Rules for surviving the apocalypse for sickly beauties

Cang Mingzhu did not sleep peacefully in his sleep, his brows were furrowed and he seemed to be in pain.

He was seriously injured, and the wound was washed away by the rain. I don't know if it was infected, but if symptoms like high fever appear now, tonight may be very difficult.

The effect of the anesthetic was too strong. He had to dilute the effect of the anesthetic a little to force Cang Mingzhu to wake up.

Teng Xiyan moved Cang Mingzhu to his lap, gently opened his mouth, and used a dagger to cut another cut on his wrist.

His face, which had recovered a little, suddenly turned pale. Teng Xiyan gritted his teeth and moved the blood dripping from his wrist to Cang Mingzhu's mouth. He pinched his wrist with his other hand and forced the blood to be squeezed out from the wound.

The rain outside was pattering, hitting the ruins above their heads, and the rain was dripping from the cracks, making a ticking sound.

"Cang Mingzhu, if you die here, I won't be buried with you."

The bright red blood dyed Cang Mingzhu's lips a bright color, but he seemed to be in a nightmare at the moment and could not hear the outside world.

"Cang Mingzhu, I don't want to owe anyone my life." Teng Xiyan's throat rolled up and down, and his pale lips pursed into a straight line.

He wrapped his wrist with a bandage, sat Cang Mingzhu up, leaned his back against his arms, and surrounded Cang Mingzhu with his own body temperature.

Jiaojiao consciously jumped into Cang Mingzhu's arms and found a comfortable position.

"Cang Mingzhu, I didn't take advantage of you."

He folded his hands and hugged Cang Mingzhu's hot body tightly, reaching out to touch his forehead from time to time. The high fever continued until the second half of the night.

The sound of rain gradually subsided, and Jiaojiao, who was sleeping in Cang Mingzhu's arms, suddenly became hairy, her whole waist stood up, and her eyes were fixed on the outside of the ruins.

"Meow!" Jiaojiao let out a huffing sound in her throat, her body and eyes tensely staring outside.

Teng Xiyan's half-closed eyes instantly lifted. He gently placed Cang Mingzhu on the ground near the inside, took out the gun on his waist, and pointed it at the outside of the ruins.

The darkness of night and the sound of rain covered up all the movement outside, and the sound of water drops in the cracks was as unbearable as a countdown.

"It's fatal."

Teng Xiyan stared at the two yellow mutant dogs with fangs at the door of the ruins. He was half-kneeling on the ground, pointing the gun in his hand at one of them. The moment his figure was revealed, the bullet came out.

Following the whisper, Jiaojiao suddenly pounced on the other mutant dog, baring her sharp fangs and biting its neck. The mutant dog was knocked down by Jiaojiao, and they were instantly entangled.

Another mutated dog that was hit by a bullet fell to the ground, whimpering in pain. Teng Xiyan decisively aimed at its skull and fired a second shot.

Another mutated dog, even bigger than before, rushed out from the rain curtain surrounded by darkness, and suddenly pounced on Teng Xiyan. The gun in Teng Xiyan's hand was shot down to the ground, and his whole body was pressed by the mutated dog under his belly. He kicked the mutated dog's abdomen with his legs, and grabbed the mutated dog's open fangs with both hands.

The whole person was completely crushed and had no way to resist. Teng Xiyan glanced at Cang Mingzhu next to him.

Don't let the mutants hurt him, or he will really die!

He pushed the mutated dog's abdomen with his legs, using all his strength to create a space. He suddenly put his legs on its abdomen and tilted his head slightly to avoid the biting fangs.

He turned over and grabbed the brick on the side, and smashed it towards the mutated dog's nose with all his strength. He hit it more than ten times. Seeing that the mutated dog was dying after being hit, he reached out and hooked the dagger on the ground, and gave him the final blow. .

A yellow figure leapt up from his side and pounced on Cang Mingzhu beside him.

Teng Xiyan's heart skipped a beat, and he rolled his body directly into the mutated dog that rushed towards Cang Mingzhu. His body hit the wall together with the mutated dog, and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Cang Mingzhu, if you don't get better, I really can't save you!"

Although Teng Xiyan said this, he still ignored the severe pain in his body, got up from the ground, rolled on the mutated dog, and stabbed down hard with his dagger.

The mutated dog struggled violently and threw Teng Xiyan down, cutting his arm with its sharp claws.

His body froze for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and stabbed the mutated dog in the eye with a dagger regardless of the pain in his arm. However, the mutated dog seemed to be going crazy, opened its fangs wide, and bit Teng Xiyan's head.

Teng Xiyan's hand stopped, and suddenly he had no strength to struggle.

"boom!"

A gunshot sounded from above his head, and the mutated dog fangs stopped ten centimeters away from Teng Xiyan, motionless, and suddenly fell on top of him.

Teng Xiyan was stunned, pushed the mutated dog away, and slowly sat up, his expression still a little dazed.

He turned around, a pair of dark and quiet eyes stared at him, his face was still pale, Cang Mingzhu was half leaning against the wall, and the smell of blood lingered on his lips.

"Why don't you run."

Teng Xiyan still looked at him without speaking, but his fingers couldn't stop trembling.

Cang Mingzhu pursed her lips, stood up slowly, endured the severe pain in her feet, walked to Teng Xiyan, squatted down, reached out to hold his bleeding wrist, and lowered her eyes without saying a word.

There were scratches from the mutated dog's claws on his arms and legs. The bandage wrapped around his wrist was stained red with blood, and the bandage was wrapped upwards.

He found another bandage and took it off on his hand. Two bright red knife marks fell into his eyes, and there were also many scars scratched by gravel on the palm of his hand.

Teng Xiyan has been motionless from just now, like a porcelain doll that has lost its soul.

After wrapping the bandage, Cang Mingzhu raised his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, but not so coldly: "Are you scared?"

Teng Xiyan's eyes moved, and the back of his cold hand suddenly covered Cang Mingzhu's forehead, and his clear voice was hoarse: "You still have a fever."

Cang Mingzhu was also frightened by his actions for a moment, and Jiaojiao walked in with the smell of blood, squatting aside and licking the dirty hair on her body vigorously.

"I'm fine. I'll take care of your wound first." Cang Mingzhu's expression suddenly flashed with confusion, but he couldn't see each other's expressions clearly in the darkness.

Teng Xiyan took the bandage on his hand and put it on his back: "I'll do it myself."

Cang Mingzhu took back her hand hanging in the air, pursed her lips and looked at his back.

"Thank you." Cang Mingzhu looked away, but the smell of blood in his mouth had not dissipated.

Teng Xiyan lowered his eyes and finished bandaging the wounds on his body without saying a word. He adjusted his breathing before turning his head and sitting next to him. He smiled and said, "If you thank me, how about you show me your abdominal muscles?"

"..." Cang Mingzhu said nothing.

Teng Xiyan touched Jiaojiao next to him and curled his lips: "Forget it if you don't let me see you. Anyway, when you fainted, I had already seen your whole body."

He felt the blood of the person next to him suddenly solidify, his eyes glazed over for a moment, then he turned to stare at him and opened his lips, but no sound came out.