She suddenly felt some sympathy for Yoona Lee, for the fact that she trusted everyone she couldn’t trust and ended up in this saddening situation.


    But Vivian was also secretly d.


    If not for his own quick reaction, I was afraid that Martin’s shot was intended to get rid of himself.


    Unfortunately, he didn’t seed.


    Vivian walked towards Martin, looked at him in his tan sweatshirt and said vaguely, “Put the gun away, I’ll help you with the wound.”


    Martin sat on the ground and leaned against the trunk of a tree, nced at the gun in his hand and smiled helplessly, “Afraid I’lly a hand on you?”


    “It hurts too much to treat the wound, you’re better off clutching this.”


    She handed a wooden stick to Martin, “mainly afraid that you will hurt yourselfter with the gun.”


    Said, Vivian simply did not give Martin the opportunity to refuse, directly took away the gun in his hand, and shoved the wooden stick into his hand, “It really hurts too much, just bite the stick, more effective.”


    “Good.”


    Martin nodded, his clear face flowing with an affable smile, making it impossible to be defensive of him.


    Born with apelling and kind face, but with a sinister and poisonous bone.


    This kind of person is the most frightening.


    Vivian squatted down, took out the dagger in his hand, tore the clothes from his wound, revealing his well-muscled wheat-colored skin.


    “The dagger has barbed thorns that must be removed first. Otherwise as you walk, the wound will continue to deepen and endanger your life.”


    She admonished, “It will hurt when I cut open your wounds. Bear with it.”


    “Come on, this pain, it’s nothing.”


    Martin said back.


    Vivian, who was hanging his head, raised his eyebrows, and with a strange light in his eyes, he held the dagger and made a slit in the wound.


    She was precise, but deliberately slow, the pain Martin clenched his back teeth, his hand also gripped the arm-thick wooden stick, the pain was trembling all over.


    “Don’t move.”


    Vivian red lips hooked up a bad smile, holding the hand of the dagger slightly hard, near the dart to cut a ‘cross’ shaped wound.


    Although the wound she made was notrge, she deliberately deepened it.


    Looking at the crimson blood spilling out, and Martin’s sweaty forehead, his face pale and sinewy, Vivian’s anger subsided a little.


    Bastard man, you can’t die of pain!


    She thought in her heart, and then saidfortingly, “Bear with it, it will be out soon.”


    “Don’t, waste, words!”


    Martin’s body trembled with pain, only to feel that every pore in his body was screaming, even his voice could sound like gnashing teeth.


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    Vivian sarcastically took the dart out slowly.


    She held the blood-soaked dart, a drop of blood still coalescing on the sharp edge, slowly dripping down. “Done.”


    Then taking the dart, she wiped the blood on Martin’s clothes, before putting the dart into the parchment roll wrapped around her waist.


    “Got any blood stoppers?” She inquired as she rummaged through his bag.


    “There is.”


    Martin, his face pale and bloodless, fought through the excruciating pain and returned.


    Vivian rummaged through his shoulder bag, found the bleeding medicine and gauze, lifted the clothes on his waist and abdomen, sprinkled some powder on his wound, then leaned down, took the gauze and wrapped it around his waist.


    Seeing her devotion, Martin looked at Vivian with a murderous gaze.


    He could not know that Vivian was doing it on purpose?


    Martin’s hand holding the wooden stick moved back slightly, loosened his gaze, and his hand touched the dagger behind his waist …