Jiang Mo hissed and nodded: "Almost." ”

Hu Hu was shocked.

"So awesome?"

Jiang Mo: "That's it." "I'm quite proud.

Hua Qianjin quietly listened to their chatter, wiping the axe while listening, complaining in her heart about childishness.

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On the last day, Fuxing slept until one or two o'clock in the afternoon.

When she woke up, Qi Feng lit a small fire next to her.

No wonder she had a long, hot dream.

In her dream, she came to a desert that stretched out in the middle of nowhere.

The sun was heavy, the sand was scorching, and there was no shelter in all directions, except for her, and a half-drunk parchment water bag.

Volvo was finally awakened by thirst.

When he woke up, he gasped for breath, like a desert traveler who was desperately short of water.

"Awake?"

Qi Feng raised his eyes, said lightly, and added another piece of charcoal to the fire.

Fu Xing sat up, pressed his fingers to his temples, and mumbled.

He lowered his eyelids again and licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.

Very thirsty.

She took a bottle of mineral water out of her bag, unscrewed it, and began to drink.

Qi Feng looked at her, did not speak, and tried to maintain the fire.

Until Fu Xing took out the third bottle of mineral water from his bag.

The white-haired young man narrowed his eyes and took her wrist.

"Don't drink it."

Fu Xing paused, raised his eyes, and his sloppy dark eyes gradually gained focus.

She lowered her head, looked at the mineral water bottle next to her, and asked, "How many bottles of water have I drunk?" ”

"Two bottles."

"This is the third bottle?" Fu Xing shook the unopened bottle of mineral water in his hand and pursed his dry lips.

"Hmm." Qi Feng nodded.

Fu Xing touched his neck and said, "After drinking two bottles, my mouth is still dry, this is not normal......

"Water! Give me water! ”

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Fu Xing's thoughts.

Hu Hu snatched half of the mineral water from Jiang Mo's hand.

Jiang Mo suddenly became anxious: "That's mine!" Give it back to me! ”

The flower-armed man swung his axe: "Don't fight, the water is mine!" ”

"Give it to me!"

"Mine!"

"They ......" Fu Xing looked at Qi Feng and frowned.

"Look at the other side."

The calm gaze of the white-haired youth fell on the stands opposite.

Hearing the voice, Fu Xing followed and looked over, stunned.

Mess.

It was almost scuffled, and even Meng Qi was fighting with a player for a little water.

Lack of water......

Fu Xing fell into deep thought, and it didn't take long for him to start getting agitated.

Licking his dry lips again, his dark pupils began to dilute......

"Hmm......"

Before losing his mind, Fu Xing bit his lip hard.

The tingling sensation hit, and consciousness suddenly returned.

"Please, I know why ......"

After seeing the white-haired young man with his green pupils dilated, Fu Xing's voice stopped abruptly and he was stunned.

In the light green eyes, it seems that a layer of mist is slowly covered.

The eyes slowly lowered as they approached her.

The long black eyelashes also cast a layer of shadow under the eyelids.

"Pray?" Fu Xing frowned.

The white-haired young man didn't hear it, and approached her step by step.

The grandstand was lined up with seats, and it was hard to retreat, and after hitting the edge of the seat with his knee, Fuxing stumbled down and sank into the back of his chair.

The white-haired youth pressed forward step by step, and a sense of oppression hit, as if there was a force that restrained her hands and feet.

Fu Xing was stunned.

Meow, can't move at all.

Not only can't he move, but he even wants to kneel down and kowtow to him?

If it weren't for Qi Feng's personal ability, she would wash her hair upside down!

The young man had already bent down, pressed the back of the chair with one hand, and rested his hand on the soft seat below.

The white hair is thick, and the color of the pupils is indescribably beautiful, gloomy, but it makes people want to fall into it.