Devil President, Don't Bite Me

The next morning, Joey was awakened by the sweet smell in his mouth. When she opened her eyes, mexiling's fingers were really bitten in her mouth again.

She opened his hand and shouted angrily, "moxiling, what are you doing? Haven't you been crazy enough yesterday?"

She had just inhaled less than two mouthfuls. This blood was not enough to support her strength for a day. Moxiling clasped her head and forced her fingers into her mouth again.

Joey refused to give in. They rolled in the sand dunes in the morning and accidentally fell into quicksand. The desert is very fine, and there are quicksand traps everywhere.

There seemed to be suction under them. They sucked them down hard. Suddenly, the yellow sand had no top, and they were all buried.

The mouth, nose and ears are full of sand. Joey can't open her eyes or breathe. She's not afraid. Sooner or later, she'll die. It doesn't matter how she dies. She's just worried about mexiling. He has a large proportion of his body and seems to sink faster. She vaguely remembers that the two were holding together at first. When they fell into quicksand, mexiling tried to hold her hand, but things happened too fast, He sank in an instant. His cold fingers slipped over her arm, leaving only a little chill. She touched everywhere, but she never touched him again.

Joey walked through the swamp and knew that quicksand and swamp were the same, but quicksand sank faster than swamp, and there was no humidity. The dry young sand sucked into the nasal cavity and adhered to the wall, itching and dry. If inhaled into the throat, it would be even more painful.

At this time, Joey was very calm. She straightened her legs very slowly, opened her arms and put them in a big shape as far as possible. Soon, she noticed that the sinking speed slowed down, and then stopped. She waited for a few seconds. Because she couldn't breathe, her face was purple, and her lungs almost burst, but she had to bear it. She had to find a way to go out and find the whereabouts of mexiling.

She was anxious, but she kept comforting herself. Moxi Ling was so powerful that she would be fine. He would be fine, but the cold he left on her arm still existed, which gave her a bad feeling.

She moved her body bit by bit and let the sand slide from the gap between her bodies. She was buried very shallow and soon saw the sun again. She was glad to see the sun at no time like now, which means she escaped the threat of death.

When the danger was relieved, she got up quickly, but the surrounding scene changed. She was originally sitting on the highest and largest sand dune, but now the sand dune moved to the flat ground, and there were more sand dunes of different sizes on the sidelines, just like who applied the soul moving method to the desert, she could not tell who was who.

The red sun was still soft, and thousands of golden lights went straight down, dyeing the yellow sand everywhere golden.

Joey stood on the sand dune and was stunned for a moment. The world was as quiet as if she was the only one left. Her unprecedented fear climbed into her heart and kept her calm for a long time. She ran around like a headless fly, opened her mouth and shouted, "moxiling - moxiling - moxiling -"

The wind carried her voice far away, but no one answered.

What should I do? Where is he? What should I do? Where is he? These two sentences are repeated in my mind, but there is no answer.

Joey still clearly remembers the moment when the dagger was inserted, the sudden pain of vertebral heart. She almost collapsed, like a walking corpse, no, history can't repeat, she can't lose him again.

She changed her body and lifted the dust with her huge tail. She had only one faith in her heart. Find him, and find him anyway.

The temperature gradually rose. The sun baked her fur as hot as fire. The light blue fluff clung together and covered with fine sand. It looked very dirty. Joey ignored it and worked hard to dig the sand. The sand dune was dug to the end. If not, change another one. Her beautiful big tail was rolled into a straight stick by the sand dust, which was beaten on the sand dunes again and again, covered with small blood marks. The four sharp claws were also polished to lose their luster, all of which were scratched by the young sand.

The yellow sand was lifted into the air by her. It was gray and fell like rain, rustling.

A quicksand changed the surrounding scene, but she tried to restore the change again with the power of only one person.

From early morning to noon, and then from noon to evening, time is flowing away, alternating between severe heat and cold. Joey was exhausted. There was no hair on his tail. He continued to beat the sand dunes like a whip. The hard shell on his claws was scraped off, which was painful. The meat palm was ground off a layer of flesh by yellow sand, dripping with blood.

Her black eyes became turbid and her body was shaky, but she couldn't stop. Stop, mexiling would die. She must not let this happen.

But she shaved away the surrounding sand dunes, and mexiling still disappeared.

Joey raised her head and made a painful roar at the bright moon in the sky. The dry hoarse roar sounded particularly terrible at night, but the moon seemed brighter, the clear light fell, her body soared, and the huge black shadow was reflected on the sand, like a beast from hell.

She firmly believed that moxiling was in the yellow sand under her feet. She lay on the ground, her limbs were axes, and her tail shook hard, turning herself into a huge mixer. Her tail drew a huge arc, and the yellow sand danced all over the sky, like a layer of light smoke. Soon a deep ditch appeared at the position where her tail moved. She estimated the height of mexiling, probably beyond the arc, so if he was below, he would be revealed.

Sure enough, when she could hardly hold on, a small piece of black rag appeared in the arc, which was mexiling's clothes.

Joyy jumped beside him, bit the cloth with her mouth and dragged it out. The yellow sand pressed on it like a hill. She didn't know whether there was really moxiling or only a piece of rag, but she couldn't give up hope. She insisted on sweeping the sand layer by layer with her bloody limbs and tail, and finally revealed the man below.

At that moment, Joey just wanted to thank God. She fell down beside him, turned back into a human shape, and groped for mexiling's breath. It didn't seem, and it seemed weak. She couldn't be sure.

The man's complexion is worse than the moonlight, and his body is actually hot, like absorbing all the heat under the sand dunes to himself. This is too abnormal for people with genetic variants.

Joey thought that their genes are always changing, which is probably another inexplicable variation.

She patted him on the face: "moxiling, wake up, wake up..."

The man didn't answer. Only the heat on his body kept rising, but it was hot. Joey was anxious. What can I do? She doesn't have any experience in gene mutation, and she doesn't know whether it's good or bad and how to deal with it. In a hurry, she remembered that her blood was very useful to mexiling. He was very unstable before. He became stable because he sucked her blood.

Since mexiling can feed her blood, she can do the same thing.

He bit his arm and put the wound against his mouth, but moxiling didn't respond. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth and slowly climbed to his neck like a blood red centipede.

She took a breath and pressed it down to mexiling. He didn't open his mouth, so she pried open his teeth and sent the blood in.

At first she had no other idea, but one mouthful after another, his tongue was stiff but hot. When she touched it, she didn't want to leave again. She tangled with him madly while he was unconscious.

When mexiling woke up, she saw Joey close at hand. She was kissing him and stirring his tongue. He was confused for a moment, but the liquid flowing down his throat made him know what was going on.

Joey is feeding him blood. She's trying to save him like him.

When his face was cold, he held her face and pulled away.

Joey's mind has been a little confused. Her mind is chaotic. She only knows to feed blood. She just wants to be with him. She is suddenly separated. She is stunned. She can laugh at the man's cold eyes. "Moxiling, it's good that you wake up." With that, his head tilted and fell into darkness.

Mexiling stared at the wound on her wrist and bit deeply. It could be seen that she was still bleeding with all her strength.

He lowered his head, covered his lips on the wound, licked it gently, and swallowed all the residual blood into his stomach again and again until the wound healed and remained intact.

He gently put her aside, and found that her limbs were injured, scraped scars, worn off the skin and flesh, revealing the blood inside. He looked puzzled. What had she experienced and how could she become like this?

Looking around again, the scene changed, and the sand dunes completely shifted from their original position. His precise brain calculated quickly. The truth gradually surfaced, and he guessed everything.

Because of his body weight, he sank quickly, and his instinctive reaction in an instant made him move too much. At that time, he wanted to catch Joey. Fortunately, he didn't catch it. Therefore, he fell into the deep and was pressed at the bottom. The aura in his body automatically opened and closed his breath for protection, but the yellow sand pressed him as hard as a mountain. Two sternum were broken, and he couldn't move or dare to move again, The heat wave at the bottom of the ground raised his temperature. He didn't eat or drink for a few days, and fed Joey blood. His body reached its limit and couldn't resist. The heat wave took advantage of it and tried to melt him under the ground.

So she saved him.

Looking back at her, I found that she had changed. She was a petite wolf. Her hair was dirty and stuck together. She couldn't see the color. There was almost no hair left on her tail. Her limbs were in a mess. One forelimb was pulled out of its claw, leaving only a broken palm.

He just wanted to do something, she changed back to human shape. In a few minutes, she changed around. Every time she changed, she frowned painfully, but she didn't wake up. After several times, she was still human and unconscious.

Mexiling studied werewolves and knew that it was because her physical strength overdrawn and hurt the yuan God, resulting in confusion in her brain, so she changed from place to place.

He looked at her blankly, with shock and pain in his eyes, then held her face and kissed her gently