SWNOVELS Chapter 431 Naive
After a long silence, there was a disdainful sneer.
"You are really foolish to the point of being a little naive."
Patrick tilted his head and forced a smile.
Droplets of water slowly slid down from his forehead. It was unknown whether it was his sweat or the drops of water gathered from the cotton cloth.
Patrick wiped away the water drops casually with a smile on his face.
"Miss Barton has scolded me a lot along the way. I think your description of me is quite accurate. Don't you think it's stupid to say these words to a lunatic?"- She wanted to make a deal with a lunatic and let him be a good person.
What a joke.
"It seems that you're right. But I still want to ask you one thing, Mr. Trevino..."
Cierra paused and tilted her head to look at Patrick with a smile. "Mr. Trevino, what were you thinking when you saved me in the water?"
If he was really a heartless devil, why would he help the human beings at a life-and-death moment?
Wasn't it ridiculous?
Patrick snorted. "You said I'm a madman. I can do whatever I want when I'm crazy. I don't think I'll think too much about it."
"Yes, that's true."
Cierra nodded in agreement. "Then can I understand that Mr. Trevino wanted to save me out of instinct?
"If you choose to save me without thinking, instead of stepping on me in the water, can I speculate from your behavior that you are not a complete devil?" Their eyes met, and the atmosphere in the cave became a little subtle.
The water droplets on Patrick's forehead continued to fall, but he didn't wipe them away this time.
Water drops fell from his eyebrows to his chin, and finally to his neck, then completely. disappeared.
"What's the point?"
He said indifferently.
Instinctively, he maintained a hint of humanity, but when he was awake, he still chose to be a demon. Wasn't that more terrifying?
Cierra curled her lips. "Of course. At the very least, it proves that what I saved was my own kind, not some other creature."
She picked up the clean cotton cloth and said to him.
"Raise your clothes."
The wound had to be treated. Otherwise, the surrounding rotting flesh would become even more serious.
Cierra didn't have the confidence or courage to remove the rotten flesh around his
wound, but it was enough to simply clear it up.
Judging from Patrick's condition, he should be able to hold on until tomorrow morning.
She would find a way to take him out of the mountain tomorrow morning.
He had to go to the hospital.
If this continued, the wound would completely rot and cause inflammation. It was unknown if the other organs in his body would be affected. "Tore off my clothes?"
Patrick didn't move at all and just let out a low chuckle.
Cierra's face was expressionless. She had been planning on how to store food and water tomorrow, but when she suddenly heard this, her thoughts were interrupted.
She raised her eyes, glanced at him coldly, and came over with the cotton cloth in her hand.
"Patrick, I seem to have forgotten to tell you something."
"What..."
Before Patrick could finish his words, she covered his mouth with the wet cotton cloth in her hand! Perhaps Patrick had never expected such a scene. He stayed rooted to the spot. Other
than glaring angrily at her, he did not do anything else.
Cierra lightly smiled. Before Patrick could react, Cierra grabbed the rope and tied his hands together.
"Although I'm very kind-hearted and can't bear to see others die in front of me, I've been seeking revenge for the smallest grievance during this period of time. I don't want to endure the loss at all." The rope was hung on her leg when she woke up. Cierra didn't expect it to be used at this. time.
As soon as she finished speaking, she tightened her grip on the rope, which seemed to affect Patrick's wound. He grimaced in pain for a moment.
"Stop!"
Patrick gritted his teeth.
Cierra lowered her head and tightened the rope with a smile. "Yes, I can hear you. You don't have to yell so loudly."
After tying the rope, Cierra began to examine his wound.
Compared to before, the wound at this moment seemed to be even more terrifying. It wasn't just because it was since yesterday, but also because Patrick walked out with his tattered body.
As a result, the hideous wound split open again, and the mixture of flesh and blood became even more terrifying under the dim yellow light.
This time around, Cierra did not have a difficult expression on her face. She had already seen it several times. As such, she should naturally not reveal any fear.
She cleaned up Patrick's wound with a gloomy face. She didn't know what was wrong with it. There were mud, leaves, and other things stuck to his pus, which looked a little ferocious. Patrick's mouth was gagged. When the tingling pain hit him, the veins on his forehead bulged.
Gritting his teeth, he glared at Cierra with his eyes.
Cierra didn't care. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye and snorted.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm treating your wound out of kindness. Don't look at me with that dirty face like I owe you money. Besides,
"Well, if it really hurts, you can take a bite of this shirt. Look at how considerate I am."
She deliberately did not control her strength when wiping the wound. She just needed to wipe the dirt off.
As for the rotting flesh nearby, Cierra was at a loss as to what to do.
She looked at Patrick hesitantly. "Hey, you said earlier that you wanted me to help you get rid of this rotten flesh. Do you still need it?"
Patrick had just gone through a baptism of pain, and his entire body was drenched in cold sweat.
When he heard this, he opened his eyes and saw Cierra gesturing with a dagger.
"You're in so much pain after I wiped your wound. If I cut your rotten flesh without any anesthetic, could you bear it?"
Cierra asked him hesitantly.
Glancing at his wound, she clicked her tongue again.
"But your wound seems to be a little inflamed. What if it gets worse if I don't cut it off. Why don't I have a try?"
She didn't even heat the dagger on the fire. Instead, she moved her hand over.
Patrick subconsciously shrank back and looked at her in shock, biting the cotton cloth. Even the pain had temporarily disappeared.
Although he couldn't say anything, his eyes were clearly warning her not to mess around.
Cierra smiled amiably and said, "It seems that Mr. Trevino is still a little scared, but the more scared you are, the more I want to try. What should you do?"
As she slowly approached, Patrick leaned back against the stone wall.
As he struggled, the cotton cloth in his mouth loosened a little, and his vague words finally spilled out with a bit of gnashing.
"Miss Barton, don't forget that you praised yourself as a kind person not long ago