Bang!

The bloody bullet rolled to the side, Qibao closed his eyes and panted heavily, it seemed that he hadn't recovered from the pain yet, his arms were limp, and he slumped, redness gushed out from the wound Out, the whole arm was dyed red.

"Alan, there is a red-headed medicine bottle in that crypt, help me get it..." Breathing gradually calmed down, Qibao sat up straight with difficulty, and nodded to Alan, "That's medicine, it can stop bleeding."

Hearing Qibao's words, Alan hurriedly got up and ran into the cave. After a while, the things were taken out. Alan opened the stopper, carefully raised Qibao's injured arm with the other hand, and moved towards the medicine bottle.

"Ah..." Qibao couldn't help but let out a low moan the moment the medicine powder penetrated into his skin, and seeing Alan's nervous gaze, he shook his head, "It's nothing, you can continue, and then help me bandage it up. "

Without the gauze, Alan tore off one side of her skirt again, tightly wrapped the wound on Qibao's hand, raised her head, and watched Qibao's face gradually turn red from pale, and she felt relieved.

"Bullets are really powerful," Qibao's voice was panting, "This thing is probably deadly, and the human being was so close to me just now, if I hadn't jumped on it and it hadn't stopped, the bullet would be deadly." It would have killed me long ago."

Thinking of the danger just now, Alan still had lingering fears, "I was really scared to death just now."

"It's over anyway." Qibao is a man after all, and he replied much faster. He stood up straight with great effort, moved his shins, and turned his head to face Alan with a naive smile. "Look, my life is tough." Well, bullets can't kill them."

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