Lan Feng could not imagine that these shocking wounds would appear on a young girl like Mi Wei'er who was in her twenties. He never thought that there would be so many injuries on Mi Wei'er's back.

These wounds and scars are not as good as those old generals who have experienced countless wars.

This scene is completely different from what Lan Feng imagined.

No wonder Mi Wei'er said that Blue Spirit without traces has no effect, no wonder Mi Wei'er kept wearing her shirt to cover her back...

Looking at the shocking wound, Lan Feng's body trembled gently, his nose was sore, and he didn't speak for a long time.

"It's ugly, right?"

When Mi Wei'er saw Lan Feng not speaking for a long time, she thought Lan Feng was frightened by her ugly wounds. She heard a trembling voice from her mouth.

"Does it hurt?"

Lan Feng did not answer her question, but stretched out his palm and gently touched the countless scars on her back, with heartache and pity on her face.

"No pain."

Mi Wei'er's body shivered gently, and a stubborn smile appeared on her beautiful cheeks: "I feel very happy."

"I'm in pain."

Lan Feng's body trembled gently, and a low and heartache voice came from his mouth: "Heart has never hurt like this before."

It’s not a zombie or a genetic warrior. The knife is slashed on the flesh and the bullets are stuck in the gaps between the bones. How come you can’t feel the pain?

Lan Feng looked at the shocking scars and gently stroked his trembling palms, as if feeling the thrilling battle of death.

No matter what kind of difficulty it was, the dark green figure had always been with him and had never left.

When he was in danger, she appeared calmly and calmly.

When the bullet was about to penetrate his body, she always stood in front of him without hesitation, allowing the bullet to penetrate her delicate body.

When the sharp knife was about to pierce his body, she also stood in front of him without hesitation, allowing the sharp knife to penetrate her body.

When the sharp arrow was about to shoot through his body, she still stood in front of him without hesitation, allowing the sharp arrow to penetrate her body.

Then, she turned her head stubbornly and showed a charming smile at Lan Feng, "Feng. Are you okay?"

She always gave stupidly, rushed to the front for him, blocked the knife and got bullets.

As for the reward, what is that?

In front of him, she always showed her strongest side. Even if she was stabbed and hit by a bullet, she just smiled at him slightly, and then hid in an empty corner and cleaned her wounds silently.

Someone asked her why she did this? She only said three words: I do.

She was walking through the jungle in a thick camouflage uniform, and she followed him without hesitation into the stinky ditch near the mouth of the flue and walked silently. She followed him without complaints and ate hard-to-eat biscuits and beef that compressed into stone-like beef. How could she not be hurt?

She is not a soldier. She does not have the hard-working spirit of the soldier, nor does she have the great goal of defending her country. She just wants her beloved to live a better life.

She was not a soldier. She had never worn the dirty, smelly, thick and heavy camouflage uniform before, but she was willing to take off her gorgeous clothes for him, put on the thick and smelly military uniform, become a soldier, receive the cruel training of a man, and complete those strict requirements one by one.

She is not a soldier, she is just a woman, a woman who can endure any suffering for him.

So what if it hurts?

From the moment she made the decision, she had no friends, only Lan Feng.

She couldn't go to Lan Feng to complain when she was exposed to prickly heat because she was wearing a camouflage uniform, saying that her skin was getting worse and worse, and her face had a small acne. What should I do?

She could not throw herself into Lan Feng's arms and cry after being shot or being stabbed, saying that she would never experience such a tragedy again and never again.

She could not complain to Lan Feng in the primeval forest full of dangers with heavy rains and rains, saying that she did not want to stay here for a moment, but wanted to take a leisurely rest in the bustling city.

Can she?

She can't.

From the moment she made a choice, she gave up everything, leaving only him and herself.

She was a lonely wolf. In order not to worry about him, she could only endure it silently when she was injured. Even if she wanted to cry in pain, she gritted her teeth and held on.

Lan Feng's heart seemed to be pierced by something, and the pain was hopeless and he could not breathe. His tears were not well developed and he felt a wet eyes. He clenched his fists tightly to prevent the tears from leaving behind.

At this moment, Lan Feng had only the beautiful figure that cut through countless dark nights, experienced countless winds and rains, and shuttled through endless bullets.

Lan Feng hugged Mi Wei'er's back with both hands, gently pressed his face against Mi Wei'er's back covered with countless scars, and came from his mouth with a blaming voice: "Why are you so stupid?"

"Because I love you."

Feeling Lan Feng's emotional changes, a touching smile appeared on Mi Wei'er's beautiful cheeks, and a sound like a natural sound came from her mouth.

Because I love you!

The simple six words made Lan Feng, who once thought he was as strong as iron, could no longer hold back. The tears he had to endure finally roared out like a flood that broke through the dam...

"Click-click..."

Tears hit Mi Wei'er's scarred back, making a crisp sound. Mi Wei'er felt as if there was a hot liquid falling on her back: "Feng, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm giving you medicine."

Lan Feng spoke softly, noticing that his hands were tightly hugging Mi Wei'er's figure.

"Wei'er, it hurts a little later, please bear it..."

Lan Feng calmed down his mood, then picked up the alcohol cotton beside him and gently wiped Mi Wei'er's body, disinfected Mi Wei'er's back, and then picked up the blade that had been prepared to be disinfected, carefully picking up the scars on Mi Wei'er's back little by little. Only in this way can the effect of Jin Kumei Weishui be fully utilized.

As Lan Feng's blade stirred up the scar on Mi Wei'er's back, waves of severe pain continued to hit, but there was no pain on Mi Wei'er's beautiful cheeks, but a touching smile and stubborn strength.

There is no anesthesia, no hypnosis. This level of cutting is not much more than the pain of Guan Yun scraping his bones to heal him, but she still smiled stubbornly and told herself to be strong in front of this man.

This is what makes Mi Weier different from other women.

She is a lonely wolf crazy about love!
Chapter completed!