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Breaking through the floating dust path made Chu Huan happy for a while, but soon, the joy began to dissipate. At this time, looking around, the world is vast, the yellow sand is long, the sand dunes are undulating, and between the vast world, Chu Huan only feels that there is only It has its own existence, and it is insignificant. .shouda8.

The sun was shining in the sky, and Chu Huan didn't carry Si Nan to indicate the direction, so he couldn't distinguish east, west, north, south. He remembered that when he was chasing last night, he went west and north, and he didn't know how many hills he had turned over. Don't say he couldn't remember last night. Even if you can remember the road, but after the big storm last night, the landscape has completely changed, and you still can't go back the same way.

Chu Huan frowned. Even if he could walk, even if he broke through the Fuchen Dao, if he couldn't find the mission quickly, no matter how powerful he was, he would still die in the desert.

It takes more than half a month to cross the desert with the guidance of a camel passenger. Now we have only walked half the distance, and the road behind is still far away. I remember someone once said that if you are not familiar with the roads of the desert, you will not be led by someone who is experienced and familiar with the desert terrain. Not to mention half a month, or even a few months, you can't get out of the desert.

At present, Chu Huan only has half a bag of clear water at hand. This little water can be solved by Chu Huan in two or three strokes. Besides, there is no food. I can't last for three days either.

What's even more embarrassing is that he was sucked in by the tornado last night. Although he survived, the cotton-padded jacket he was wearing was already in dilapidated condition. The beggar with disheveled hair, and there were many small cuts on Chu Huan's face, with traces of blood. At first glance, it was indeed very scary.

Unable to know the direction, naturally unable to walk.

He did know that in the great desert, apart from Sinan, there are two other ways to identify the direction. If there is a sun during the day, you can determine the direction according to the direction of the setting sun. The sun rises from east to west, so it is easy to judge. At night, if there are stars, the Big Dipper can be used to judge the direction, and the direction where the seven stars are located is the north.

But at this time, the sun is in the sky, and the direction cannot be recognized at all. If you want to know the direction of the desert, you can only wait for the middle of the afternoon to see the direction of the sun setting.

Chu Huan knew that if he didn't know the direction, he could only wait. Otherwise, if he walked easily or deviated from the direction, he could only go further and further. Moreover, he still had a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping that the mission would send someone out to find him. If you walk around by yourself, even if the mission really finds you, it may not be able to find you. If you are fixed in one place at this moment, there is a bit of slim hope.

Hope is slim. Last night, the horse galloped. It took a long time to catch up, and the horse was flying fast. Chu Huan reckoned that the distance from the mission was definitely not close. to myself.

He sat down and picked up the water bag. Fortunately, the opening was on the top of the water bag. If it was at the bottom, there might not be any water left. Go, then close the opening on the top, tear off the cloth strips from his body and tie it, holding a small half bag of water, shaking his head and smiling bitterly, although he took two sips just now, his mouth is still dry at the moment, but this little water is too much It's too important to use, so hang it on your waist again.

Speaking of which, I was still hungry, thinking that my horse seemed to be involved in the tornado last night, and I wonder if it was also thrown nearby, so I tidied up my clothes, then stood up, looked around, and saw that there were many people in front of me. The distance seemed to be sunken, and I walked quickly, but after a while, I found that there was a slope in front of me, but I was on a sand dune.

The yellow sand is dazzling, and the smooth slope of the sand seems to be very flat. He glanced around, and suddenly found something emerging from the yellow sand in the left direction. , Going down from the sandy slope, while walking, the dust turned up. Chu Huan got there and saw it clearly. It seemed to be a bamboo hat. The bamboo hat was erected, half buried in the sand, and a small part was exposed.

He reached out to pick it up, and immediately frowned. There was actually a black scarf embroidered on the bamboo hat. The scarf was already in tatters. With just one look, Chu Huan had already concluded that the black gauze hat was worn by Liu Meiniang. on the head.

Chu Huan immediately looked around, but he couldn't see any trace of Meiniang. He knew that if Meiniang escaped the tornado, the bamboo hat would definitely not appear here. Could be sucked into a tornado.

Chu Huan couldn't tell whether Mei Niang was nearby.

Being thrown out does not mean that Meiniang was also thrown out, it is also possible that Meiniang was really taken away by the tornado, the tornado was so fast that it could spin far away in a blink of an eye, even her own horse was gone At this moment, there is no trace of Mei Niang in the surroundings, it seems that most likely she was also swept away.

Naturally, Chu Huan no longer had a good impression of Meiniang.

This fox-like woman was extremely difficult to deal with. Although Mei Niang may not be entirely responsible for Chu Huan's current situation, it is also inseparable from Mei Niang.

If Mei Niang was right in front of him right now, Chu Huan would definitely be rude to her, but now that she was nowhere to be seen, Chu Huan frowned, wondering whether that enchanting fox really died in the tornado Down.

He took the bamboo hat, ran up the sand wall, looked down from a high position, but found no other traces except the long yellow sand.

Chu Huan sighed, and walked up the sand dunes again, when suddenly he heard a very soft moan coming from his ear. The moan was actually very soft, but at this moment there was no wind in the desert, and the surroundings were deadly silent. Although Chu Huan Tired, but his hearing is really strong, and he could hear a clue.

Although the groan was light, to Chu Huan's ears, it was undoubtedly the same as thunder. He immediately looked down the sand dune, but still found no trace.

Chu Huan frowned. Although the moan just now was soft, it was very real. Maybe he had hallucinations, but after that moan, there was no more sound.

Chu Huan couldn't help shouting: "Who is it? Who is here?"

He yelled loudly. He only hoped that there would be someone, no matter who it was, who was alone in this desert, and there was indeed a feeling of depression. If there were others, Chu Huan would be really happy.

At this moment, another soft sound was heard. This time Chu Huan was prepared and heard it. The sound suddenly came from the sand wall on his right.

No wonder he couldn't see any trace when he looked down, it turned out that the man was actually in the sand wall.

He turned his head and looked over, only to find that several feet away, the sand surface suddenly started to squirm, Chu Huan immediately ran over, and when he got closer, he realized that someone really appeared from the sand, with a gnat's head like ink, and Chu Huan was three meters away , I have already seen that this person is not someone else, suddenly it is Mei Niang.

This is really a coincidence, not only was Meiniang not swept away by the tornado, but she survived, seeing that she was still able to move, it seemed that she was not seriously injured.

Knowing that there was Meiniang in the sand, Chu Huan was a little annoyed. He grabbed the blood-drinking knife and approached it. After cutting a few steps, he stopped, but saw that Meiniang had already broken free from the sand and sat up from the sand. One leg was still buried in the yellow sand.

At this time, Mei Niang also looked quite embarrassed.

Her hair was in a mess, the cotton coat on her body was also torn, and the brocade dress inside was even more messy, revealing a white neck, which was covered with dust.

Sensing someone behind her, Meiniang finally turned her head and saw Chu Huan, her pretty face showed surprise at first, but soon she showed a charming smile, and said delicately: "Master Chu, are you alive?"

Buried in the sand, scorched by the scorching sun, Mei Niang was also sweating profusely. Perhaps it was because of the fragrant sweat that a lot of fine sand was absorbed on her cheeks and neck, but there was no blood on her pretty face. It was intact, except that it was covered with fine sand, and the black hair was sticking to the face with fragrant sweat, which made it look a bit embarrassed.

But that charming smile is still very charming, and the delicate voice is still sweet and charming.

Chu Huan was expressionless, and said lightly: "Miss Liu, it seems that I want to congratulate you. You can survive, which is beyond my expectation!"

Meiniang sighed quietly: "Master Chu, listen to what you said, don't you really want Meiniang to die?"

"Whether you die or not has nothing to do with me." Chu Huan said coldly, "It's just that I didn't expect that you turned out to be someone who rebelled against the thief Qing Tianwang. You followed the mission all the way, so it turned out that you were harboring evil intentions!"

Mei Niang blinked her charming eyes, suddenly thought of something, raised her hand to wipe her face, brushed off the fine sand on her face, revealing a pretty face that was white and tender but wet with fragrant sweat, pretending to be puzzled and said: "Qingtian King? Master Chu, Meiniang...Meiniang doesn't know what you're talking about."

Chu Huan walked forward slowly, blood drank from the knife, and pointed at Meiniang's snow-white throat, and said coldly: "You really don't know what I'm talking about?"

Mei Niang closed her eyes and said aggrievedly: "You are a big man, if you want to kill an innocent and weak woman, you can do it anyway, no one will know anyway, and the scandal of you bullying the weak will not be spread."

"Weak woman?" Chu Huan said angrily, "You are still a weak woman?"

Mei Niangxiang's lips were already chapped, she looked very haggard, she looked very pitiful, and she said weakly: "She is unarmed and injured, you Master Chu is holding a big knife at her, she is not a weak woman ?” Then he sighed faintly: “Master Chu, you want to kill Meiniang, just do it, and Meiniang died in your hands, I feel very happy.”

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered, she had a look of resentment, her hair was in a mess and her clothes were disheveled, she really looked pitiful, under the scorching sun, beads of sweat still slid down her face, Beads of sweat were also running down her fair neck, rolling into the skirt of her clothes, maybe because of the storm, the belt that restrained her on Shuangfeng was pulled away, her chest was no longer restrained, and her proud breasts were already straight When he got up and breathed, his chest rose and fell, which was very spectacular. This scene is really both attractive and pitiful.