In the lonely desert, the sun is like fire, and the hot wind hits the face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The only thing that Fang Ze could be light on was that because it was a high demon plane, the portable warehouse was worn on Fang Ze's hand this time in the form of a space ring, instead of turning into a carriage like Atvelan'er, and he had to pull it away.

Wearing high-heeled sand boots, stepping on the soft and hot sand, and without a compass, Fang Ze could only determine a random direction, and then began to walk on foot.

Now the only hope he has is that the so-called Breath Wasteland is only a desert as large as the Cursed Sands, and it will take a little time to get out, otherwise, it is estimated that he will get lost in this desert with no wild experience.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets over the long river.

It sounds spectacular, sad, and feeling.

But when Fang Ze saw the scene in this poem with his own eyes today, not only did he not have the slightest joy, but he also especially wanted to eat the chrysanthemum of the system.

He had teleported the plane when he left Wu Xiaoxi's house in the morning, but it was already afternoon when he arrived at the Daluo plane.

After four hours of walking, it was starting to get dark, and the fear in Fang Ze's heart began to magnify.

At night, it is the time when small carnivores are usually hunting, and the temperature in the desert is about to drop rapidly.

The system only gave me a robe, and I didn't know if it could withstand the very cold desert temperatures at night.

But the good thing is that before you reach the coldest time in the desert, the time to travel will be over, and you will be able to go back.

The wind in the air is no longer hot, but that doesn't bode well.

A gust of wind blew, and with a corner of clothes, it slowly came in the direction of Fang Ze.

Wait, Clothes Corner?!

Fang Ze was sure that it wasn't blown out of his clothes, because it was a white corner of his clothes.

Fang Ze hurriedly lifted his feet out of the sand, ran a few steps quickly, and reached out to grab the corner of the clothes in his hand.

Finger rubbing, a smooth feeling. It seems to be made of silk or something.

The corners of the garment are about a little smaller than the palm of the hand, and there are tearing marks along the edges, and there are delicate patterns on it.

The identity of the owner of this garment is not too low, which also means that there is likely to be a relatively civilized person in front of him, rather than a barbarian human in the Stone Age like the Breathing Savage that the system warned about before.

Fang Ze began to trot briskly towards the place where the wind blew the corner of the clothes, the custom was very slow, and the corners of the clothes were not buried by quicksand, and the owner of the corners of the clothes must be not far ahead.

After trotting for about ten minutes, Fang Ze really saw a white voice, lying quietly in the desert.

Fang Ze cautiously approached the figure and found that the person was lying on his back, his face half buried in the sand, he couldn't see whether it was a man or a woman, and his figure was also covered by a wide robe.

Carefully grabbed the man's shoulder with his hand and turned the man's body over.

"Hey, she's still a beauty. ”

This beautiful girl does not look like a desert people, but a bit like the beauty of the Slavic people on the earth, the lines are resolute but soft, the skin is extremely detailed, and the facial features are also very exquisite.

If you look at the face alone, this beauty can be rated 90 points.

Fang Ze rubbed his hands and began to undress this beauty.

The white turban is removed, and the white robe is removed.

The figure is also good, bumpy and convex, Fang Ze flicked the two useless pieces of fat on this beauty's chest, and instantly saw a trembling scene.

It's about past the D level.

At this time, the beauty only has thin underwear on her.

A pair of round thighs did not cover anything, only a thrilling white greasy.

Fang Ze leaned over and looked at the lips of this beautiful woman, and found that it was particularly dry, and the pink skin on her lips had all cracked.

It was the lack of water that caused the coma.

Fang Ze came to a conclusion, but instead of rushing to get water out of the portable warehouse, he took out a nylon rope first.

This is the nylon rope that Fang Ze originally used to bundle the cargo box, which is very strong, and ordinary people can't break free after being tied, because the nylon rope is the tighter it is the more it breaks free.

Fang Ze turned the beautiful woman's body over again, and then tied her hands and feet with nylon ropes, binding them firmly to ensure that she couldn't break free.

After doing all this, he turned the body of the beauty over again, and looked at the beauty that was now completely picked by you, Fang Ze took out the juice from the portable warehouse, and began to feed the beauty along the lips of the beauty.

After feeding about half a bottle, the beauty's eyelids began to struggle gradually, and her heartbeat became much stronger.

Looks like it's going to wake up.

Fang Ze stopped feeding the juice continuously, screwed the lid of the juice on, then picked up the beauty's robe and began to rummage carefully, if there was anything in the robe.

There were four or five pockets in the inner lining of the white robe, Fang Ze flipped through them one by one, and found a book, a small compass engraved with patterns, and a small arm, like a magic wand in the Harry Potter movies.

Flipping through the book, the words on it were tadpole scripts, Fang Ze didn't know them, so he had to take out any language proficiency card and choose to learn the wizard's lingua franca.

A glimmer of light flashed, and Fang Ze had mastered the samurai lingua franca to the level of his native language, but he still couldn't understand the book!

It seemed that the words on this book were not the lingua franca of wizards, so Fang Ze had to give up the idea of reading the book.

Putting the book down, Fang Ze waved his wand a few more times, but no special effects appeared.

Finally, when Fang Ze played with the compass, a groan came out, and Fang Ze turned his head to see that the beautiful woman had woken up.

Fang Ze was about to go over to say hello to this beauty, when he saw that this beauty's small waist showed unimaginable elasticity, and her belly slumped and fell, and the whole person bounced up in the air.

Although the feet of the helped couldn't break free from the nylon rope, the beauty still bent her body into a bow and stepped directly on Fang Ze's face.

Fortunately, this was in the desert, Fang Ze stepped his right foot deep into the desert, and then leaned back and threw himself directly into the middle of a piece of sand.

Although this was a little embarrassing, Fang Ze also avoided the ending of being trampled on by a beautiful woman with no black stockings.

A sneak attack failed, and the beauty had no way to balance her body in the air, so she fell down directly, and happened to fall next to Fang Ze.

Fang Ze directly took out the fruit knife for self-defense from his personal warehouse, and then rode viciously on the woman's waist, stuck the knife in her neck, and shouted. "Don't move!"

Fang Ze's knife tip was aimed at the beauty's carotid artery, holding the handle of the knife with his backhand, and there was no joke on his face, as if this woman really dared to move again, Fang Ze immediately raised the knife and let her bury her directly in this desert as dry bones!

The woman didn't dare to twist her elastic waist anymore, but looked at Fang Ze with a pair of eyes that were calm and hid her anger.