By the end of the hour, the night had completely fallen, and it was pitch black. Although the starry sky is clear and high, and the starlight is clear, the starlight still cannot reflect the desert here.

Mo Dashan's throat was thirsty, and he couldn't help but drink a few large mouthfuls of water to moisten his throat.

Fang Tianming is not wrong, Li Zaibai is a talker. In this hour, 70% of the time was Li Zaibai talking, talking all the way, no matter whether Mo Dashan listened or not, he just kept talking there.

The remaining 30% of the time, Mo Dashan finally interjected a sentence or two, and most of them were full of emotion and admiration.

"I see—no matter how white it is, it's really ambitious. Mo Dashan listened to Li Zaibai's words and interjected in admiration.

"Back then, the ancestor Li Taibai fought wine and wrote poems, and the Son of Heaven couldn't get on the boat...... crackling, ten minutes passed, Li Zaibai was the ancestor and the ancestor in the vernacular, and after remembering the ancestors, he was embarrassed to state what he is doing now. "It's a pity that the younger generations are incompetent and can't restore the glory of the ancestors......" crackled and said again.

Mo Dashan listened to the recording of the phone call of the product promotion, and sighed with emotion from time to time. Such a good state of mind and such a good night were ruined by Li Zaibai's words.

The rustling sound sounded behind itself, and when Mo Dashan heard it, the whole person tensed, and then a cold current surged from the bottom of his heart, rushing straight to the Tianling Gai. Li Zaibai had already shut up and stopped talking, he stood up, drew his sword and pointed forward slightly.

"No matter how white it is, it won't be a desert marching ant. Mo Dashan was already worried just listening to the rustling sound. This sound is very similar to the scene of a super-large-scale small animal group dispatch. Mo Dashan has seen similar scenes many times in the animal world.

If it was daytime, Mo Dashan might be able to see the surrounding scene clearly, but it was night, and it was dark and winter, and his vision was seriously blocked.

With the light projected from inside the tent, Mo Dashan suddenly gasped. It's really desert marching ants, but the size of these desert marching ants is really scary. Even if they are small, they are as thick as a tail finger, and when they are large, marching ants are as big as their thumbs, and their dark red eyes are staring at Mo Dashan and Li Zaibai.

"It's a desert marching ant, but it's mutated, or evolved. It should be the lights of our tent that attract them. Li Zaibai said.

Mutation! Evolve!

Mo Dashan was stunned for a moment, how did the desert marching ants mutate and evolve for no reason, could it be that they were exposed to nuclear radiation?

It seems unlikely, but if it were, it would be off-limits. Mo Dashan hadn't heard any reports of mutated desert marching ants in Lop Nur or the Taklamakan Desert before.

Besides, desert marching ants are generally not found in the Amazon basin and the Sahara Desert in Africa?

"Desert marching ants are generally active in groups, they don't build nests, they are constantly moving from birth, and once they find their prey, they will rush up and eat all the prey......" Li Zaibai told Mo Dashan about popular science knowledge, but Mo Dashan was already in a hurry.

"Stop, can you find a way, I just found the true meaning of life, the meaning of life, I don't want to hang up like this. Mo Dashan hurriedly lowered Li Zaibai's words, and at the same time took out the vajra talisman hanging around his neck.

Although I don't know if it's useful, but a dead horse is a live horse doctor, Mo Dashan can't care so much, hoping that the Vajra Fu can block the attack of the desert marching ants.

Li Zaibai suddenly put his sword back into its sheath and said, "Forget it or don't fight, let's go to the middle of the lake." ”

"yes, there's a lake here, and if we swim in the middle, there's no way they're going to crawl under the water. Haha, I used to be a freestyle champion for elementary and middle school students, and I had no problem swimming in the water for half a day. Mo Dashan woke up, laughed, turned around, and made a carp like water, about to come to a beautiful and standard diving action.

"Just jump over it, there's actually a big rock in the middle of the lake. ”

"Jump, I'm not a kangaroo or a flea—"

Li Zaibai grabbed Mo Dashan's shoulder, jumped directly, and then crossed a distance of twenty or thirty meters and landed in the middle of the lake.

Mo Dashan's eyes widened, and he felt a breath, and then he landed in the middle of the lake, and he didn't react for a while.

The desert marching ants gathered at the edge of the lake for a while, and then migrated in the other direction. Mo Dashan reacted, looked at Li Zaibai, and asked, "You are really an alien." ”

"You can think so, but to be precise, I'm a martial artist, and I'm a little different from the Aliens. ”

"Qin Fen, when they say that you are training in the desert, they mean fighting with these desert marching ants. Well, it's really dangerous enough, and it seems like a good choice to put yourself in a dangerous and life-threatening environment to hone yourself at any time. Mo Dashan asked.

"Qin Fen didn't tell you about the desert. In fact, in addition to mutated desert marching ants, there are also mutated poisons such as rattlesnakes, centipedes, and lizards. Have you ever seen a rattlesnake with long legs and a lizard with fleshy wings?" Li Zaibai asked Mo Dashan rhetorically, and then said to himself, "I came here in the desert, in addition to honing my swordsmanship, I also wanted to eliminate these poisons as much as possible, so that they would not run out and cause disasters. ”

The next day, Mo Dashan left the desert and embarked on the return journey. This wandering, after more than two months, the confusion and difficulty in his heart have been solved, and it is not an exaggeration to call it an epiphany.

Living in the present is not an overnight thing, it requires long-term persistence and correction, and cannot be achieved overnight. Mo Dashan still yearns for poetry and distance, but in the yearning for poetry and distance, the prerequisite is to live.

The Lop Nur and Taklamakan Deserts are so dangerous, full of mutated poisonous insects and poisonous snakes, Mo Dashan knows that this is not a place to stay for a long time.

On the way back, Mo Dashan saw a large truck covered with a thick raincloth and driving out of the depths of the desert. In front of and behind the big truck, there are military jeeps like steel behemoths, and there are even a few armored cars among them.

What was loaded on the big truck, Mo Dashan didn't know, and he wasn't interested in knowing. For these things, Mo Dashan is respectful. It's not that he's afraid of coming into contact with a certain level of objects, Mo Dashan is self-aware, and there are some things that he is not qualified to touch.

Back to the place where the water was filled with water yesterday. As the night passed, the grass on the sand grew green again. The little golden lizard came out and tilted its head to look at Mo Dashan.

Mo Dashan looked at a slightly raised flesh bump on both sides of the little lizard's back, a little inclined to open his wings, he didn't dare to water it, couldn't help but shiver, and then left quickly.

This world is about to change!