Dongfang Xing hugged her and said lightly: "I don't want to be drowned in your tears."
"Who made you such a bastard? Who wants to drink your stinking blood? If you force me again next time, I will break off our relationship with you. Did you hear that? I will really break off our relationship with you." Xiahou Huan'er vowed to stare.
She was looking at him, but she obviously didn't know how coquettish and cute she looked when she said this. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she was acting coquettishly.
He was silent again, holding her tightly in his arms, stroking her back with his hands.
After struggling for a long time, Xiahou Huan'er was already weak, and after a while, she fell into a deep sleep again.
Before dawn, Dongfang Xing regained some strength and started on the road again.
Time is life, and he knew very well that Xiahou Huan'er could not survive for long just relying on his blood. He had to fight for the shortest time to leave the desert.
But God does not favor them.
While walking that day, suddenly there was a strong wind, the dust was rolling, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and dull thunder could be heard from time to time.
Dongfang Xing was secretly surprised, this was the rhythm of the coming sandstorm.
He immediately hugged Xiahou Huan'er tightly and ran wildly in the sand and dust.
However, human strength is ultimately unable to defeat the ravages of nature. The wind and sand are like thunderous force, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth. Everywhere they hit, everything is covered by sand and dust.
One by one
I don't know how long it took before Xiahou Huan'er woke up from severe pain all over her body.
Immediately, a familiar childish voice filled with joy came to my ears: "Brother, sister Huan'er is awake, she's awake."
Another man's voice sounded: "Well, she will be fine when she wakes up. You don't have to worry, little brat."
She suddenly opened her eyes and found that she was lying on the bed. There was a half-animal wolf child lying beside the bed, staring at her for a moment. Next to him stood a tall and handsome young man.
She blinked and raised the corners of her lips slightly.
It turned out to be the half-wolf child Weiwei and the leader of the wolf tribe, Dixia, whom she saved in the hospital last time.
Are they saved? Where is Dongfang Xing?
Seeing her looking at them in confusion, Weiwei asked a little worriedly: "Sister Huan'er, are you okay?"
Xiahou Huan'er opened her dry mouth and asked hoarsely, "The person who is with me, where is he?"
Weiwei bit his lower lip and said with a strange expression: "Uncle Ice Cube is in the next room."
"I want to go see him." Xiahou Huan'er's heart suddenly shook, and she immediately lifted the quilt off her body and got out of bed, but she was so weak that she staggered.
"Be careful." Dixia immediately reached out to help her.
"Sister Huan'er, the doctor said that your body is very weak and you need to rest more." Weiwei said worriedly.
"She will be fine." Dixia reached out and touched the top of his head, then helped Xiahou Huan'er to the next room.
He could see that she was very nervous about that man, and she would not feel at ease unless she saw him.
In the next room, Dongfang Xing was lying motionless on the bed.
Dixia helped her sit down by the bed, then pulled Weiwei away who was full of worry, leaving space for them.
He became thinner, darker, haggard, and weaker.
Even in a coma, his brows were still furrowed, and his cold and thin handsome face was still awe-inspiring and domineering.
He is the Corpse King. Even if he falls and is as weak as an ordinary person, he is still majestic, cold, and sacred and cannot be violated.
Xiahou Huan'er took his hand and held it in hers. It was cold and her heart ached with pain.