There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 748 Survival Tribulation (4)
This was the first time she saw Feng Ling's embarrassed expression.

Seeing that Yang Churuo didn't drink his blood anymore and didn't waste it, Feng Ling drank his own blood from his own wrist, and then bandaged his wrist.

"You...why did you do this?" Yang Churuo trembled.

Feng Ling gave her a cold look, "I can do whatever I want."

Yang Churuo looked up, but there was still a vast expanse of yellow sand, and among the three of them, only she and Fengling were left. Yang Churuo's heart moved, "Where is Ah Ruo?"

Hearing this, Feng Ling's eyes suddenly darkened, and he said calmly, "A strong wind blew yesterday and was swept away by the strong wind."

Rolled... rolled away... how... how did it get swept away?

Yang Churuo couldn't imagine how strong the wind would be to sweep away a person.

Feng Ling said it plainly, but she knew that the strong wind was definitely stronger than she imagined.

That being the case, why is she fine?Was it Feng Ling who saved her?
In the desert, there was no food, no water, and was swept away by the strong wind. Yang Churuo knew without thinking about it. A Ruo was afraid of dying.

Once buried, there is no possibility of survival.

Although Ah Ruo was Feng Ling's subordinate, Ah Ruo treated her well and took good care of her on weekdays.Everything he did was sent by Feng Ling, and he himself never did anything bad...

Yang Churuo felt inexplicably depressed, it was not worth it for such a young man.

"Since you have strength, let's go." Feng Ling's footsteps became heavier and heavier.If it wasn't for the internal strength to support him, I'm afraid he would have fallen down by now.

Yang Churuo didn't know how long he hadn't eaten.She used to think that raw human meat was unpalatable, but now, she only thinks that raw human meat is a delicacy in the world.

Without strength, only relying on a little blood to maintain, Yang Churuo's physical strength is naturally not enough, but she endured it, no matter how tired she was, she had to go, if she didn't go, she would have no chance at all.

As Yang Churuo walked, he asked the question he wanted to ask the most, "Aren't you going to eat me?"

He could cruelly eat Princess Jingle, why did he treat her so well and even feed him blood.This is not the Feng Ling she knows, the Feng Ling she knows is selfish, a person who can do anything as long as he achieves his goal.

"Maybe I'll eat you when I'm too hungry." Feng Ling said lightly without raising his eyes, his wrist ached.

Two white figures walked in the bare golden desert, everything looked so abrupt and conspicuous, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast long shadows under the yellow sand.

After another day of walking, Yang Churuo fell down again and had to rely on Feng Ling to carry her on his back.After a few days, Yang Churuo barely survived by relying on Feng Ling's blood.

Yang Churuo didn't know how Fengling survived, and why he didn't collapse after so many days.What's more, he didn't understand why he still didn't eat her now that everything was exhausted.

She already felt that the god of death was waving at her.She also felt that Feng Ling's breath was unstable, and her steps staggered.

What she didn't understand was why Fengling still made her drink his blood.

For a moment, Yang Churuo really didn't understand what was going on in Feng Ling's mind.

He seemed cold and ruthless, but he wanted to feed her blood regardless of his own life, and took her out of the desert together, but he could kill people ruthlessly and possess her body without mercy.

Yang Churuo struggled to shake off his hand, and said weakly, "I don't need your fake kindness, even if you give me all the blood on your body, I won't forgive you."

Feng Ling's hands paused, and then he hugged Yang Churuo's cold body, and he didn't know whether he was talking to her or to himself, "Since I brought you to the desert, I will take you out."

"Go away." Yang Churuo struggled to leave his embrace, and crawled forward relying on his own hands.

Regardless of her wishes, Feng Ling carried her on his back, never leaving her all the way, even if he died, he would bring her with him.

And he never believed that he would die, even if he wanted to die, he would trample all the people who bullied him under their feet.

"Let me go, let me go..." Yang Churuo beat his body hard, but with weak strength, the beating was like hitting cotton flowers, and it couldn't cause any damage at all.

"I hate you, I hate you... why did you bring me here, why..."

Feng Ling sneered.

Why?He didn't know why, maybe, he just wanted to keep her by his side.

hate him?

Yeah, should hate him.If it wasn't for him, maybe she is the queen of Chu now, maybe she is enjoying the happiness in the palace now.

But the woman he wanted by Feng Ling has never been unavailable.

Even if he died, he would kill her first before he died.

(End of this chapter)