Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey had a full meal and baked it just right. Some were soft, some were tough, and there were sweet springs to drink. It couldn't be better for her walking in the desert.

After eating and drinking enough, she sat by the fire, belched contentedly and muttered to herself, "it would be better if she could take a bath."

For several days, she had a gray head and a gray brain. Her clothes had long been unable to distinguish the color. She was wrinkled and dressed like a rag. She walked in the hot sun every day and was sweating. Her clothes were wet and dry, and then wet and sticky. It was really hard to feel. But the spring was very shallow, there was not much water, and it was their life-saving water. She was really embarrassed to ask. Unexpectedly, she relaxed and said it without paying attention.

Fortunately, mexiling didn't hear it. He was a little far away. He sat on the ground against the tree and looked at the full moon in the sky. He seemed to be thinking about something.

The fire gradually darkened, the dark red embers went out, and the light was printed on his face, and then went out. Joey's eyes moved from his face to his neck. Because he raised his head, the slender white neck stretched a beautiful arc, with an unspeakable charm. Joey tightened his throat and quickly opened his wrong eyes.

"How many days shall we stay here?" She broke the peace.

"Get water and food and go."

Joey looked at the broken bones on the ground. "Is that all? How much do you have to catch? "

"These can't, wait."

He didn't say what to wait for. He was a little depressed. He seemed to lack the interest of chatting, and Joey didn't say a word.

After a while, mexiling went into the dense forest, stopped under a tree and looked at something. Then he raised his arm. The moonlight was very good. In the clear light, Joey saw sharp claws on the top of his fingers, shaking with a cold light. He slowly inserted his claws into the trunk and, like a saw, cut off the hard tree. The tree fell down with a loud noise, shaking the ground as if it were moving.

Joey looked silly and surprised that he could turn his claws without changing his body? After mexiling's resurrection, he seemed to be more powerful than before. She still remembered that during the black soil fight, his skin became as hard as a shell, and even Su Xuandong's ice vertebrae could not be pierced. Although the Sunbelt could burn black marks, it soon disappeared. Did his genes change again?

Joey sat still and looked at her from a distance. He saw Moxi Ling squatting on the ground with her back to her. He didn't know what he was doing. He only heard a knock.

Joey guessed that he was making a container for water. He said he would take water with him. It should be this. He just used a wooden container to hold water. Wouldn't it be too cumbersome?

After a while, he finally got up and went to the spring with something in his hand.

Joey saw clearly that it was a bucket, a big bucket. It could indeed take a lot of water, but it was not covered and heavy. It was not very convenient to take it with you. Even if it didn't leak, wouldn't it dry if you walked in the sun every day?

The water was very shallow, so mexiling also made a ladle and patiently bailed water into the bucket.

He is a man of good health and respect. He seldom does such trivial things, but he squats by the spring, scooping water one by one, and looks safe. He looks like an ordinary family man. Joey thinks that the moxiling at this moment is more charming than at any time.

Scooping up a bucket full of water, he came up with it and put it in front of her: "take a bath."

Joey didn't expect that he did all this for her. He heard the original sentence. She suddenly wanted to cry and water mist appeared in her eyes. He is still the same as before. As long as she wants, he will always find a way to be satisfied.

"Thank you, mexiling," Joey took a deep breath and forced her tears back. Mexiling doesn't like the weak. She must be strong.

"You're welcome. Wash it quickly." He was ready to turn and go.

"In fact, you don't need so much water. Pour it back. There isn't much water, so you have to save it."

"Wash it. The spring hole is alive. There is a lot of water and can't be used up."

Joey stretched out her neck and looked at the spring. Sure enough, in the moonlight, the clear waves were sparkling and shaking like a silver chain, which was as much as she had seen before.

When moxiling went behind the tree, Joey couldn't care much. She was itchy with dirt. She urgently needed to clean her clothes. She stepped into the bucket and was immediately surrounded by cool water, which was unspeakably pleasant.

Although moxiling is not far away, she is not embarrassed at all. She is always relaxed in front of him.

She washed it very carefully because she didn't know if she would have such a chance next time.

The sky is so high and the ground is so wide. Behind it is a dense Populus euphratica forest. In front of it are rolling sand dunes. It is quiet all around. Only the breeze gently blows over the skin. Joey took a deep breath, his mind was clear, but his heart was going to be drunk, drunk in the soft moonlight, drunk in this quiet desert,

Finally, after washing, she came out of the bucket. She had no towel. She could only let the wind dry the water droplets on her body. Just as soon as she looked up, the man was in front. He stood in a shadow, as if integrated with the darkness. Only her black eyes were emitting an unusually bright light. Like a beast that has been hungry for a long time, he looks at his prey with burning and longing.

Joy's heart throbbed. She stood still, hoping he would come.

The two people just looked at each other, their eyes intertwined in mid air, like rough waves, but no one moved.

Joey finally gave up. She hinted for so long, but he didn't respond. I think he didn't mean that. She remembered that mexiling once said that he only felt for women who had feelings, so she stood naked until now, and the result was very clear.

Joey picked up her clothes and put them on. She was about to pour the water in the bucket under the tree. The shadow flashed. Moxiling took the bucket from her hand. "Don't pour it out. It can be used."

He moved the bucket to the edge of the tree and began to take off his clothes in Joey's stunned eyes.

Joey is stunned for a few seconds. Does moxiling mean to take a bath with her used water? Didn't he have a cleanliness mania? He didn't have a cleanliness mania after resurrection? No, no, no, this is important. The important thing is, doesn't he avoid her... No, no, she should avoid

Joey was confused, a little flustered and impatient. She wanted to go, but her feet didn't move until moxiling stood there naked. In the moonlight, he was like a God, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, smooth lines, tight muscles and relaxed texture, which could be called perfect.

He looked very calm. Under her gaze, he raised his legs and stepped into the barrel. With a slight shake, Joey saw the last thing to see. She woke up like a dream, whispered and turned behind the tree in an instant.

Mexiling sank into the water and looked at the frightened figure like a deer, with a slight hook in the corners of his mouth. But God knows that if he doesn't sink his body into the cold water quickly, he will really blow it up.

That figure, that body, for him, has always been known to eat marrow, but he can't, at least not now

Joey hid behind the tree, but her heart itched. If she was Joey, she might feel ashamed, but Qingyuan's bold and unrestrained character always inadvertently penetrated in, so... Without much hesitation, she stretched out her head and peeped at mexiling's bath.

Of course, the end of peeking will not be much better. The throat is dry, the tongue is dry, there is a fire burning in the lower abdomen, and the heat wave flows into all parts of the body with the blood. The whole person is very uncomfortable.

She has half animal genes. After waking up, she is more eager for that demand than before, but moxiling... She lowers her head in frustration and he won't want to. When his feelings died under the knife, his desire for her disappeared.

Joey finally shrunk her head back and sat behind the tree with a leaf in her mouth. The bitter taste spread in her mouth and went all the way to her heart

Mexiling had nothing to do after taking a bath. He picked up the remaining wood and began to beat the drum again.

Joey felt that it was not a thing to avoid it all the time. Anyway, everyone didn't suffer a loss. She avoided appearing pretentious, so she went over to see him do things, "what's this?"

Mexiling didn't answer. His slender fingers moved dexterously. When he needed tools, he showed his sharp claws. He could cut, cut and cut. After a while, the things in his hand took shape. He handed it to her, "take it to drink water."

Joey opened his eyes. He actually made a water cup. It didn't look rough, but it was full of a simple and thick feeling. If it had been in the past, she would have rushed to kiss him and praised him, but now she can only nod with a smile: "OK, I'll fetch some water."

When she scooped a cup of water from the spring, another cup of moxiling was made. She shared half of the water with him, sat on the ground and watched him continue to work.

"What else to do?"

The man still didn't answer, which made her chat up, so she could only hide and drink two salivas.

Several boards and strips of wood were pieced together with two hands alone. Moxiling pieced together a small stool and handed it to her: "sit down."

Joey, pick it up and put it under your ass. well, it's comfortable.

Sitting on a small stool, holding a water cup, watching men making handicrafts in the moonlight, the world is peaceful, which makes Joey feel that the years are so quiet and good. She hopes to stay like this until the day she dies.

She licked her lips and said in a low voice, "moxiling, do you think we can get out of this desert?"

The man smiled and blew the sawdust on the small wooden stool, "how about going out? What if you can't get out? "

Joey was stunned and thought about his words. Yeah, so what if you can go out? Going out means they have to go their separate ways. A genetic mutant and a werewolf are doomed to be unable to be together! But what if you can't get out? They will be trapped in this place all day. It seems good to think about it.

She asked again, "do you want to go out?"

Moxiling looked up at her, "don't you want to?"

She really didn't want to. She just couldn't say it. She was not qualified to say that when she stabbed him, she lost her right to love him again.

Mexiling smiled faintly again, "escape can't solve the problem. Your father didn't teach you to solve problems when you were young? "

Joey was slightly surprised. He didn't look at her much, but he seemed to know her heart. But he was right and had to go out. She had to solve her own mistakes.