After crossing, I became the mother of all demons [MTL]

Ch 95

　　—095—

The progress between Jiang Qi and Alan in the desert is still going on.

It's just that the cheetah cub seems to have gradually figured out after observing for a period of time that this girl who used some strange means to get herself to an unknown place in the desert doesn't seem to have any malice to hurt him. , Alan's courage gradually grew.

Specifically, he no longer deliberately hides his whereabouts in front of Jiang Qi, and even Jiang Qi occasionally sees the boy squatting on a sand dune not far away looking at her with his head tilted, just like a kitten in confusion.

The ice-breaking relationship between the two people came from a certain sun or some scorching hot afternoon. For some reason, the aura belonging to Alan that Jiang Qi has been able to detect all along seems to have failed to keep up with it for a long time.

Jiang Qi thought about it, and turned to look for it.

——and then harvested a black cat that was fainted from heat.

She stared silently at the boy who had fainted behind the sand dune, her gaze stayed on the chapped lips for a moment, and finally she let out a long sigh.

Why bother.

***

When Alan's consciousness gradually recovered, the first thing he felt was the cold and moist touch from his lips.

Someone is feeding him water.

But if you want to say that this is water, it will inevitably make Alan feel too suspicious. Because the water is so sweet and clear, it is far from the water that "should be given to people like him" in Alan's impression.

Could it be that someone is feeding him poison? I heard that the poisonous wine used by the nobles to execute slaves is sweet, and it is a rare delicacy that these slaves will never taste in their entire lives.

Ironically, this is actually a small "kindness" from those nobles. Since they are all about to be poisoned to death, let them taste it mercifully—although for the nobles in the desert, it is just the most insignificant and inferior item in their storage liquor.

But for the slaves, this is also the jade dew fine wine that they dare not even think about.

Alan smacked his lips, and the tip of his tongue subconsciously tried to keep the water drop. It wasn't until the last drop of water disappeared between his lips that the boy finally opened his eyes.

What came into view was the ice-colored eyes of the girl with moon-blue hair. Even in this scorching desert, when I saw such eyes, I felt a refreshing coolness.

At the noble master's place, Alan was lucky enough to meet an ice magician who was invited to visit. The usually domineering slave owner showed enough humility in front of the opponent, offering some gold, silver and jewels in exchange for the ice crystals given by the opponent.

The almost transparent crystals exuding a cold breath seem to have the same color as the girl's eyes.

"Is it enough?" he heard the girl ask, "I'll come back to pick you up this time, and if I don't find out next time, you'll die in the desert."

After all, he had just been saved by his opponent, so the eloquent boy kept his mouth shut and let his opponent comment.

"Follow me in the future." Jiang Qi said.

Alan stared at her—he actually had these cat-like eyes, and even the honey-gold pupils looked almost exactly like a black panther or a cat.

Alan didn't say yes or no. It's just that when Jiang Qi set off on the road again, she found that her partner was no longer as absolutely unwilling to appear in her vision as before.