The army marched forty miles northwest in one day, recording along the way. They dug out water from under a dense cluster of reeds and were able to wash themselves and fill their water bags. By the eighth day, Mo Lingfeng was still stuck in the long yellow sand.
Everyone was exhausted and didn't know how far it would be to reach the pasture. The dry food they brought was only enough to go back, so they planned to return the next day.
At the time of Hai, the Nomad Qing led his soldiers to set up curtains in a sheltered place, built piles of stones in front of the curtains to block the cold wind and yellow sand, and dug deep pits a hundred steps away on both sides to build toilets.
In front of the curtains and behind the stone piles, the soldiers lit bonfires in order to keep watch and sleep. After nightfall, it would get colder and colder. By midnight, it would be like a cold spring. Without bonfires and stone piles, even if they did not freeze to death, they would Cold.
The evening breeze cooled down quickly.
Mo Lingfeng sat in the curtain, raised his head, sneezed hugely, rubbed his nose, stood up and put on a cloak, took off his shoes and socks, sat cross-legged, and bent down to look at his feet.
Yin Nan burned a red sharp knife from the outside, walked into the curtain, and opened Mo Lingfeng's blisters. Mo Lingfeng blinked in pain, but before she could blink out tears, Yin Nan wiped the knife without caring. Sprinkle the powder on her.
A pain suddenly shot up from the soles of Mo Lingfeng's feet to the sky. She gritted her teeth to hold back the pain, her eyelashes were bunched together wetly, and she sniffed again to hold back her tears.
Facing the hard Yin Nan, she couldn't even utter a word.
After Yin Nan bandaged her up, she breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard the noise and excitement outside, she got up and walked out.
Outside, the nomadic minister caught two four-legged snakes, disembowelled them, peeled off the skin and cramped the muscles, and roasted them on a stick: "Xiao Dou, sprinkle some salt on them."
Xiao Dou walked over to him and sprinkled a pinch of salt on him: "Brother You, can this be eaten?"
Nomad Qing turned around and said, "It should be possible."
Xiao Dou took a sip of saliva and squatted aside like a mountain waiting to taste it. Before it was cooked, he suddenly stood up, bowed to Mo Lingfeng and crossed his hands: "Girl."
The hundreds of people who were sitting and chatting suddenly stood up, crossed their hands and saluted: "Girl."
Nomad Qing quickly stood up, still holding the string of four-legged snakes in his hand, and reluctantly presented them to Mo Lingfeng: "Girl, do you want to eat?"
"No," Mo Lingfeng frowned and stepped back. Seeing Nomad Qing eager to try, he said, "You are not allowed to eat either. If you eat something bad, I have to carry you back."
Nomad Qing was very reluctant to give up: "Then I... have a taste?"
Mo Lingfeng solemnly said: "Try it. If you die, I will bury you on the spot."
After hearing this, the Nomad Qing stopped being greedy and buried the four-legged snake on the spot, silently thinking about what else he could eat.
Everyone watched Mo Lingfeng and Yin Nan go away. Xiao Dou whispered: "Brother You, Yin Nan is really scary. Killing people is like chopping melons. Who is better, you or her?"
Nomad Qing snorted coldly: "She is strong."
The person on the side came over and said, "I'm a little afraid of girls. When I glance at her, it's like a knife cutting out my heart."
Xiao Dou scratched his head: "Really? I think the girl is quite kind. If Brother You dies of illness, she will collect his body."
"Bah!" Nomad Qing spat at him, "Can't you tell me something good?"
He stretched out his fingers and crushed an ant that was as hungry as him. Thinking of the identical eyes between Mo Lingfeng and Mo Qianlan, he did not feel that Mo Lingfeng was kind.
She does not kill, but she ignores and watches all killings. She is not aggressive, but she eats up the battalion like a whale. She even has a childlike naughtiness, but every move she makes is innately sharp, and she inadvertently draws people in. .
As for Yin Nan, he was just a sword that Mo Lingfeng had openly displayed, and he was also a treasured sword that Mo Lingfeng had hidden and refused to reveal to others.
Mo Lingfeng limped and went to the exclusive bathroom. When he came out, he looked at the sky. There was no moon in the sky, only stars all over the sky, like eyes, gathering in threes and twos, twinkling and peering.
She thought to herself: "This is not the land of a kingdom, and the emperor's eyes must not be able to see this place."
She walked back a few steps and sat listlessly on a stone. There was still a trace of residual heat from the stone when she sat up, which made her sigh and she was very thirsty at the same time.
The yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see and there is never enough water.
She licked her lips and searched aimlessly with her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes flashed, as if a streak of light passed by.
However, when I looked closer, it was gone again.
strangeness.
She stood up from the stone, walked a few steps forward, turned around and told Yin Nan: "Call Nomad Qing to come and bring ten people with you."
Yin Nan left in response and quickly brought someone over. Mo Lingfeng let out a "shhh" and touched the place where the silver light had just flashed. Suddenly he asked Nomad Qing in a low voice: "Where is Feng Zhi?"
Nomad Qing recalled Feng Fan's movements: "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Been there for so long?"
Nomad Qing thought seriously: "If you are over forty, your kidneys are not good, right?"
Xiao Dou nodded in agreement: "I think he is eating strong——"
"Close your mouth!" Nomad Qing stretched out his hand and pinched his mouth, preventing him from speaking again.
Feng Fan didn't know that You Muqing and Xiao Dou were arranging him. When he came out of the toilet, he grinned in pain and had tears in his eyes.
When he was urinating, a huge mosquito flew over without noticing. The mosquito was fierce and bit him when it came up. He shivered in pain and peed on his shoes.
Moreover, the mosquito didn't have eyes and the bite was in the wrong place, so he could only walk with his legs crossed.
He walked back feeling itchy and swollen. When he reached the curtain, he took a deep breath, returned to his normal walking posture, and reluctantly walked to the fire.
Everyone stood up one after another, shouting "Feng Zhi" unevenly and weakly. They all looked like they were extremely tired and couldn't take another step.
Feng Fan looked around but didn't see Mo Lingfeng: "Is Mo Zhonghou resting?"
"Replying to Feng Zhi, no, he took people out."
Feng Fan's heart skipped a beat. He secretly thought something was wrong, so he turned around and started to chase after him. He never thought that he would take too big a step, and he almost jumped out of his skin. His eyes suddenly turned black due to pain, and he didn't dare to let the soldiers notice anything strange, so he could only hold his hand on the wall and look like he was thinking. , did not move for a long time.
The two soldiers he led did not notice anything strange and stood aside, waiting for orders.
Feng Fan finally calmed down and ordered two soldiers to guard here. He ordered ten more people, took his weapons, and followed the footsteps to look for Mo Lingfeng's traces.
After walking for a quarter of an hour, he saw Mo Lingfeng and his party.
"Mo Zhonghou, what are you doing?"
Mo Lingfeng's ears were filled with the whistling of the wind, and she didn't hear what he said. She just squatted down suddenly, letting the sand dunes cover her figure.
The rest of the people also squatted down. When Feng Fan saw this, he immediately squatted down as well, and then burst into tears with unspeakable pain.
He tried his best to keep his legs as far apart as possible, hunched over and moved forward until he was behind Mo Lingfeng.
"Mo Zhonghou." He reached out and patted Mo Lingfeng on the back.
Mo Lingfeng shivered in fright, turned around and saw Feng Fan, and immediately smiled with two rows of white teeth: "Feng Zhi."
She thought to herself: "You are so unlucky."
At the same time, she reached out and pointed lightly: "Look."
Feng Fan stretched his neck and looked outside. At first he only saw a layer of fine sand rolling in the wind. Then he looked further and saw several shadows.
Unlucky egg, unlucky egg
