Devil President, Don't Bite Me

From this day on, the hard to repair relationship returned to the freezing point. Mexiling seldom spoke, his face was cold, and his eyes always seemed to float with a little ice and snow, which was unusually cold.

Joey knew that he had made him sad. It was more unacceptable for him to steal his genes than to stab him. When the plan was set, it was perfect. She didn't think so much. She just mixed with the best genetic mutants to steal a seed. When the embryo was mature and landed, he gave it to Du Beizheng. Naturally, he would have a way to extract excellent genes to cultivate and improve the people.

At that time, she didn't recognize mexiling. She just thought he was a stranger and stole his genes and left. How ever did she think it would involve feelings, and their feelings... Beyond her imagination, it was the most unbreakable net in the world. Once he was caught, he could never get away. Mexiling is like this. She is not.

But when it comes to children, Joey suddenly realizes that she is wrong. It is not only a good embryo, but also the child of her and mexiling. It is their crystallization. If she really comes to that step, how can she bear to let him die?

At the beginning of the plan, she and Du Beizheng imagined all kinds of troubles, unable to sneak in, unable to wake up, or found and chased, but they never wavered. Even when she just woke up, she still wanted a child and ended all this quickly.

She is neither a pure werewolf nor a pure human. She is a combination of the two. When Su Zhuang Zuo transformed her, she specially enhanced her conception feeling just in case. When she woke up completely and combined with mexiling, she can feel that the seed fell into her fertile soil. She believed that it would soon sprout and take root and become what she wanted, but it failed.

She quickly accepted the result, even a little relaxed. She knew she deserved it, so she silently accepted Su Xuandong's trial and was burned to death. She was not afraid, but now the trial from mexiling made her very anxious.

After a long time of looking up, mexiling sat on the adjacent sand dune and looked at her from a distance. Her thin and strong figure looked particularly lonely in the moonlight.

Joey felt that he could understand him very well. A man who grew up alone had no self but only people. One day, he finally had emotional sustenance, paid wholeheartedly, believed wholeheartedly, and finally got betrayal. He must be thinking that her passion for him in bed is not because of love, but to steal his genes. Those beautiful pictures of spring breeze have now become deception and jokes.

She doesn't want to explain and can't explain. This is the end they deserve. Let him hate her. Hatred can make a person full of power.

They walked on for three days in silence. Even the barbecue noticed the heaviness of the atmosphere. They honestly followed Joey's feet and didn't dare to make mischief.

Corresponding to the dull atmosphere was the harsh environment. After walking for several days, I didn't see any oasis or water source. There was less and less food and water on mexiling's shoulders. Their daily distribution of dried meat was reduced from five to three, and the of roast meat was directly reduced to one.

Sometimes when Joey saw it squeaking with hunger, he couldn't bear to give it his own piece. Whenever this happens, mexiling will silently hand over another piece. Joey is embarrassed. He feels that he has broken the rules and has a long way to go. Everything is unknown. In this case, if the regulations are not strictly implemented, they may not be able to go out alive.

So the next time she secretly fed the barbecue, she avoided moxiling, but he seemed to have eyes behind him. She just threw the dried meat to the barbecue. He raised his hand and immediately threw a piece. Joey knew that he had saved it from his share. The body of the genetically mutated person had energy storage and could not eat or drink for several days. He let the food out. It was reasonable, but she seemed powerless to refuse.

Eight days later, everyone's ration was reduced to a piece of dried meat. Mexiling usually didn't eat, or only half a piece. Save it and give it to Joey in the evening. Barbecue is also hungry and listless. Rao is like this. Mexiling always stares at it and forbids it to ask Joey for food.

Joey looked at his little face getting sharper and sharper. He was distressed, but there was nothing he could do. He was about to run out of food, so he had to hold on. She cheered up the barbecue every day, said some encouraging words, and even promised that as long as it could insist on walking out of the desert, she would let it eat meat and vomit every day.

Moxi Ling looked down at her. She was the only one who could joke at this time. Silently, he took a small half bowl of water and handed it over.

Joey was thirsty during the day, but she endured it all the time. She didn't like drinking water in the sun. She felt that the water would trickle down and disappear before smacking a little cool. She'd better drink it at night. Take a small sip, and the cool water slid down her throat and eyes and flowed into her dry internal organs.

"You drink too," she handed back the small bowl.

"I'm not thirsty." Men are faint.

"But you haven't drunk water for three days. Even if you have energy storage, you've reached the limit. Drink some." She insisted.

Mexiling glanced at her, didn't answer the bowl, and took a sip directly into the water bag. The big sheepskin bags are now shriveled, and there is only water in some slightly raised places.

Joey knew he was pretending. He went to open the water bag, took half a bowl, handed it to him and said sincerely, "moxiling, please drink some, and I expect to follow you out of the desert."

Moxi Ling stared at her, and something seemed to be melting in her cold eyes. Half a ring, he finally took it, Gulu a few mouthfuls, put the last mouthful on the ground, and then turned to look at the barbecue.

The barbecue was thirsty. Seeing the water, he couldn't help coming up, but the small bowl was placed at the foot of mexiling. It didn't dare to go over and looked at him timidly.

Mexiling was impatient to tease the little animal and ignored it with a cold face.

The barbecue asked Joey for help again. Joey put the bowl in front of it and said softly, "it's for you. Drink it boldly and safely."

The barbecue licked up with its head down. It licked the small bowl very clean. There was no waste of a drop of water. It smacked its mouth. Joey patted its head, "go and play by yourself."

Barbecue drink water, come to the spirit, sprinkle small short legs to roll in the sand.

Joey sat with her knees folded and watched the barbecue amuse herself. After a while, she turned her head and whispered, "moxiling, can we really go out?"

This is the second time she asked this question. When she asked it for the first time, she was obsessed with the love between children and women. This time, it was a severe problem of survival. In the face of life and death, all love and hate seemed powerless.

"Yes." Mexiling looked up at her, "I won't let you die here."

After the cold war, this was the first time they looked at each other closely, without evasion, embarrassment and calm.

Joey smiled. "I believe you can do it."

People are always hopeful, and they are always crushed by the ruthless reality. Fifteen days later, they see nothing except the endless sand dunes. At this time, they have run out of ammunition and food, dried meat and water. Mexiling didn't throw away the sheepskin bag and still put it on his shoulder. There was nothing left, but he couldn't live without faith. He believed that tomorrow, they would find water.

The sand under his feet is getting softer and softer. He hardly goes in half a leg. There is no lizard in this dune area, not to mention snakes and gerbils. The hot sun is more wanton and makes their hair dizzy. Nevertheless, mexiling indulges in looking for food and water everywhere every day, but it takes a lot of physical strength and energy. Later, he probably knows that this is a barren land, No more effort.

His eyes stayed on the barbecue for a long time. Joey was shocked. Several times she drove the barbecue away with mexiling on her back, but the barbecue was ungrateful. Even if she didn't eat or drink, it would follow her.

Until one day, Joey fainted and fainted. In her confusion, she heard the creaking sound of the barbecue. She woke up and saw moxiling pinching the barbecue's neck and tightening it slowly.

She rushed over, grabbed the barbecue, and even fell on the sand dune with the fox. She looked at mexiling piteously. Her voice was too dumb to make a voice, "don't kill it."

Mexiling squatted down and looked at her deeply. "If you don't eat it, it can't live."

"Life and death are life, but it," Joey gasped, "it can't die in my hand." She has missed once. She doesn't want to make the same mistake in her life.

Mexiling was silent, just looking at her.

"Promise me not to kill it." Joey clung to his arm and asked stubbornly, "promise me."

Joey's hands were too dirty to see the color. Because of the sun and lack of water, his skin looked rough and dark, but the softness was not reduced when he put it on his arm.

He took down his little hand and held it in his palm. He cautiously promised her, "OK."

Joey pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to laugh. There was a hard skin on his dry lips, as if he had cut several small cuts, which made moxiling's eyes gradually sink.

"Can you hold on?" He asked.

"Yes." The woman answered weakly, but her eyes were clear and firm.

Mexiling picked her up and glanced at the barbecue. "If you want me not to kill it, I'll keep my promise, or I'll eat it as soon as you die."

"I will, I will hold on until I get out of the desert," said Joey, leaning half on him, his voice getting lower and lower. "Moxiling, I owe you too much. I'll give it back to you when I go back. You can do whatever you want. I promise I won't complain. I'm sorry for you, mexiling, I'm sorry for you... "

"Don't talk," moxiling half hugged her. "It's not too late to go out with your life. If you leave your life here, you really owe me."

Joey walked for a while, and his body always slipped down. Moxiling had to carry her on his back, and his small body lay on his back, as light as if it had no weight. It seemed that a gust of wind would dissipate. Mexiling's heart tightened for no reason. He tightly clasped her leg, held her hip and locked her firmly on himself.

Looking at the endless yellow sand in front, moxiling regretted. Was he wrong?