Sunset and dusk, the desert sunset here in Lop Nur is a golden one. The golden sand is like golden waves in the reflection of the sunset, and it seems to be covered with golden sand, which is brilliant and dazzling.

Dusk has just begun, and the temperature here has already begun to drop. A breeze blew, pushing the fine sand waves to surge, spreading forward layer by layer, with no end. Large areas in the center of Lop Nur and the Taklamakan Desert are fenced with barbed wire, and there are strong soldiers patrolling the edges of the cordoned off areas.

In addition to the barbed wire fence and the soldiers patrolling and standing guard, there are also iron poles on the ground, and high-definition all-round cameras are installed on the top of the iron poles to closely monitor all movements around the vicinity.

In the Sun Cemetery Palace, there are earth-shattering secrets, and the items inside are also priceless, of course, there can be no negligence.

The surveillance here is unprecedentedly tight, and it can be said that it is not leaky, and even a fly flying over can be monitored clearly. Mo Dashan was enchanted and walked for a long time, but the miraculous thing was that he walked around the blockade line all the way unconsciously, not far away, just about a kilometer.

In the middle of the dusk, a dark shadow appeared in the sand ahead.

That's right, it's the Shadow. This person had his back to the setting sun, and when he looked at it from the angle of Mo Dashan, he could only see a black figure. The golden afterglow shone on his dark gray clothes, perfectly setting off the blackness of the visitor.

In addition to the black clothes, the person's skin tone is also black, and the color code RGB is 0-0-0. In addition, he also brought clothes and black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was black. This black man came to Mo Dashan, and Mo Dashan woke up a little from his state of confusion.

Looking at the African friend in front of him, Mo Dashan subconsciously greeted him in broken Chinese English: "Hello, friend, how are you - I am fine too thank you." Mo Dashan said it in one go, and said the second half of the sentence in a row.

This is due to the English he learned when he was a child, and he speaks these foreign languages extremely fluently, to the point of not thinking and memorizing them fluently. Before the African friend in front of him could speak, Mo Dashan had already guessed what the other party was going to say, and took the initiative to take the next sentence.

This kind of thing is also easy to understand. When you meet someone with a good heart, as soon as you open your mouth, the other person has not yet spoken, you guess what the other person is going to say just by the other person's eyes or facial expressions, and then you answer the other person again without thinking, and this is probably what it looks like.

If this state can be maintained forever, the other party basically does not need to speak, and you will always realize what the other person is going to say before the other person speaks. In this case, you only need to look at the other person's eyes and facial expressions to go on and know that both sides have finished talking about things thoroughly.

Obviously, this is semi-ideal. The ideal state is, of course, that you look at each other, and then a thousand words are in one look, and each other knows what the other person wants to say. It is a pity that this ideal state is so rare that it is unique in ten thousand.

Mo Dashan and this African friend broke away from the semi-ideal state. The black man spoke: "You are Mo Dashan, I am a friend of Qin Fen, called Li Zaibai, who came to find you." Let's go, it's getting dark, it's not safe here. ”

Mo Dashan looked at Li Zaibai, who was as dark as coal, and then glanced at the long sword that Li Zaibai was carrying, and he had no doubts about Li Zaibai's identity at all. As for why Li Zaibai found him Mo Dashan, Mo Dashan didn't care.

Before coming to Lop Nur, Qin Fen, Fang Tianming and others had mentioned it to Mo Dashan, and now Li Zaibai is training in Lop Nur and the Taklamakan Desert. If you need any help, you can ask Li Zaibai for help, Li Zaibai is also a martial arts student and can help Mo Dashan.

In Mo Dashan's mobile phone, there are still photos and contact information of Li Zaibai.

At that time, when he was leaving, Mo Dashan asked: "What are the characteristics of this Li Zaibai?"

"He carries an ancient sword on his back and likes to wear dark gray clothes. This is Xu Youfeng's answer.

"With black-rimmed glasses, and a chatterbox. This is Fang Tianming's answer.

It was Qin Fen's turn, and Qin Fen only said one word - black!

At that time, it was difficult for Mo Dashan to associate the word black with Li Zaibai, but now that he saw the real person, Mo Dashan felt that Qin Fen's use of black to describe Li Zaibai's characteristics was extremely refined and accurate. To tell the truth, Mo Dashan now wants to tell a joke to Li Zaibai, and then see if his teeth are white enough to blind other people's dog eyes.

He followed Li Zaibai to the side, walked for about half an hour, and when the sunset was broken, Mo Dashan came to a small lake with a radius of fifty or sixty meters.

It looks like a desert oasis, except that only a thin layer of vegetation grows around the lake.

"This lake only appeared a few days ago, and there was an undercurrent coming up from the ground. Dashan, you can rest here with me for the night. Remember, don't run around at night, desert nights are dangerous. Li Zaibai said.

Mo Dashan didn't care too much about Li Zaibai's words, the night of the desert is not a desert, what danger can there be. If you want to say that the most dangerous thing should be walking around at night, it is extremely easy to get lost. But Mo Dashan thinks that he has a water spirit talisman and a vajra talisman on his body, and he is thirsty and not afraid of some small reptiles, so he has no worries at all.

"Zaibai, don't you mind if I ask you a question. Mo Dashan lay comfortably on the sand that still had some residual warmth, looked at the starry sky, sighed comfortably, and asked Li Zaibai.

"What's the matter?"

"Actually, I'm curious, who helped you come up with your name, it sounds a little weird. When I first heard it, I thought you were a descendant of the poet fairy Li Taibai. ”

"You think I'm black, don't you? Li Zaibai looked open when he arrived, and his dark complexion didn't seem to cause him too much trouble, trouble, and burden. "The name was given by my grandfather, and then I am indeed a descendant of the poet fairy Li Taibai. My skin is a little darker, but it's fine, isn't black a sign of health? But you, the eldest young master of Haiyan Group, came from Brother Gongzi, how did you think of coming to the desert to masochist. ”

"I am looking for poetry and distance, not for self-abuse, but for self-redemption. Mo Dashan figured out some problems, and the whole person was relieved. He looked at the starry sky, felt the residual warmth of the sand on his back, felt the warm night breeze, and the whirring wind, and was content.

The moment is so beautiful that it is worth savoring. Mo Dashan only now found that it was a rare enjoyment to lie quietly and look at the starry sky at night.