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The northern border of the United Nations of All Nations.

"Haha, it's so boring. What do you think we are doing standing here? We can't even see a bird."

A foreign man wearing yellow desert camouflage clothing and holding a high-tech rifle in his hand looked up at the blue sky.

"Hey, stop complaining. At least if you stand here for a day, you can get a salary of an intermediate spirit stone. This kind of treatment is rarely seen even in the capital."

The colleague standing on the other side said accordingly.

Their job is to protect the northern border and prevent the Southern Barbarians from attacking or smuggling into the territory of the United Nations.

But in this day and age, for some reason, the Southern Barbarians huddle in their hometown all day long and don't care about the world. They don't even say it out loud. A few years ago, you could still see some reckless people missing their heads. Now, you can't even see the birds. The rifles in their hands It will become a real fire stick in no time.

"That's right. Our work is boring, but it's better because no one cares about it."

"I usually drink, smoke, and fish. It's like a retirement lifestyle."

Eating, drinking and having sex are all done here in a tent less than five square meters.

Not to mention enjoying life, shelter from wind and rain is enough.

For two people with three levels of cultivation, their bodies have long been immune to the cold and heat, and the most they require is a rain cloth above their heads.

"Oh, how old are you to have such awareness? What's wrong, you will avoid twenty years of detours?" one person joked.

"Don't talk about me either. We both have the same moral character. If nothing else, you are one year older than me."

The man made a cut and whispered.

"We are different. I have a wife, do you?"

This sentence successfully poked the wound and achieved a critical hit.

I was thinking about it for a long time, and I was just about to reply, "I stay here all day and only go back once a year, so I'm not afraid of cuckolding you." Suddenly I saw another medium-sized white cloud in the sky with a long tail flying towards me. Flying quickly in their direction.

No longer in a mood of mutual harm, the muscle memory of ten years of being a soldier quickly opened the rifle safety.

Then pull the bolt to adjust the magnification index, put the butt of the gun against your shoulder, open one eye and look at the clouds in the magnification.

The gunman slightly changed direction to find the most suitable time to shoot.

As soldiers guarding the northern border to prevent the Southern Barbarians from smuggling into the country, they have 100% freedom to shoot when facing any suspicious things.

He's so overbearing, he'll shoot you if you don't like it.

in the air.

Yang Lin lay on the somersault cloud and took a rest with his legs crossed.

When my ears moved, I heard two tinkling, crisp crashing sounds.

Looking sideways, he found that there were bullets hitting the transparent protective cover formed on the outer layer of the somersault cloud.

He let out a small breath.

"So weak."

It was so weak that he didn't bother to take action. The bullet hitting the protective shield was like a piece of soft tofu hitting a self-healing stone, causing almost negligible damage.

Looking at the barren yellow desert in front of me, I guessed that I had reached the northern wilderness.

"This place is really deserted. There are no farms, villages or anything like that."

"What do those southern barbarian aliens rely on to supplement their food? Air?"

The northern land is barren and only suitable for the growth of extremely drought-tolerant plants, such as cacti.

Even though he has thorns all over his body, sometimes when he is hungry, he would just hold him and chew on them, which is not frivolous at all.

While his body in the third realm has been strengthened, his words are also wearable. He can be said to be a desert camel in human form.

Eat all over the desert with one mouth, starting with cactus.

Yang Lin thought of a joke in his mind, but unfortunately no one shared it and he felt lonely.

Flying for a while.

The surroundings are still desert, and occasionally you can see a few raised sand dunes on the flat ground. Unfortunately, there are no traces of the Nanman clan.

This made Yang Lin suspicious. Could it be that the Southern Barbarians were nocturnal?

Without ruling out this possibility, I stopped flying on a hill after a while, retracted the somersault cloud, and scanned the landing ground.

pong.

His feet landed firmly on the ground, and a lot of sand and dust flew away from the dry ground.

Looking around, the hills are like a small oasis, with many slender trees that cannot be named, and some blue berries that are also unnamed.

The weeds on the ground do not grow very densely, perhaps because the land is dry and has less nutrients.

Under the stone, a small scorpion tried its best to hide itself in the shadow with its legs upturned. At this time, the scorching sun at noon could easily roast it into dried crab roe.

Bang... Bang...

A big foot landed in front of him, and the scorpion seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. It showed off its powerful poisonous scorpion tail and immediately flew away.

It is the kind of scorpion with backbone, not a stupid scorpion that is poisonous when it sees people.

Those are all brainless guys.

Yang Lin put the five fingers of his left hand together across his eyebrows to block the dazzling bright light. He raised his head at 35 degrees and looked at the space in the distance where the air seemed to be deformed by the high temperature, and sighed softly.

"I still know too little about the Southern Barbarians. I should have done some homework to understand the habits and distribution of these guys before coming here. Today's actions are a bit reckless and must be corrected in the future."

He thought of the girl with green hair and green eyes. It was a pity. If she were there, she would definitely be able to help him answer a lot of confusing questions.

"This cave is good. It can temporarily protect me from the sun."

I looked for a small open-air one in Shandong, the type that opens on three sides.

Because the environment is so hot and the cave is ventilated, there is no smell when sitting in the lotus position.

that is......

Some of those desperate ants got into my clothes.

Yang Lin cursed and used spiritual energy to force him out.

"Stay until night and see if the mission target can come out if the temperature is too high during the day."

After making a decision, he took out a spiritual stone and placed it beside him to sit and practice.

......night......

The hill where the poplar forest is located.

Two aliens wearing white sand-proof clothing covering their mouths and noses landed on it.

There is a pair of black wings behind them, pure white.

There is a pair of black horns on the forehead, brown pupils, and white and tender skin.

"This time the clan leader asked us to come to the southern barbarian territory in the north. He said we would not be allowed back until we killed fifty of them. Brother, how are you doing there? How many are there?"

A girl spoke first, her voice was clear and her eyes fluttered. Even though she was covered by a mask and only half of her face was exposed, she could still tell that she was a beautiful girl who was a sister.

Her name is Mo Baihe, and she is the eldest daughter of the Mo family in Qingzhou.

"Alas, the Southern Barbarians are all hiding in the core area, but the core area is too dangerous. If you rush in without the strength of the Five Realms, it is easy to go without returning. You can only find some unlucky ghosts who stick out of the outer circle to kill."

Boys don’t face girls’ problems directly. I don’t know whether it’s intentional or intentional.

Mo Baihe glanced at the man standing next to her.

"Mo Baichuan, don't raise your suspicions. It's just the two of us here. I'm embarrassed to say anything."