Divorce, Mr. Shen

"???" Ning Qiuli couldn't help but mad at the system in his mind, "I'm just pointing my middle finger! May I ask how dangerous this kind of thinking will be to your main character? Is the personal safety of the players not worth being punished?" Protection? I’m about to die of hunger and thirst, don’t you care? Ah?!”

System: Quiet as a Chicken.jpg

Ning Qiuli: "What's your job number? I want to sue you!"

System: [Please pay attention to controlling the excessive emotions, otherwise the system has the right to implement electric shocks to help the players regain their composure. 】

"I, he..." Ning Qiuli forcibly suppressed the swear words that rushed to his lips, first took a deep breath, then smiled and said to the system, "The system should also pay attention to rest, please shut down early Well, good night."

System: [Okay, good night. 】

Ning Qiuli gritted his teeth and broke a few branches.After 5 minutes, he called in his mind again: "System, get up and pee before going to bed."

System: 【...Our system does not have urine. 】

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know." Ning Qiuli smiled triumphantly, and said again, "Since you're awake, just check for me, how is Shen Weixing doing now?"

【He's fine now. 】The system paused, and said, 【He asked you 37 times before you asked him. 】

Ning Qiuli: "..."

System: [If he knows that you only cared about him once, I don't know how he will feel. 】

Ning Qiuli: "...you won."

Inexplicably tricked by the system, Ning Qiuli's original bad mood became a little better, and there was even a trace of inexplicable joy that made him wonder if something was wrong with him.

How could he still feel happy in this life-and-death situation?

Unbelievable.

The crackling firewood seemed to be the best hypnotic injection. Ning Qiuli hugged his knees and looked at the firelight in front of him. Hunger and thirst gradually went away from him, and sleepiness slowly invaded his consciousness.

In the darkness, Ning Qiuli felt like a traveler walking in the boundless desert. The sun dried all the moisture in his body, and the scorching heat eroded every inch of his skin, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't even say a word. Unable to speak.

He was very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, and felt that he was going to die, and he couldn't wake up, and couldn't faint, as if his whole body was stuck in mid-air, and it became difficult to even breathe.

During this half-dream and half-awake moment, suddenly, there was a touch of cool softness on his lips, and the sweet water poured into his mouth continuously, and slowly flowed down his throat. It moistened his whole body.

In a daze, Ning Qiuli seemed to have seen Shen Weixing hugging him, and a feeling of grievance surged into his heart in an instant, he stretched out his arms to hook the man's neck, and said softly, "Why did you come... "

man:"……"

"I miss you so much..." Ning Qiuli rubbed the man's chest while speaking, "Wei Xing..."

The next second, the man slapped him to the ground.

Ning Qiuli lingered on the ground for a while, and finally gradually came to his senses. He covered his forehead and turned to look at the man whose face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He said in a hoarse voice, "You...why are you?"

"Otherwise?" Yeluxiao looked at him as if looking at a piece of garbage, "What a pity, there is no 'Weihang' here, only me, Yeluxiao."