Julian reacted immediately. Firstly, he didn't know where Wei Ran's confidence came from, and secondly, he really didn't expect that the Kung Fu that the opponent was knocking down was actually taught by Bajie himself - if he knew Bajie, he would definitely think so.

"Frankly speaking, it's really bad. She can't resist being beaten at all. Unlike the flying cigar I drive, she is simply a flying tank."

While Wei Ran was changing the subject, he had already poured the dissolved sugar water into a metal cup, continued to stir it with a spoon, then turned around and walked to Heidi's bedside.

In the silence where Captain Julian, who was arrogant but not good at messing around, was thinking hard about how to refute Wei Ran, the latter had already carefully fed a spoonful of sugar water that was slightly scalding to his mouth.

Heidi's mouth. As for Phil, he was still busy threading the thread in his mother's hands, clinically tight seams.

After drinking a large glass of boiling sugar water, Heidi, who was sweating on her forehead, slowly opened her eyes, and then subconsciously shouted weakly in French, "Spiel..."

"He is still alive and has received proper treatment, so sleep peacefully." Wei Ran leaned against Heidi's ear and whispered comforting words in French that could only be heard by the other party.

Just after saying this, the anxious and panicked expression on Heidi's face relaxed obviously, and then she closed her eyes again and fell asleep. This tough French woman was so tired that she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time.

Wei Ran easily coaxed the poor girl to sleep. Wei Ran added some water to the pot again, shook it randomly, poured the remaining sugar water into a cup, and then handed it to Julian, who was still holding back his big move.

, "This is yours, you don't need me to feed you with a spoon, right?"

Hearing this, Julian took the water glass from Wei Ran and gave up on refuting the "flying tank" argument.

After eating Julian with a cup of sugar water, Wei Ran did not stop, but continued to fill the pot with water, put the lid on, sat cross-legged on the floor and heated it with an oil stove.

Heidi should be fine now, but Spear is still facing the danger of hypothermia. Although he doesn't want to save Spear, in this situation, he really has no suitable reason to kill him.

By the time he filled the British enamel kettles belonging to Spear and Heidi with hot water, Phil had not only finished bandaging Spear's wounds, but also climbed onto the buoy deck.

I got back a large piece of umbrella cloth, set up a hammock between the "English bed" and the ladder, put some clothes on it, and picked up Spear, who was also unconscious.

After Wei Ran stuffed the water bottles wrapped in clothes into Spear's chest, stomach and armpits one by one, Phil covered him with a blanket, picked up the extinguished cigar again, went to the oil stove and lit it.

He took a sip and said in Latin in the swirling smoke, "Mr. Julian, I'm afraid we have to renegotiate the distribution of supplies and the truce agreement."

"Because there is an extra dick that has been cut with a knife, and there is an extra woman without a dick."
Chapter completed!