This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 417.2: Granddaddy Said I'll Pick, I Didn't Say I'll Pick At Random

Glancing at those dry, twig-like lips, he gulped and hesitated for a long time. He was unable to bring himself to do it.

A wave of sadness washed over him.

Ahhhh fuck this shit! What the hell?!

Every day, Ample Time is all lovey-dovey with NPCs, why do I have to drag this dead weight through the desert?

I’m the one who really needs a break!

Dammit…

Suddenly, those dry twig lips parted slightly, uttering a weakly, “Water…”

Relieved to hear that weak voice, Pangolin exhaled, calming his inner curses.

At least he’s still alive!

He dragged Cowley to the camel, grabbed a water bottle from the camel's back, shook it, and found it still had some water. He unscrewed the cap and brought it to the half-dead man's lips.

"Here."

Feeling the fresh water at his lips, Cowley's eyes bulged with the drive to survive.

Instinctively, his hands clamped tightly around the bottle, veins bulging at his wrists.

Only a last sip remained...