Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Mexiling and Joey stayed in Populus euphratica forest for two days. Finally, a bighorn sheep came. They haven't seen this large animal for a long time. Joey was a little nervous and almost forgot that he was a werewolf. He hid behind the tree to see how mexiling killed it.

For the genetic mutant, killing a bighorn sheep was effortless. His crisp hand fell with a knife and pierced its throat. The blood spurted out and splashed the ground bright red.

Joey hurriedly took a basin and ran over to catch the sheep's blood. Last night, moxiling hardly slept. He had been doing things, finished the stool, and made several basins of different sizes. Joey thought that moxiling was bored at that time, because he felt it was completely useless. Now he knows that moxiling didn't think about doing things.

After receiving two pots full of blood, mexiling began to peel the skin carefully with his sharp claws. He seemed to know very well the body structure of the horned sheep, where to cut, where to finish, where to cut horizontally, where to cut longitudinally, where to be thick and where to be thin. Such a large horned sheep skin was peeled off without breaking at all. He spread the skin in a clean place and began to scrape the meat crumbs and grease inside. After cleaning, he spread it in the sun.

Joey hesitated when he saw that he was dealing with the sheepskin. He took out his knife and cut the belly of the horned sheep to help deal with the internal organs. She rarely did this, and she was not skilled, and she didn't know what to do or what not to do. Moreover, there was a lot of yellow and white grease floating in the belly of horned sheep, which looked disgusting. In fact, she has seen more disgusting scenes, but this time she needs to play with her hands. The smell is bad, and it is inevitable that she feels uncomfortable in her heart.

Mexiling came over and pulled her up. "Wash your hands and stay under the tree. You don't need to be here."

He cleaned the useful internal organs and put them in a basin. Finally, he turned the sheep's intestines slowly, and a stench floated out. Joey couldn't help covering his nose.

Mexiling looked up at her, "go and stay under the tree. Don't smoke you."

When he said this, Joey was a little embarrassed. Usually, such clean men don't take it seriously. Why should she do this.

She didn't leave. She squatted down and hit her hand. "Moxiling, you look very skilled. Have you done it before?"

"First time."

"First time?" She didn't believe it. She knew it the first time?

Seeing that she didn't believe it, mexiling said, "I've seen how to peel sheep in books. It's not difficult."

It's really rare that they can do this just by reading. Joey can't help feeling that it's no wonder that for so many years, they have always lost the battle with genetic mutants, their brains are not as good as people, and no matter how many people they have.

Mexiling was busy sweating in the sun. White crystals were secreted from his black clothes. Joey knew that his sweat had become salt after filtering dry, so he said, "take it to the shade of the tree. It's too hot here."

"No, I need to sweat."

Joey wondered and didn't understand what he meant. In the past, mexiling rarely sweated, and there were few times when he was sweating. He is a hypothermic body and doesn't like heat. Why does he need to sweat?

Before long, she understood that mexiling needed the salt. He took off his coat, scraped off the crystals on his clothes, put them in a small basin, and then put them back on his body. Then he sweated and filtered them into crystals. Repeatedly, there were more crystals in the small basin.

Mexiling used a wooden board to remove the fine wool from the sheepskin, and asked Joey to pick some salt and alkali from the Populus euphratica forest. He cleaned the sheepskin in a wooden barrel, and then spread it in a cool place to dry.

Joey asked, "isn't it faster to dry in the sun?"

"The skin will be hard and not soft."

At the end of the conversation, Joey guessed what he was going to do with sheepskin. Moxiling was a clean man. He must have had enough of his dirty clothes, so he wanted to wear them made of sheepskin. It was just... Wearing leather on such a hot day... Not afraid of stuffy prickles?

When moxiling was ready to divide the mutton, he saw Joey's knife, which was a silver dagger, almost the same as the one that stabbed him. His eyes fell on the dagger and stayed for two or three seconds before moving away.

When Joey saw this scene, her heart jumped and she was very upset. She took it out secretly and planned to put it away as soon as she used it, but she forgot it for a moment.

She picked up the dagger and was ready to put it back in her pocket. Unexpectedly, moxiling stretched out her hand and said, "give it to me."

Joey instinctively clenched and wouldn't let go“ I, I'm not... "

"I need it. Give it to me." His voice softened, and his white palm spread out in front of her.

Joey had to put the dagger in his hand, but he was very upset. The genetic mutant was afraid of silver. When he met with blood, he sealed the blood. Mexiling died under the silver dagger. How could he

She was frightened, but mexiling understated, "the incarnation needs to consume physical strength and is about to use it to cut meat."

Joey was relieved when he heard that he was only used to cut meat.

Mexiling cut the mutton into small pieces with a knife, put them in a basin, salted them with water, and Joey helped hang them on the Populus euphratica tree.

They were so busy that they didn't finish their work until sunset that they hardly had time to eat. Joey looked at the sheepskin under the shade of the tree, the pieces of mutton hanging under the branches, and the clean and fresh viscera in the basin. If she can really stay, she believes that with the wisdom of mexiling, she will regulate their life well and let her have no worries about food and clothing.

At dusk, there was a red burning cloud in the sky. The red light reflected the yellow sand like gold. It lasted for tens of miles and could not see the end. Joey sighed. Only in this barren place could he see such a gorgeous scenery.

But something even more eye opening happened to her. Moxi Ling planed the fire and took out a small pot from it. That night, he rubbed it with water and mud. She thought he wanted to be a clay figurine. Later, she went to sleep and didn't care whether the clay figurine was kneaded or not. Unexpectedly, he was making a pot and buried the clay embryo under the fire. The fire had been burning since the day they came, Because it was necessary to keep a fire, the fire was not extinguished and burned for two days and two nights.

Joey couldn't help exclaiming, "Meryl, is there anything else you won't?"

Mexiling seemed to be a little proud, and a shallow smile rippled from the corners of his mouth. He cleaned the small pot, boiled sheep liver soup with it, and sprinkled some Elaeagnus angustifolia flowers in it. Suddenly, a fragrance floated in the air.

Joey remembered that mexiling couldn't cook before, so he asked, "when did you learn to cook?"

"Don't learn, just look."

He answered lightly, but Joey's heart clicked. When they lived in the apartment together, she always cooked, but moxiling loved to stick to her, either holding her in the back or hitting on one side. Maybe it was at that time.

At that time... She took a deep breath. It was really beautiful like a dream. If reincarnation into Joey was a dream, she hoped she could dream forever and never wake up.

It's incredible to drink soup in the desert, but Joey thinks all the miracles can come true with moxiling.

Sitting around the fire, the pot was bubbling and steaming. There were delicious mutton hotpot and well roasted mutton kebabs. Joey ate full of oil and felt very happy. This was the most wonderful meal she had ever eaten since she entered the desert. Mexiling may also be affected by the atmosphere. His facial lines are much softer. There is a smile in his deep eyes, which looks like a bright star. He is particularly charming. Joey can't move his eyes.

"Cough," mexiling suddenly coughed twice. "Eat quickly. There's something to do after eating."

Joy bowed her head with a guilty heart, and the heat was dense on her face, burning her face red.

After dinner, mexiling took the sheep intestines hanging on the ground and rowed them down with a knife. He frowned slightly and was very focused. The sheep intestines spun and spun under his hand into a pile of thin lines.

Joey looked at it in surprise. The thin thread was uniform in width, just like it came out of a machine car. It was really too fine.

With the thread, mexiling began to prepare the needle again. He chose the strongest small section of Populus euphratica, cut it into the shape of a needle with a knife, polished it carefully with coarse sand, drilled a hole at the thick end and put the catgut through.

Joey knew he was going to start work, so he took the sheepskin happily. The dried sheepskin was soft and tough. Mexiling folded the sheepskin in half, compared the size, pulled the edge open, let Joey pull it, and then began to sew it.

The two people were close together, their breathing entangled together, the man's Qingjun face was close at hand, Joey's heart beat a little disorderly, and glanced at it secretly. There was a suspicious blush on Moxi Ling Baixi's face. I don't know whether it was red by the fire, or... Just like her.

Joey swallowed quietly and asked him, "are you sure you want to wear sheepskin on such a hot day?"

The man looked up at her strangely, "who said to make clothes?"

"What do you sew sheepskin for?"

"Make water bags."

Joey: "..." is the IQ of a werewolf so far from that of a genetic mutant

Her face was already red, and now even her neck was flushed. She lowered her head and had a panoramic view of her white and red neck.

Mexiling suddenly stopped with a strange voice. "You don't need to take a bath here. Go get some water."

Joey also felt that the atmosphere was a little subtle. Seeing that moxiling was fast, she didn't seem to be able to help, so she gave a sound and took the bucket to the spring. Slowly hold the water and peek at mexiling from time to time.

Mexiling looked at her, but suddenly put her finger to her mouth and sucked it, as if she had been stabbed.

Joey covered her mouth and smiled. Then she found that her hand was empty. The ladle floated to the other side of the spring. She had to go around and pick it up and concentrate on bailing out water.

When she carried the water, mexiling's sheepskin water bag was also ready. He felt quite satisfied. He unfolded the water bag and shook. "It should be enough to hold water for ten days. I hope we can find a new water source in ten days."

Joey was a little sad when he heard this. Mexiling said he would leave when he got food and water. Now everything is ready. Will they leave here tomorrow?