He took back his hand, his voice was a little hoarse, "what happened when I was in a coma?"

"Don't worry, no monsters suddenly rush out. In addition to the yellow sand, there is only yellow sand." The scenery with that uninjured hand carefully managed his long hair because of the wind and sand, and said with a smile: "I have been waiting for a long time, now you finally wake up, I can rest assured that some."

Out of what mood, he said, half sarcastic and partly suggestive, "if you're smart enough, you shouldn't take me with you."

"I'm not smart enough." She said with an indifferent smile: "but I still like my IQ now. I'm not too stupid or too smart. I can't understand too few things, and I don't need to know too much. That's the happiest way to live."

The golden mean has always been her favorite. She does not do the worst or the most conspicuous one.

He looked at her quietly for a moment, then sat up with his upper body up, then resumed his usual indifferent tone and said, "aren't you tired?"

"Tired, but I told myself to take care of you, so I can't feel tired." "Are you better now?" she asked? We need to find the way out quickly. It will be dark soon. It's very cold in the desert at night. "

"Princess Maybe you can take a break. "

"In this situation, I can't..." Her words suddenly stopped. When she looked into his eyes, there was a momentary void in her eyes. Then she closed her eyes and fell back unconscious.

A strong hand around her waist, thus changing the direction of her fall, to avoid the end of her fall on the yellow sand, but let her fall in his arms, her body is thin, in his one hand embrace of the arms, more delicate.

Si flail kept this movement quietly. He could not see any emotion in his dark eyes, or perhaps no emotion. The dark eyes, like the dark abyss at the moment, seemed to be brewing a storm, and it seemed to be a contradictory self attack and self struggle.

He never had such an experience. He didn't do it when he was on a mission for the first time, when he was faced with a life and death crisis in the task, or when someone told him to make friends with him for the first time.

Everything in this world can be sacrificed. Friends, relatives, and himself, so he can carry out various tasks without hesitation and deal with any different people. Therefore, he is called a qualified killer.

Tangled with this kind of thing, should not exist in his mind, but now there is an accident, in fact, since the moment she brought her out, the accident she brought to him has never stopped.

Only three days, just three days

It seems that after a century so long, the environment full of wind seems never to be quiet, but at this time, it seems to have a quiet time.

Slowly, he raised his other hand, put it on the back of her head, gently stroked her dark hair. In his indifferent expression, it seemed that it was an unconscious action. Finally, his eyes had the focus, and fell on her head. The hand behind her brain also pressed her head against his chest.

It was a tentative move, but he found that he didn't hate to do it to her.

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