Chapter 303： Grease and be greased

其实 He doesn't actually live here. In fact, after coming to Tiesi Village for so many days, Zhan Lian has no home. He lives and eats in the whistle, which is the high-speed gas station where Enron was found.

But this place has been targeted for a long time. Although he does n’t know when to find Enron and his children, he has been preparing for Enron and his children. Children can use it at any time.

Going up the **** with a cigarette, Zhan Lian put his hands in his pants pockets and looked up at the branch above his head. The branch crunched strangely. He didn't take it to heart and went straight to the floor. After climbing the wall of the creeper, I was about to go up the corridor on the first floor.

No matter who he was, his head was tilted, his feet turned, and he avoided it. He punched directly, grabbed the saber that attacked the back of his head with one hand, and punched the face of the person behind him with the other fist.

I was surprised, and looked at the outline of the face of the people behind him in the moonlight, and closed it violently, rubbing the temples behind the heads of the people behind him, and he would undoubtedly kill it.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Enran was beaten by the fist wind, exhaled, and felt that the gripped wrist was sorely broken, and the five fingers had to be forced to open, just yelling, to make the little mint in the house rise , But I heard the war anger:

"Why are you standing behind me holding a knife?"

"Warfare?" Enron was surprised, looked up, and saw the man in front of him, "Why are you?"

Plant told her that someone came, who did she think it was!

"Who isn't me?" Zhan Lian loosened Enron angrily, seeing Enran rubbing his wrists, he stretched out his hand, pulled Anran's hand, looked at the moonlight, annoyed and regretted, but again The tone was bad: "I'll give you some medicine and I won't break it for you. That's my negligence."

There was a messy car parked on Gaoping, and Zhan Lian turned and walked to an side, opened the door, opened the trunk, and took out a large plastic storage box from the trunk. Before.

Enron rubbed his wrists and grinned, watching Zhan Lian come over. He swung his head towards her, carried the big box into the room next to the doll, and Enran followed, standing outside the door. Take a look at the moonlight.

Zhan Lian is lighting a candle. The white candle is burning a faint little flame. He drips a few drops of wax oil, puts the candle on the table top of the wooden table, opens the lid, and takes out a box from the box. Feng's beating oil, tilted his head, looking at Enron still standing outside the door, saying:

"Come in, are you a **** at the door?"

"I ..." Enran opened his mouth and was about to ask what Zhan Lian said, and his feet came into the door unconsciously.

At this time, Zhan Lian just hooked a stool with his feet, and let Enron sit on the bedside. He sat on the stool, holding the oil, grabbed Enron's wrist, and put oil on her wrist.

"Small injury." Enran shrank his hand, and in the yellow candlelight, he smirked awkwardly, "It doesn't take any oil, it will be fine in a while."

Yan Zhanlian raised her eyes and glanced at her, ignored her, put down the beating oil in her hand, grabbed her with one hand, and rubbed her wrist with the other.

Then ... then both were silent, one oiled and one oiled.