Devil President, Don't Bite Me

Joey knows there's something strange here. This is a no man's land. This desert is more desolate than the one passed by. No one will come here and drop dried meat here, so... This oddity can only be caused by mexiling.

But no matter how much she paid attention, she didn't find any clue.

When she went to bed at night, mexiling was still half a meter away from her. Joey rolled over and said coquettishly, "don't you hold me?"

The man smiled, "isn't it hot to hold it?"

"I'm not afraid of heat."

"I'm afraid." He kissed her on the tip of the nose. "I'm afraid I can't control it."

Looking at his eyes getting hot little by little, Joey sighed and rolled back to his place. He was right. Sleeping together, he couldn't control it, and she couldn't help it. How many calories did he have to burn down, and what to fill in? She was fine. She could find the dried meat from time to time. No matter where the dried meat came from, she had something to fill her stomach. Sometimes she woke up and had a smell of blood in her mouth. She knew that it was mexiling who fed her blood while she was asleep. She objected many times, but he ignored it and continued in two days.

But he, he didn't eat anything. She also wanted to learn from him. She fed blood to his mouth while he was asleep, but he felt very alert and woke up when he touched it... He had to maintain his physical strength more than she did

She got up early the next day and found that mexiling was still sleeping, but her face was more pale than usual. She went to explore his forehead. As soon as her hand covered it, the man's eyes opened, it was clear and bright, not like sleeping.

The cold and fierce light flashed, and he resumed his gentle appearance and held her hand, "what's the matter?"

"You don't look very well. Are you uncomfortable?"

"No," he sat up and looked to the East. "The sun is coming out. Let's go."

They keep on their way these days. They don't even go to the shadow at noon. In the words of mexiling, anyway, his skin melting point is getting lower and lower, and he will be burned when he reaches a certain temperature. There's no need to waste time. It's still important to hurry.

Joey thought he was right. He almost exhausted his strength every day, so he was willing to stop and have a rest. In fact, both of them reached the limit and just wanted to take more roads. In this way, he had a greater hope.

After another two days, the always clean and tidy moxiling also changed her appearance. Her beard was torn, her face was thin, and she looked haggard, as if she was sick.

Joey was worried, anxious, and afraid that he would see it. He forced his face to laugh at him every day. They didn't even talk much. All the things that exhausted their energy were basically omitted.

But that night, moxiling sat on the sand dune, held Joey's hand and called her seriously, "Little Joe."

"I'm here," Joey said with a smile, but his heart twitched. He hadn't heard him call her like this for a long time, and he was quite sad.

"Listen to me, if we can go out of this desert together, of course. If we can't go out together, no one will stay for anyone. Promise me."

Joey suddenly had a bad hunch in his heart, "moxiling, what are you talking about? How can we separate? Didn't we swear never to separate? "

"Little Joe, we won't be separated. Even if I die, my soul will be with you, but I hope you go out alive. Living is the foundation of everything."

"What are you talking about? Are you going to die? You are a genetic mutant. Your genes are better than me. I didn't say I was going to die. How can you... "

"I know my own business. People with genetic variation have excellent genes, but the biggest disadvantage is instability. It can be the strongest or the weakest. No one's will can control it."

When he spoke, he looked a little weak and his face was terrible white.

Joey hugged him. "Stop it. I won't leave you. If you die here, I die here. We are husband and wife. We share weal and woe and will never be separated."

"Little Joe!" He sank and his eyes sharpened. "I'm a genetic mutant and won't die so easily. Spiritual blood will protect my heart. If I can't, go by yourself and find Zongbo and Nuo after you go out and let them save me. On the contrary, if you can't, I will leave you and move on. Since you can reincarnate, I believe that even if you die, Wutu has a way to reincarnate you again. I can still find you and be with you, but if we all die here, we really have no hope. "

Joey was speechless by him. He just looked at him stunned and couldn't refute.

Mexiling has the wisest mind. He must have thought over all the possibilities before he came to say these words to her.

Joey reddened his eyes and glared at him fiercely. "You fed blood. Now you know you can't do it. Why did you go early? You're better than me and faster than me. You should drink my blood. Isn't it smart to let you go out and find someone? I can't think of it?"

"You don't have spirit blood protection like me. What if you really die?" The man stroked her face with cold fingers, with sadness and nostalgia in his eyes.

"Didn't you say to ask the high priest to reincarnate for me?"

"I'm not 100% sure. I dare not try." He gently rubbed her lips. "Little Joe, kiss me."

Joey's eyes were misty and he wanted to punch him hard. "Why are you like this? You're not really going to die. I won't kiss. I want to kiss me until you have your life to go out. "

Mexiling smiled and dropped his hand, "OK, I'll kiss you when I go out." He lay down. "It's light after walking all day. Go to sleep."

Joey lay down next to him and put his hand on his chest. He was so strange that she was worried that his heart would stop beating in her sleep.

They all said too much tonight. They were silent after lying down. Fatigue and weakness made Joey sleep quickly. In fact, she was always alert and didn't want to sleep too deeply. But when she opened her eyes, she found that she was no longer where she was last night and there was no moxiling around.

Her heart instantly sank into the abyss, and there were two pieces of dried meat at her feet. When she picked it up, it was slightly wet and bloodstained. Her brain exploded like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. She woke up like a dream. How could she not think that there were only her and moxiling in this place. The meat... It was clearly his

Thinking of this, she ran around like crazy. Sure enough, she found mexiling under the sand 50 meters away from her.

She shook her hands to explore his breath. Tears flowed down, but the corners of her mouth smiled. Fortunately, she didn't die, but her Qi was as weak as silk, very weak, her face was as white as paper, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and her cold lips dried up and cracked.

She rolled up his trouser legs and looked, and then pulled up his sleeve. Her eyes were nailed to her left arm. There was a concave hole in her white arm, which was gray black, scarred, overlapping and ferocious. Joey was so frightened that she covered her mouth and couldn't breathe for a long time.

It turned out that these days, she has been drinking moxiling's blood and eating his meat, so that she can survive until now

Joey slumped on the ground. She knew that things were strange, but she was too stupid to think of these. She didn't think that it was the idea in moxiling's heart.

She sat on the ground, her chest was like a hole, so uncomfortable that she wanted to cry, but it was strange that she could not shake, but no tears came out, and the dry voice came out of her throat. It sounded so strange and terrible.

She howled for a while, slowly raised her head, the sun came out, the sun shone on him, and his skin glittered with silver light. How weak he became, even the morning sun could burn him.

She lay on him and shielded him from the sun. Her numb eyes gradually became clear. She took out the two pieces of dried meat from her pocket. It was moxiling's meat and her husband's meat, but she decided to eat it. Only when she ate it, could she have strength and find a way.

She stuffed a piece into her mouth, chewed it carefully and swallowed it slowly. She is a semi ORC. She doesn't feel embarrassed to eat these raw meat. It's just painful. It's very painful. It's as painful as the time when she assassinated him. It's the pain of vertebra heart.

She didn't promise mexiling last night, so she won't do what he said. She left him and went out to find help. She was not 100% sure. She also dared not take risks.

The only thing she can do is, like the day she encountered quicksand, bite her arm and suck blood to him. Blood is a good medicine for people with genetic mutation. Her blood is even superior and will be useful to him.

The man was unconscious and clenched his teeth. She stuck his chin, broke it with her fingers rudely, avoided his sharp teeth and pushed the blood into his throat. After feeding several mouthfuls in a row, she stopped and didn't dare to feed too much. She was afraid that she would fall down, so everything would be over.

She rested for a while and turned into a wolf. Although her fur would be hotter in the sun, she was much stronger and could carry mexiling on her back.

In the vast desert, it was yellow, and the hot sun was like a stove. Joey's hair was rolled up by baking. He wished he could peel off the thick skin and be light. But with a thick soft fur, mexiling should be more comfortable. Unfortunately, a few mouthfuls of blood poured in, he was still lifeless and lay unconscious on her back.

The pace gradually became heavy. Joey gasped and refused to stop for a rest. She was afraid that once she stopped, she would never walk again. She dragged her steps laboriously. There was an endless yellow in front of her eyes. Her sight blurred, and the Yellow seemed to be twisting and flashing.

She was dizzy and buzzing in her ears, like a thousand flies flying around her ears, while the sun gradually moved west and the temperature slowly dropped. Joey was no longer walking, but climbing. Her body was crawling on the sand, biting her teeth and climbing forward bit by bit until she lost her last strength.

Turn moxiling off her back, and she herself collapsed on the ground, too tired to breathe. He didn't care about anything. He sorted out mexiling's clothes, snuggled up beside him, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Wake up early the next day, feed blood, swallow the rest of the dried meat with tears, and turn into a pack of moxiling again.

On the third day, she had nothing to eat. She still had to feed blood to moxiling. She firmly believed that if she could save him once, she would save him a second time.

The fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day... She crawled in the blazing sun every day and insisted with the tenacity that ordinary people can't imagine. Although she was dizzy and tinnitus and didn't even have the strength to stand up, she still gritted her teeth and insisted. If she couldn't insist, it was called the name of mexiling. Those three words will always be her biggest driving force.

Hold on for a while, hold on for a while, she lifted her eyelids powerlessly, looked at the fuzzy front, tried to drag her limbs, but she couldn't move forward any further. Before falling into the dark, she turned over mexiling and put a front paw on him. She thought sadly that she was going to die here.