Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

He retracted his hand, and his voice was a little dumb, "What happened when I was unconscious?"

"Don't worry, no monsters suddenly rushed out, except for the yellow sand. There is only yellow sand." With that uninjured hand, Feng Jing carefully adjusted his long hair that was a little messy due to the wind and sand, and said with a light smile. : "I waited for a long time, and now you finally wake up, I can rest assured that too."

I don’t know what it is, he said half irony and half suggestion: "If you are smart enough, you shouldn't take me."

"That's because I'm not smart enough." She smiled indifferently: "But I kind of like my current IQ. It's not too stupid or too smart. I don't understand too little, and I don't need too much understanding. Many, it’s the happiest to live like this."

The Golden Mean has always been her favorite, not the worst one, nor the most conspicuous one.

He looked at her quietly for a moment, propped up his upper body and sat 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." She asked, "Are you better now? We have to find a way out soon. It will be dark soon, night in the desert. It's very cold."

"Princess... Maybe, you can take a break."

"In this situation, I can't..." Her words stopped abruptly. When she looked into his eyes, there was a momentary blankness in her eyes. Then, she closed her eyes and fell back unconsciously. go with.

A strong hand wrapped around her waist, which changed her falling direction and avoided the end of her falling on the yellow sand. Instead, she fell into her own arms. Her body was small and thin. In his embrace with one hand, it is even more petite and exquisite.

Si Song kept this movement so quietly. He couldn't see any emotion in his dark eyes, or maybe there was no emotion at all. This gloomy gaze, at this moment, seemed like a dark abyss, it seemed to be brewing. The storm again seems to be contradictory self-attack and self-contending.

He has never had this experience before, not when he first performed a mission, not when he encountered a life and death crisis for the first time during a mission, and not when someone told him to be friends with him for the first time.

Everything in this world can be sacrificed, friends, relatives, and himself, so he can perform various tasks without hesitation, and dispose of any different people. Therefore, he will be called a qualified person. Killer.

Entangling this kind of thing shouldn't exist in his mind, but now there are accidents, in fact, since the moment she brought her out, the accident she brought him has never stopped.

Only three days, just three days...

It seems that a century has passed, and the environment full of wind seems to never be quiet, but at this time, it seems that there is a quiet time.

Slowly, he raised his other hand and placed it on the back of her head, gently stroking her black hair, his indifferent expression revealed that this seemed to be unconscious The action, in the end, his eyes had a focus, and they fell on top of her head, and the hand placed behind her head also pressed her head against his chest.

This was a tentative action, but he found out that he didn't hate doing such actions to her.