"Water Water"

"Please, give me some water!" The vast desert, the dead sea of sand. Le - the text is majestic, quiet, with a straight face, always giving you a monotonous color: red, red, always a scorching red. It is as if nature has frozen the turbulent waves and the empty angry waves here in an instant, making it stand still forever.

Gordon has stepped out of the White Desert and has now stepped into the Red Desert.

The scorching sun is like fire, and the blood-colored desert has now become a steamer. Gordon was sweating profusely, walking step by step on the desert.

But in such a scorching desert, who is constantly eager to complain?

"Woo please, give me some water!" Xiaocao, named Lin Shiyu, began to complain again.

Gordon was silent, and only silent, and didn't pay any attention to it. They had been walking in the desert for two days, and the water had already been drunk.

For two days, almost all the water was drunk by grass, and Gordon drank almost only a little. But now it's complaining again.

"Woo, I'm so thirsty!" begged the grass, "if I don't drink any more water, I'll probably die!"

"I'm sorry," Gordon said through gritted teeth, "I didn't expect you to be thirsty so easily!"

"You finally spoke," Xiaocao said in surprise, "You promised to give me water?"

"I'm sorry, I can't give you water!" Gordon seemed to feel some pain in his heart.

"Why?" Xiaocao's words trembled, and it was really scared. It doesn't understand why Gordon doesn't give it water to drink?

"Because we're out of water!" Gordon was reluctant to say, but it was.

"Is there no water?" Xiaocao was a little sad. It's simple and easy to believe in other people's words. Unfortunately, Gordon was an honest man. Because now there is really no water.

"Hmm!" Gordon suddenly turned his head to look at the grass on his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you die, since I promised you, I will definitely do it!"

"I'm sorry!" Xiaocao suddenly apologized. "It's me who has caused you!" The four-petaled Heavenly Creation Colorful Leaf now has three petals withered and yellow, and its words are now weak and intermittent.

Gordon didn't answer it again, but strode forward. In this situation, one less word can be more vigorous.

The vast desert, where is the end, the devil's domain, the devil's domain, even if you are inhabited by demons, I will not hesitate to walk in.

When the sun went down and the moon rose again, Gordon was still walking in the desert. Look far away. A man came from the edge of the sky, and went to the edge of the sky.

His steps were slow, but he walked steadily.

He hadn't eaten a drop of water since yesterday, and the blazing sun had almost squeezed all the remaining water out of his body.

"Little Grass"

"Little Grass"

"Lin Shiyu"

Gordon called softly as he walked. He didn't want the grass to sleep, he wanted to hear it.

The moon tonight is round and bright, and the whole desert is dyed with a beautiful glow.

But Gordon's heart was as cold as the desert at night. The empty desert, at this time there was only his voice.

Xiaocao seems to have fallen asleep.

Gordon didn't dare to think about it, his steps had stopped. By the moonlight, he held the grass on his shoulders in his arms, looked at it carefully, and put it on the ground.

The fourth petal of the Heavenly Creation Colorful Leaf also began to wither and yellow, and his brow was already furrowed.

Does it die when it completely withers?

Gordon thought, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

"Little grass—" Gordon called softly again.

No one answered.

A gust of wind blew suddenly, and he suddenly felt a chill on his spine. The watery moonlight shone on his bronzed face, and there was an indescribable bitterness.

One of his index fingers had been straightened at some point, and it had turned pitch black. He stared at Xiaocao, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The atmosphere around him was suddenly terrifyingly quiet at this time, and only the sound of "boom-" was heard.

Suddenly, there was a metal crash, and his index finger stabbed on his arm, which bounced back in an instant.

Gordon looked at his black and iron-colored skin, his eyes were already bloodshot, and suddenly yelled, "Get out of here!"

The black iron skin quickly faded, and just as the black iron skin had faded, his fingers stabbed out again.

Only this time I didn't hear the sound of metal clashing, but the sound of an awl piercing into the flesh.

"Poof—"

A bloody arrow erupted, hitting the leaves of the grass and instantly submerging into its body. Then the second and third shots, and when the third shoots, Gordon seems to hear the grass again.

"Water Water"

He moved his wound over the grass, and blood flowed down the wound, dripping onto the grass's four-petaled Heavenly Creation Colorful Leaves.

Gordon has understood that only in this way can Xiaocao live. And as long as it can live, what does it matter if it leaves a little blood.

"Gordon, is that you?" Xiaocao seemed to wake up, "Did you find the water?"

The grass's sluggish voice was full of incomprehension.

"Drink!" Gordon laughed, "Drink it and you'll be fine!"

"Hmm!"

Gordon squeezed his arm with his hand, trying to get as much blood as he could. When the blood touched Xiaocao's body, it didn't enter.

After a few moments, Gordon finally heard the grass's voice of satisfaction.

"Well, that's it. ”

Gordon heard this before he stopped. Suddenly, by accident, he fell to the ground.

"It seems to be a little too much blood. He smiled bitterly in his heart, and only then did he realize that he had lost too much blood.

After being moistened by blood, the grass has regained its brilliance, and two of its four petals have regained their luster through the four petals. The colorful auspicious light has also added a lot of color.

"What's wrong with you?" said the grass suddenly, its voice full of horror. It seems to be able to see again.

"It's okay! just a fall. Gordon smiled and got up from the ground.

"Your arm?" Xiaocao frightened, "it's bleeding?"

"It's just a small thing, the sand has broken through!"

Gordon ripped a piece of clothing from his body and tied the wound with his teeth, and the blood was now gone. He bent down, put the grass back on his shoulder, and walked forward.

He couldn't delay any longer, he had to rush to the Devil's Domain immediately, or they would all die in the desert.

"Let's go!" Gordon smirked as he turned his head to the grass on his shoulder.

"Hmm!" the voice was crisp like a yellow warbler out of the valley.

"You're finally getting a little angry!" Gordon laughed as he walked.

"Then thanks to your water!" Xiaocao also 'giggled'. "Well, by the way, where did you get your water?" it suddenly stopped smiling again, "and it tastes a little weird." ”

"It's mine" Gordon suddenly found the question difficult to answer, painfully, but he couldn't help but answer.

"What's yours?"

"It's my boo!" said Gordon, in an idea. Although Xiaocao speaks human words, and there is still a look, it is still Xiaocao after all. Since it is a small grass, then this is not the best natural nourishment for them.

In fact, he still has a shhh The only water on my body is blood.

But when he said this, he regretted it in his heart. Because he had already heard the sound of the grass vomiting.

"You scoundrel, you actually gave me that kind of thing. Xiaocao was already crying, and she was crying very aggrieved, like a girl who had been robbed of her virginity.

"But you've drunk it!" Gordon burst out laughing, tears of laughter coming out of his eyes, as if he had never heard such a joke, and the grass didn't even drink shhhhhhhh

"You can still laugh," Xiaocao was already angry when she heard Gordon's laughter, "If, if, I know it's your boo, I will never drink it." ”

"If you don't drink, you'll die!"

"Even if you die, I won't drink it!" Xiaocao said very firmly.

"But, you know, I can't watch you die. Gordon said suddenly.

Xiaocao said: "Then you can close your eyes." ”

"Close your eyes?" Gordon smiled wryly, "a good way indeed!" "How can it understand that a person's eyes can be closed, but his heart cannot be closed, and his heart will never be closed unless he dies."

Thinking of this, Gordon called out again, "Little grass"

There was no answer.

"Little grass!" he said a little louder.

"Hmph!" said the grass, "don't talk to you scoundrel." ”

"It's good, it's better not to talk. ”

Gordon laughed, and it was a good thing not to speak. Now he needs strength, and if he can save a point, it will be a point