Devil President, Don't Bite Me

On the fourth day, she finally had to leave. Although she only stayed for just three days, Joey was a little reluctant. Her eyes slowly swept through the Populus euphratica forest, the clear spring, and the wooden barrels, water scoops, large and small water basins, as well as the ashes burned on the ground, and even the clouds on the horizon made her feel nostalgic.

This seems to be her home. The ground is the bed, the sky is the quilt, the scorching sun is like fire, and the yellow sand is the company. It is very difficult, but she is very happy. As long as she is with him, her heart is full. She forgets that she is a werewolf, that they are trapped in this no man's land, and that she has forgotten all kinds of things in the past.

"Won't you go?" Mexiling stood beside the sand dune with light on his back. The morning light fell on him as if covered with a thin layer of light. The whole person looked bright and handsome with a gentle smile.

"Can't you take them away?" Joey pointed to the pots they had dropped. "What if you need them?"

"Useless things can only be cumbersome."

Joey reluctantly pursed his mouth and regretted, "stay here for others. No one comes, and it's good for small animals to play. "

Mexiling couldn't help laughing when she said such childish words. "Let's go while it's not hot."

Joey obediently followed up. Who knows, a small figure swished like an arrow in front of her. It was a small sand fox. It raised its head and its big eyes flashed, as if it had been watered. Joey couldn't bear to squat. It immediately jumped into her arms, and its small head rubbed and rubbed, as if begging her to take it away.

Joey can't be the master. He looks at mexiling pitifully.

Mexiling has a headache. Do you have to take this little beast? It rubbed in her arms all day long, which made him angry. Maybe he would suck it into a corpse one day.

"Are you sure you want to take it?" Mexiling raised her eyebrows. "I'll kill it when there's no fear of famine?"

"You won't," Joey said in a very positive tone, which must make moxiling feel a little embarrassed, as if he would betray her trust if he did that.

Mexiling looked at her for a moment and suddenly nodded, "take it and let it go by itself."

"But it's so small..."

Moxiling couldn't bear it. His voice sank. "It's an adult sand fox."

Joey was helpless, so he had to put the little Shahu down and whispered, "you should follow obediently and make no noise, otherwise someone will be angry. He will be very angry and kill you."

The little sand fox tilted his head and sobbed twice, as if he had promised.

So the man strode in front, carrying dried mutton and water bags on his shoulders, the woman followed lightly, and a small sand fox followed closely at her feet.

Joey looked at the man in front and looked at the little sand fox at her feet. She had the feeling of a family of three. She grinned and kicked the yellow sand playfully from time to time. The little sand fox had something to learn and raised sand with small claws, which made Joey laugh, "no, no, you're almost fine. I have to give you a name."

She caught up with mexiling. "Shall we give it a name?"

The man glanced at her. "Isn't it called sand fox?"

Joey said to him, "you still have a name. Why can't he have a name?"

"OK, you take it." Mexiling doesn't like little sand fox. It's good to take it on the road and choose a name. Will he have to eat at the same table with them in the future

Joey smiled: "use your intelligent brain to get a nice name."

Mexiling opened his mouth and came, "barbecue."

"Why is it called barbecue?"

"When there's nothing to eat, bake it."

"Cruel!"

"At that point, either it starves or you all starve."

"Why?"

"If you don't eat it, you starve to death, and it can't live. If you eat it, it will die, but you still have a chance of life."

"If I don't eat it, how can it live?"

"In this desert, it is weak. Even if it is bitten by a small poisonous lizard, it can't live."

The law of the jungle has always been like this. Joey can't help but sigh. The desert is like this, the alien world is like this, and so is the human world. If it weren't her and mexiling who were walking together today and replaced other genetic mutants and werewolves, it would have been a death story. The strong live and the weak die, which has been the case for thousands of years.

After half a ring, she said, "just call it barbecue. In fact, it sounds good." She bent down, picked up the little sand fox and nodded its small pointed nose: "you'll call barbecue in the future. Be good. Don't really become barbecue!"

The little sand fox liked to listen to the word barbecue. His big eyes flashed and sobbed. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't see Joey feeding it with meat. I couldn't help but tilt my head and show confused eyes.

Joey was sprouted by it, rubbed its head, intimately wanted to paste its face, stretched out one hand and pulled the little sand fox to throw it in the distance, "said no hugging."

The barbecue was thrown belly up. One beat up and turned over. He was so angry that he rushed over and screamed at Moxi Ling. He looked like asking questions. Joey laughed and his stomach hurt. Looking at mexiling again, although he was still taut, the corners of his mouth still had an arc, and he was obviously laughing.

It's good, Joey thought. It's good that she's not a werewolf, not a queen, he's not a genetic mutant, not a lord, and has the simplest and purest life.

In addition to having a rest at noon, they walked all day and had enough food and water. It was not too uncomfortable to walk down such a day. In the evening, the sun set in the west, and moxiling found a flat sand. They wanted to spend the night here.

The only food is dried mutton. Moxiling cuts it into thin pieces with a knife, buries it in the sand and heats it with residual temperature. The dried mutton becomes soft. It has some toughness in the mouth, but it is not hard, and there is no sheep flavor.

The dagger is now exclusive to mexiling. He pinned it on his waist, cut meat with it, or measured the softness of the sand.

The way he did things seriously was particularly charming. Joey looked straight. Suddenly, the knife swished and fell at her feet, which startled her. What was more frightening was the barbecue. It jumped and screamed, angry and guilty.

"Take care of it. Don't be unruly." The man's faint voice came.

Joey looked down and saw the dried meat shaved by the barbecue's claws on the sand. He understood that the barbecue wanted to eat secretly. Mexiling found it and flew a dagger to warn it.

"You little glutton," Joey smiled and scolded, pointing to its cerebellar pouch. "If you're not good, I'll make you into a barbecue. Look at these dried meat. It's your end."

The barbecue also knew that he was wrong. He shrunk and sobbed twice, as if begging for mercy.

"Just know it's wrong," Joey patted his little head, picked up a piece of dried meat and threw it out. "Catch it!"

The barbecue jumped up like a dog, caught the dried meat and chewed it.

The man's tone took a trace of helplessness, "you will spoil it."

"If I have children in the future, I must be a pet..." he stopped in a hurry. Joey looked up at mexiling. He was looking at her, looking at each other with unspeakable embarrassment.

"Cough, cough," Joey took a small wooden bowl from her waist, "give me some water." Originally, none of the wooden products moxiling would bring. She strongly requested to take the smallest one, which was perforated and hung on her waist, so it was much more convenient to drink water.

Mexiling poured her a bowl of water, watched her drink slowly, and suddenly said, "don't you know that werewolves and genetic mutants can't have children?"

Joey's hand shook, the water rippled out, sprinkled on the sand, and soon leaked in.

Does he still know? Do you know she has ulterior motives? Do you know what she's going to steal?

"Don't be afraid," he took the small wooden bowl and took a sip. "In fact, I know everything. Humans can't, nor can werewolves. So did you transform yourself? Did the high priest of utu transform your body? "

Joey's face turned white and sat down on the ground, her body trembling slightly. She lowered her head and covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry."

"Never say sorry to me. We are husband and wife. We are one."

Joey looked up in surprise, "moxiling, you..."

"Genetic mutants can have many women, but they will only be loyal to their only wife. Although we... "He sighed gently and turned his eyes to the distance," we belong to different races, but for me, marriage and commitment are not jokes. "

Joey is ashamed at this moment. Compared with moxiling's openness, she is too dirty. Compared with his commitment, she is treacherous. How can she deserve him today!

She suddenly covered her face and ran away, rushing down to the bottom of the valley as dark as the abyss. The barbecue squeaked and followed.

Mexiling sat still and drank the water in the bowl one mouthful at a time. He had only suspected, but now he finally got the answer. It turned out that her purpose was to steal genes and steal his genes.

He doesn't know what form she will take his genes back to give birth to a child?

so what? Study the child as a monster, put him in a cage and stick a metal guide on him for daily observation, or simply slice and extract genes, develop them into drugs and distribute them to all werewolves? So you can change the werewolf's bad genes? She's crazy!

Mexiling was burning a fire in her heart. At the thought that she would send their children to the experimental platform, she wanted to tear her immediately. If she really had children, it would be the crystallization and witness of their love. Tiger poison doesn't eat children yet. She is really a cold-blooded person!

Do you really don't care about feelings for werewolves? For the so-called hope, she can abandon him, even their children... The vulgar and ignorant werewolf has always been predatory. He has been plundering food, territory and resources for thousands of years. Now he wants to plunder his genes

Mexiling sat there motionless, and the whole person seemed to be covered with a layer of solid ice, so that when Joey picked up his mood and came up from the bottom of the valley, he only felt the cold.