Pen fairy is always called

The orange-red flame dispelled some of the darkness, and Ke Jing sat aside with his legs bent, and added another corroded cushion to the fire.

The flames grew slightly stronger, and he put his sore and limp hands close to the flames to keep warm. He exhausted his strength dragging Clowell from the sand into the abandoned spaceship, and rubbed the metal to ignite the fire. Now his whole body is almost limp. .

Clowell was still in a coma. Ke Jing searched all over the spaceship to find two old clothes. These two clothes were very old and the material was not good. They could be easily torn into strips. He helped him treat the wound a little bit. Wrapped tightly with cloth strips, seeing that the wound finally stopped bleeding, he let out a sigh of relief.

He was wearing a jacket soaked in Clowell's blood, and he stared at the fire in front of him lazily. His brain, which had been running at high speed, could finally stop quietly and slowly plan the next road.

In this deserted desert, it is difficult for Ke Jing to escape alone, let alone a comatose and injured Demon King.

What worries him the most is that although he himself feels uncomfortable without eating or drinking, he can't die, but can Clowell not eat or drink?

he does not know.

Ke Jing didn't dare to judge rashly. Originally, he thought that His Majesty the Demon King could travel through time and space at will, and would never fall from a high altitude. In the end, not only did he fall, but he was also seriously injured, not only seriously injured, but also fell into a coma.

Flames flickered in his pupils, and his eyes darkened slightly. Even though he knew he would be injured, Clowell saved him without hesitation.

As long as I live, I will never let you die!He secretly swears in his heart.

The night in the desert was extremely cold. Although the interior cabin of the spaceship could play a certain role in heat preservation, Ke Jing still felt very cold. When he moved to the side of Clowell, he found that his body was trembling slightly.

Sighing silently, he lit the wax for his integrity.Ke Jing took off his dirty clothes without hesitation, and his naked body shivered in the cold air. He carefully avoided the wound on Clowell's body. His majesty's clothes were also taken off cleanly.

Ke Jing hugged Clowell sideways, his limbs intertwined and his skin touching.Clowell's body temperature was lower than Ke Jing's, and he couldn't help shivering slightly, but hugged him even tighter, trying to transmit the heat of his body to Clowell.

Anyway, I won't freeze to death.Ke Jing comforted herself silently.

With the old seat cushions under her body, only two thin clothes covering her body, and hugging the cold big man, Ke Jing dozed off for a while, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and she also fell asleep.

It was already noon the next day when Ke Jing woke up again, and Clowell still didn't wake up, but his hands and feet entangled Ke Jing even tighter.

It took Ke Jing a lot of effort to break free from Clowell's arms.

The temperature during the day is relatively high, and he already has sticky sweat on his body. The clothes are full of blood and sweat, and it is very uncomfortable to wear on his body. Because the wound cannot be suffocated under high temperature, he decisively wrapped the clothes in Clowell. The bandages were removed from the wound.

The wound was no longer bleeding, but it still looked hideous.Clowell's entire back was covered in bruises. The large area of ​​bruises and scratches were only trivial matters. What was more serious was the two large gaps in the bone that could be seen deep down, which made Ke Jing's heart skip a beat.

He pushed back Clowell's disheveled forehead, revealing his concealed face.

Clowell's face was bloodless, and the once plump red lips were slightly pale, and had begun to crack and peel due to lack of water.His breathing was very weak and intermittent, as if he would die in the next second.

Ke Jing gently stroked his dry lips, gritted his teeth, gently placed him on the ground, and turned to go to the piece of metal he found last night.

"C--"

The fracture of the metal sheet was very sharp, and with just a light swipe, deep wounds appeared on Ke Jing's arm.

He opened Clowell's lips with the other hand, and put the wound on his arm close to his lips, allowing the blood that gushed out quickly to flow smoothly into Clowell's mouth.

Ke Jing's attention was all on feeding the blood, and he didn't notice that the moment the first drop of blood entered Clowell's throat, a wisp of black mist instantly rose from the wound on his back, and those tiny wounds began to scab.

"This is the life-saving grace of me." Ke Jing mocked himself palely, trying to divert his attention from the pain in his arm, "But if you treat me like this, I will definitely treat you as my best brother in the future. "

It's really gratifying to congratulate, His Majesty the Demon King won the first battle and successfully became the most important person in Ke Jing's heart.

Ke Jing's self-healing ability has become stronger and stronger. In the beginning, it took two hours for this kind of wound to heal from appearance to healing, but now it takes less than an hour for the wound to heal completely by itself, and there is no trace of it.But this also has disadvantages. For example, now, such a large wound stops bleeding and starts to scar in less than 20 seconds.

Ke Jing was about to cry, but he tremblingly held the metal plate against the wound again, and the blood continued to flow out. The pain was indescribable.

"Hey...brother, I have worked hard to give you some nutrition."

After repeating this, after more than ten seconds, Ke Jing was going to make another stab at the wound, until he felt that his brain was a little lack of oxygen, and Ke Jing moved his arm away from Clowell's lips in a dizzy manner.

It is estimated that [-] milliliters should be enough.

"Are you a demon king or a vampire?" Ke Jing saw that Clowell's face quickly improved after drinking the blood, and he couldn't help talking to himself in surprise, "Why did you drink blood, just like taking a magic elixir? Rejuvenated quickly."

The only response to him was deathly silence.

Ke Jing was a little disheartened. He thought that awakening the magical human-shaped mecha would be another village, but he didn’t know that there was no village or a cliff. Now, no one has no water, no food, no transportation, no communication equipment. go out.

What if I was summoned away and the seriously injured Demon King was left here alone?

Ah...Ke Jing, Ke Jing, aren't you very smart?Find a way!Ke Jing tapped his forehead twice irritably, flustered and clueless.

"Huh..." Crowell, who was in a coma, suddenly groaned.

Ke Jing immediately leaned close to his face and called nervously in a low voice: "Ville...Ville."

Clowell's eyelids trembled a few times, and finally opened.

"Ke Jing..." His voice was hoarse as if cut by a knife, and he was taken aback. He tried to moisten his throat with saliva, but found that his mouth was so thirsty that he couldn't secrete a single drop of water.

"I..." Clowell suddenly realized something was wrong, and rolled his tongue twice in his mouth, making sure it wasn't his illusion. There was a sweet and strong smell of blood in his throat.

"How long have I been in a coma?"

Ke Jing helped him to sit up, and replied casually, "Probably one day and one night."

Clowell's eyes darkened, and he touched his back with his backhand, which startled Ke Jing.

"What are you doing! Do you want to die?" Ke Jing grabbed his hand and looked at him reproachfully, wondering if this action would hurt the wound?What if the wound collapses again?

Thinking of this, Ke Jing looked at his back worriedly, but the next second his eyes widened in surprise.

The large and small wound on Clowell's back has almost healed. There are no scars, only faint marks can be seen, and the two deep gaps where the bone can be seen have also begun to scar.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily to stroke, his fingertips lingering on the half-healed back, and secretly sighed in his heart: It really is the devil, he said that the magic power fades and cannot heal itself, so he only slept for a day and a night, such a serious injury is almost healed.

Clowell stared at his profile, with complex and bottomless emotions in his silver-blue eyes.

"You made me drink your blood." It's not a question, but an affirmative statement.

Clowell's tone was too calm, which made Ke Jing feel uneasy. He hesitated and said, "Uh...you were short of water at that time, and I could recover blood quickly, so--"

Clowell's pupils tightened, and he could already guess what would happen next.The voice of this high-cold demon king who is not easy to show his emotions is trembling imperceptibly at this moment, "Your self-healing ability is so strong, why...how do you keep bleeding?"

Thinking of this, Ke Jing felt that his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys were hurting at the same time, so it shouldn't be too painful to keep making up for himself!He was also very curious about how he did it. Could it be that the brotherhood was like a raging fire that burned his reason and pain?But as long as you know this kind of thing, don't tell Clowell.

"I don't know, it just keeps flowing anyway." Ke Jing pretended to spread his hands easily, and planned to say a few teasing words with a smile, but when he caught a glimpse of Clowell's expression, his heart sank for no reason. was also swallowed.

Clowell looked at Ke Jing's face inch by inch, and there was a deep dark light in his silver-blue pupils.He grabbed Ke Jing's arm, and slowly stroked it with his fingers.

It was less than an hour since Ke Jing cut his arm, and there were still obvious scar marks on his arm. After being touched by Clowell like this, he felt extremely itchy, and couldn't help but want to shrink back, "What are you doing?"

"Don't move." Clowell held Ke Jing's wrist vigorously, his voice was low and hoarse, "Does it hurt?"

Like all injured men who will say 'no pain' when asked if it hurts, Ke Jing replied firmly: "It doesn't hurt!"

Clowell immediately gave him a cold look, and when Ke Jing didn't know why, he suddenly pulled Ke Jing's arm up, and bit the unhealed wound fiercely.

That bite was extremely hard, not only leaving two deep tooth marks, but also directly splitting the fragile scar, leaving bright red blood again.

"Ci'ao!" Ke Jing was in excruciating pain. Regardless of whether Clowell was a wounded person or a good brother, he kicked over and pulled his arm back forcefully, but His Majesty the Demon King's hand was too strong, and Ke Jing Jing Leng pulled his wrist red but didn't pull it back.

"What are you doing?" Ke Jing gritted his teeth and popped out a few words.You don't have to do this if you want to drink blood, so bloody and brutal, do you still have a little humanity... No, you are not human, of course you have no humanity!

Clowell didn't answer, but stared at Ke Jing's eyes coldly, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts!" Ke Jing stared at him viciously, "It hurts to death!"

"Since it hurts, don't do such a stupid thing next time." Clowell looked at him fixedly, with a deep voice.

Not to be outdone, Ke Jing stared back, feeling extremely wronged.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Clowell sighed helplessly, his eyes softened, he gently wiped the blood on Ke Jing's arm, and said after a while, "Even if it's for me, don't hurt yourself."

Ke Jing was made very uncomfortable by his affectionate attitude, and couldn't help but refute: "That's not because you saved me, and I just hurt at the time, and nothing will happen afterwards."

Clowell let go of his wrist, gently rubbed the red marks on it, smiled bitterly silently, and said in a low voice: "I should save you...you don't have to save me."

"Why should you save me, but why shouldn't I save you?"

Clowell paused, his expression froze. He slowly raised his eyes to look directly at Ke Jing's pupils, and asked almost seriously, "Are you sure you want to know?"