The yellow sand roared, and the little witch continued to move forward with difficulty.

After taking a sip of water and eating the bugs in the can, her physical strength recovered a little.

With this bit of physical energy, she worked hard to move forward.

Only the future is hope!

Day 9... Day 10... Day 15.

After entering the Sahara Desert on the eleventh day, the little witch is in an unprecedented desperate situation.

Because at this moment, she canned no more insects. The wounds on her body were even more dry and cracked because of the hot weather.

Even, she can't pee anymore.

"Liu Mang, little witch, so hungry, little witch is so thirsty. The little witch really wants to sleep. Looking at the endless yellow sand, the little witch was truly desperate for the first time.

Because, she felt that she could not get out of this desperate desert.

Her weight has dropped to an extreme, only sixty pounds.

She now had nothing to eat, and in the yellow sand, she couldn't find anything to replenish her energy. Unless it's eating your own flesh.

However, if so, it is just drinking to quench your thirst

"Ahem, okay... I'm so thirsty!!" The little witch coughed, and when she coughed, her mouth was bleeding.

She felt like her guts were going to tear.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the blood from the corner of her mouth didn't make her feel any comfort, but made her feel more and more thirsty.

Here and now, not to mention a toxin-laden cactus, not a single hay can be seen.

The eye is drawn to the vast expanse of golden desert and sand. And the sky in the distance, cloudy, the little witch guessed, it was the prelude to the terrifying sandstorm.

In the past half a month, she has encountered several terrible sandstorms, but she has survived.

This time, however, her heart was full of uncertainty.

The sky in the distance was so cloudy that it was almost yellow sand.

She's so weak now, and if a sandstorm hits, there's a good chance she'll be drowned and drowned here.

"Ahem!" the little witch coughed lightly again. When he coughed, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand. And the purpose of this action is simply to prevent the coughed up blood from flying on the ground and wasting it.

For her now, any liquid is more precious than gold. And blood is no exception, even if it's your own blood.

After recovering slightly, the little witch gently spread her hand. The palms of his hands were already blood-red.

And that piece of blood red is not blood for the little witch, but like a pool of cool well water.

The moment her palm was spread, she had already leaned down and licked the blood away. In fact, drinking water does not quench thirst, and can even make it worse. However, the little witch can't take care of that much.

After licking the blood in her hand, the little witch glanced behind her.

Behind him, there was only an endless piece of yellow sand, and where he had just walked through, his footprints had already been covered by the yellow sand.

"Let's go! As long as I have a little strength, I will go!"

"At the beginning, Liu Mang was full of gunshots, and he didn't have any food and drink on his body, he could last in the Northwest Desert for a month, and now I have only been walking for half a month, only half of his time. ”

After glancing behind her, she walked forward again.

At this moment, she can only think of Liu Mang in her mind... Only Liu Mang gave her the strength to go on.

Thundered!

At ten o'clock in the evening, the terrible sandstorm finally swept over her

Come.

She was swept away directly by the storm ... There is no resistance.

In the raging sandstorm, her eyes were darkened.

When the sandstorm passed, in the yellow sand, there was a figure lying in the sky... Motionless.

When night fell, the figure remained unmoved, as if it had lost its breath.

It's late at night.

The temperature difference in the desert is particularly large, it is obviously three or four degrees at noon, but it is only more than ten degrees at night.

However, such a low temperature still did not wake up the man lying in the desert.

The night was spent in silence.

At noon the next day, the figure that seemed to be dead suddenly moved slightly.

Then he sat down on the yellow sand with difficulty.

"I... Isn't he even dead??" the little witch looked at the sky

of the sun, murmured.

His eyes looked into the distance.

"Is this because God doesn't want me to die?"

The little witch continued to murmur.

She thought that the training she received in the Purgatory Base was the most terrifying and cruel training in the world, but at this moment, she knew that her training in Purgatory was simply heaven... This is purgatory.

"Xiaomin, where are you now? Have you returned to the base?"

At this moment, a petite figure appeared in the little witch's mind. That's her partner, Min. No, it should be said that it is a former partner.

"I can't imagine that I was abandoned and betrayed by a person who treated me with a mouthful of sisters!"

"Killer... Is it ruthless?"

The corners of the little witch's mouth showed a hint of bitterness.

"If killers have to be ruthless, then... If my little witch goes out, I'll be a ruthless killer, ruthless to anyone. The little witch's eyes slowly cooled.

That being said, however, she quietly excluded a few people in her heart!

"Let's go! Liu Mang can hold on for a month, and his little witch must hold on for at least twenty-five days!" Suddenly, the little witch laughed.

It was the second time she had laughed since entering the desert.

Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to an object not far away.

I saw a tattered backpack on the yellow sand.

"Backpack, here... There's a backpack here!" The little witch rushed over like crazy, and she didn't know where she got the strength.

Then carefully peel off the yellow sand on the backpack.

When she lifted the yellow sand from her backpack, tears flowed from her eyes.

In the past few days, in the face of the wind and sand, in the face of the enemy's pursuit, she did not shed a single tear, but at this moment, she shed tears.

She tears as she tears open her backpack... I saw a water bottle in my backpack... Two cans... There was also an empty bottle, and there was a note in the empty bottle.

There is still half a bottle of water in the water bottle, and the can is unopened!

The little witch knelt on the yellow sand and cried heartbreakingly...

At this moment, what did she want to say... But I couldn't say anything...

As long as the tearful eyes crossed the dusty face.

She wanted to thank Liu Mang, she felt that it was Liu Mang's thoughts about her that moved the heavens.

She wanted to thank her parents, who she felt were praying for her from a distant parent.

She wanted to thank the sandstorm yesterday, because it was the hope that it bringed.

"Woo woo!" On the endless yellow sand, a body knelt on the yellow sand, shedding tears... Cry.

The whimpering sound was particularly bleak in this desert.

After a full three minutes, the figure put his hands on the ground, and then kowtowed three times to the yellow sand.

After kowtowing three times, the little witch unscrewed the lid of the water bottle, and then took a sip gently.

In an instant, her tears flowed again.

Without experiencing despair, you won't understand what it means to live the aftermath!

At this moment, the little witch feels that this water is the best water she has ever drunk in her life... It's so sweet, it's so refreshing!

She drank it so carefully, for fear of wasting a drop.

After three sips in a row, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then looked at the can next to her, then picked up a can and unscrewed the lid...

That's a can of canned beef...

The little witch just grabbed it with her hands and put it in her mouth...

At this moment, none of the delicacies she had eaten before could compare to this can.

After eating a can, I finally stopped.

Then, open the bottle with a note on it.

The bottle opened, and she gently shook out the note from the bottle.

Then it is carefully opened as if it were a treasure.

The moment the note was opened, she burst into tears again, almost breaking down.

Because, on that note turned out to be a few lines of clear Chinese characters.

"I've crossed this desert twice, I've hesitated, I've despaired, I've wanted to give up, but I've persevered. ”

"I believe you can do it too. ”

"If, you can meet the food and water I left behind, then... If you are destined, you have no reason to give up!"

Not many words, just three sentences!

In the lower right corner of the note, two words are written - Death!

"Death?" The little witch clutched the note tightly, then stretched out a hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and whispered: "Death, I don't know who you are! But I thank you for giving me hope! I, Li Xue, will never fall in this desert!"

As she spoke, the little witch carefully folded the note, then put it in the bottle again, put it in her backpack, and then carried the tattered backpack... Keep going!

At this moment, she no longer hesitated, no longer hesitated, and no longer even feared... The endless undulations are like the sand dunes of the tomb, and in a moment, in her eyes, they are like mud pills, ready to be stepped on!