"Brother Gro, there is a person in front of you!"
The wind howled, and in the eye of the storm, which was as sharp as a knife, a team of more than 20 people walked carefully. The old man sitting on the camel, holding a jade box in his hand, exuded a faint spiritual light, wrapped in a soft light. He held this group of people and blocked them from the strong wind and yellow sand in the sky.
At this time, a strong man who was walking in front to explore the road turned and shouted to the two-meter-tall animal skin man behind him.
The voice was full of surprise and vigilance.
The thick eyebrows of the two-meter-tall man known as Gro frowned fiercely, and a trace of sympathy flashed in his eyes. In the eye of the storm, if there was no Gesang Divine Flower, or if there was not such a sky-high cultivation level, , I'm afraid it will be difficult to survive.
Almost subconsciously, Ge Luo determined that the figure the tribesmen were talking about should be a dead person.
"Is it a dead person? If so, don't worry about it. I don't know how many people have died in the eye of the storm. Just go around it." Grotto also felt pity for these people who died in the eye of the storm, but he was The warrior of the tribe, the warrior of the tribe, and the leader of the tribe here, he is not willing to create rifts.
Unless you accidentally enter the eye of the storm, if you take the initiative to enter the eye of the storm without preparation, you may have some problems.
After hearing what Gro said, no one in the team made a sound and silently turned in a direction to avoid it.
Just as the group of people was walking around the figure not far away, the priest who had been closing his eyes to rest suddenly opened his eyes. With a pair of eyes, he looked at the bloody figure lying on the ground not far away. Motionless figures.
"That person is still alive."
An old voice suddenly sounded, and as soon as these words came out, everyone's footsteps stopped.
Even Grotto stopped. He had already seen the figure, covered in blood, motionless, and most likely dead.
If it were a dead person, he would be able to feel at ease even if he refused to save him.
But, if it is a living person, it is different.
Although the Chishui Tribe is not a very compassionate tribe, it is also a friendly tribe.
Before Grotto could hesitate, the old sacrificial man had already lifted himself off the camel, landed on the ground, and came to the figure with the jade box in his hand.
After taking a closer look at this motionless figure, whose breath seemed to be extremely weak, the old priest's eyes flashed slightly, as if he was weighing something. Finally, he turned back to look at the tribe's sons, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.
"Save her, give her medicine, and feed her the divine water," the old sacrificial man said, giving instructions one by one. When he saw two tribesmen coming forward to set up the figure, he added, "Let's Arlo takes care of her.”
Arlo?
The Chishui tribe men in the team were all stunned. Aluo was the only girl in their team and the granddaughter of the priest. This time, she came out to gain experience and take a look at the most beautiful places within a thousand miles. Bustling town.
As the granddaughter of the clan leader, Aluo was not treated much differently from other people in the clan, but in the end, it was still different.
This time, Aluo was the youngest in the team and a girl. Naturally, he was taken care of by everyone.
I just didn't expect that the priest would ask A Luo to take care of this person whose appearance, figure and origin were unclear.
Why?
Although Ge Luo looked rough and crazy, his mind was delicate. He was also confused for a moment, and then an idea quickly came to his mind. Lord Sacrifice, possessing immortal skills, can distinguish everything about time, but they can't see the appearance of this person clearly. However, the priest can definitely see clearly that it should be inconvenient for others to take care of Aluo.
This person... is a girl?
Guessing this possibility, Gro's eyes widened slightly in disbelief.
He would never look down on women, but in the desert, the main force in the tribe has always been men. Therefore, most of the common strong people and people walking in the desert are men.
Women are very rare.
Of course, Grotto also recognized the importance of women in a tribe, but they were indeed rare.
However, Gro was a warrior in the clan after all, so he was just surprised for a moment, then returned to normal, and immediately asked someone to carry the bloody figure onto the back of an empty camel.
Moreover, someone set up a tent and asked Aluo to come over and give the figure a scrub and some medicine.
The eye of the storm was not small, so the group did not continue on the road. They stayed until night and camped here to rest.
They were all people who had slept outdoors, so they were naturally very efficient. In the camp, some people boiled water, some cooked, and some watched, and they all performed their duties in an orderly manner.
Gro and the priest were sitting by the fire. Neither of them had changed at all. They were warming themselves up to the fire and eating naan bread with leisurely expressions. But the others were more or less wrapped in a thick coat.
The jumping flames reflected a faint crimson light, which shone on Gro's resolute and dark face, and on the old and withered face of the priest.
Suddenly, both of them raised their eyes and looked at a tent.
There, a girl with two braids and two unknown wild flowers opened the curtain and walked out, holding a wooden basin of blood in her hand, her pretty little face was blank, after pouring the blood , turned around and looked at the tent, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Aluo, how is that person?" The priest coughed twice, pulled back his granddaughter's thoughts, and asked.
The girl named Aluo, however, answered the question incorrectly. An obsessed smile appeared on her face, which was not very fair, and she giggled, "Grandpa! Do you know? I saw the fairy in the snow mountain!"
Rumor has it that in the desert full of yellow sand, there is a snow-capped mountain that reaches into the sky and into the clouds. Immortals from the sky live in it.
In the desert, the most beautiful adjective to describe a woman is the fairy on the snow-capped mountains.
This shows how high Arlo thinks of the people they rescued in the tent.
However, a look of helplessness appeared on the priest's face, and it seemed that this was not the question he asked.
On the other hand, Gro, after being stunned for a moment, his first reaction was that his guess was indeed correct, it was a woman.
After Aluo finished speaking, she hurried back to the tent, muttering that she wanted to put on the most beautiful clothes and dress up the fairy on the snow mountain.
As she talked, she felt a little distressed. She felt that her clothes were not good-looking enough. Even the clothes she bought at Gesangmeiduo were not good-looking enough. Moreover, Aluo was very angry now. She did not know how to comb her hair in a nice way. craft.
The priest and Grot looked at each other, come on, this little girl didn't say anything useful.
