Dongfang Xing hugged her and said lightly, "I don't want to be drowned by your tears."

"Whoever made you such an asshole, who wants to drink your stinky blood, next time you force me, I will break up with you. Did you hear that, I will really break up with you." Xiahou Huan'er stared at her vowedly Looking at him, but she obviously didn't know how cute and cute she looked when she said this, it would not be an exaggeration to say that she was acting like a baby.

He was silent again, and pressed her tightly in his arms, stroking her back with his palms one after another.

After tossing for a long time, Xiahou Huan'er was already weak, but after a while, she fell into a coma again.

Before dawn, Dongfang Xing recovered a little strength and started on the road again.

Time is life, and he knew very well that Xiahou Huan'er could not last long with his blood alone, so he had to fight for the shortest possible time to leave the desert.

But God did not care for them.

While walking that day, there was a sudden strong wind, billowing dust, dark sky, and dull thunder from time to time.

Dongfang Xing was startled secretly, this is the rhythm of the sandstorm coming.

He immediately hugged Xiahou Huan'er tightly and ran wildly in the sand and dust.

However, human power cannot compete with the plundering of nature after all. The wind and sand are like a thunderbolt, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, and everything is buried by the sand and dust.

[-]-[-]

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Hou Huan'er woke up in severe pain.

Immediately, a childish voice that was somewhat familiar and full of joy came from my ear: "Brother, sister Huan'er is awake, she is awake."

Another man's voice sounded: "Well, she'll be fine when she wakes up, don't worry you kid."

She opened her eyes suddenly, and found that she was lying on the bed, and there was a half-beast wolf lying on the bed, staring at her for a moment, and beside him stood a tall and handsome young man.

She blinked, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

It turned out to be the half-beast wolf child Weiwei and the leader of the beast-wolf tribe, Dexia, whom she had rescued in the hospital last time.

Are they saved?Where is Dongfang Xing?

Seeing her staring at them in a daze, Weiwei asked worriedly, "Sister Huan'er, are you okay?"

Xiahou Huan'er opened her dry mouth, and asked hoarsely, "Where is the person with me?"

Weiwei bit his lower lip, and said with a strange expression: "Uncle Bing Cube is in the next room."

"I'm going to see him." Xiahou Huan'er's heart skipped a beat, she immediately threw off the quilt on her body, turned over and got out of bed, but staggered weakly.

"Be careful." Dixia immediately reached out to support her.

"Sister Huan'er, the doctor said that your body is very weak, you need to rest more." Weiwei said worriedly.

"She'll be fine." Dexia reached out and stroked 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 wouldn't feel at ease without seeing him.

In the next room, Dongfang Xing lay motionless on the bed.

Dixia helped her to the bed and sat down, then pulled Weiwei away with a worried face, leaving space for them.

He was thin, dark, haggard, and weak.

Even in a coma, his brows were still furrowed, and his indifferent and thin handsome face was still awe-inspiring and domineering.

He is the corpse king, even if he falls down, as weak as an ordinary person, he is still majestic, stern, sacred and inviolable.

Xiahou Huan'er took his palm and held it in her own. It was cold, and her heart couldn't help throbbing in pain.

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