The caravan had walked in the desert for a long time, and finally arrived at the predetermined camp in the evening, and everyone got out of the camels and wagons, and each looked for a place to camp.

It is said to be a campsite, but in fact it is a few dilapidated houses, and there is a deep well in front of it that can be used for people to get water for drinking, but there is also a sign on the side that says that this well can only be used for drinking, and not for washing or other purposes.

In fact, this is also the unspoken rule of every deep well in the desert area, and travelers passing by generally follow it. The people who live in such an arid area have always understood the importance of water to human beings, so they can also see that what Miss Afaf did to the Eric guard in the past is actually well known.

When camping, it is also exquisite, the caravan guards are guarded around, the owner of the caravan is in the center, and the travelers who come with them are camped on the other side with an invisible dividing line.

Flitton and Torre quickly set up their tents in the best position in a corner, and then asked "Phil" to come out of the carriage.

In fact, it is more comfortable for them to stay in the carriage, but it is safer to come out and disguise it in order to hide their eyes.

So Phil actually just asked Larrell to disguise himself as him and go out for a walk. He himself stayed in the carriage and carried out the original experiments, and with his energy he did not sleep for several months, it did not affect it, and his body would naturally rotate between rest and work.

Soon, the time came for night, the desert night was lonely and cold, someone lit a bonfire, and then a group of people got together to drink some spirits to ward off the cold and talk. In addition to the fierce folk customs, the people of the Wasteland are also enthusiastic and bold to their own people, and feel that the atmosphere is good, someone takes out a Hu Bula, plays a passionate tune, a few bold and bold Wasteland women, then around the waist to hang a thin golden scarf, there are red, white and yellow, colorful and colorful, swing this hip, around the bonfire, according to the rhythm of the bright tune of Hubula, dancing. The man who was good at singing saw it, and while walking over, he clapped his hands and sang loudly a folk song that he didn't understand the language, and his voice was transparent and bright, and it was like a strong wind in the campsite, and he also felt that it was very good.

After a while, almost everyone integrated into this happy bonfire, the warm and open style of the people of Huangzhou was undoubtedly revealed here, people danced around the bonfire, while singing loudly along with the folk songs, all of a sudden everyone was familiar, some young ** in the hazy bonfire light, closer and closer, the hot skin suddenly fit together, burning their hot hearts.

At this time, if he really saw the right eye, he quietly walked away from the campfire ball, and found a secret place behind the camp, and without waiting to untie his clothes, he would start the fire and do nothing else.

At this time, there were fewer women walking outside, and there were only a few in a bonfire ball, but the people of the barren continent did not have so many taboos, and there were not so many rules that bound people, and they would kill people when they wanted to kill them, and they would love them happily when they wanted to love, where could they control so much? Of course, this is also the case at this time, whether he is a man or a woman, and it is not for the purpose of starting a family, everything is just sex.

Of course, such a thing is still a bit too much if the family is around, and Afif only stayed by the campfire until the enthusiastic and unrestrained women of the desert came out to dance, and was dragged back to the caravan by her mother, separated by a few guarded tents, and even the cheers seemed to be separated by a wall.

"It's not where you should be, don't go there again, or your Abba will be angry. Mother taught her this, so she found a maid to stand outside the tent door, and walked away herself.

Afaf was a little sad, and finally came out of the house, originally thinking that it was a blue bird out of the nest, and the sky was vast for her to fly, but she was still locked in a cage, and she couldn't even wave her wings.

Listening to the sound of cheers not far away, she became more and more sad. Grandma died, Abba dealt with the family's ledgers all day long, and Mommy locked her up like this, without any freedom at all.

"Miss, you still have to listen to your mother, over the campfire, you better wait two more years before going. When the maid saw her like this, she comforted her. Azhu is a little girl in a red gauze dress, and she looks playful and cute.

"Azhu, why can't I go over?" Afafu wondered.

Although Azhu is about the same age as Afarf, sixteen or seventeen years old, she didn't grow up listening to the rules in the family, and when she came back just now, she "accidentally" passed by the back of the campsite, and at this time, she looked at her young lady, her cheeks were red, and she smiled: "In short, you'd better not go to the campfire." ”

"As long as I don't go to the campfire, right?" said Alphaf.

"Huh?" Ah Zhu didn't expect this, thinking about it carefully, when her mother was looking for her before, she also forbade the young lady to go to the bonfire.

Afaf didn't care so much, he took Azhu and ran out of the tent, and walked in a large circle from the outside, through the invisible line between the two camping areas, and came to the corner on the other side.

She had gone to the campfire before, and it was clear that Uncle Eric had not come out, and when she came over to take a look, she saw the other party sitting in front of a beautiful tent, eating a piece of dry food.

"Uncle Eric!" Afafu let go of Azhu and ran over to shout, but halfway through the run, before Eric's head was raised, he slowed down again, and he was as elegant and beautiful as before, noble and clean, this is what her mother told her, the real hero of the desert man, he likes such a woman.

Azhu shook his head, stopped ten meters away, and looked at the intersection.

Flitton, who goes by the pseudonym Eric, looked up and saw Afif coming over and said hello, in fact, the entire camp was under his surveillance, and Afaf's every move did not escape his eyes, but in any case, if he continued to play his current role, it was inevitable to have a good relationship with Aff. It's not that he didn't pretend to be indifferent, but the other party liked it even more.

The heart of a sixteen, seventeen, or eighteen-year-old girl, he didn't understand it at all.

Now I had to talk to each other at night, most of them were Afif talking about interesting things about her childhood, and Flitton occasionally responded, and if he said a few more words, Afif would immediately get excited.

However, during this period, the two of them behaved properly and did not do anything else.

Before midnight, Aju came over and pulled Afarfur back.

"See you tomorrow, Uncle Eric!" she reluctantly.

"Good night. ”

Flitton nodded, watched the other man leave, then turned and walked out of the camp, only to return half an hour later.

So the night was peaceful.