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"Bang!"

The black sack was lifted from the saddle and tossed to the sand, rolling and writhing in defiance, and a muffled "uh-huh" sound came from within.

"Little bunny, be honest!" The warrior on the horse rolled down, raised his leather boots, and kicked them playfully. The sack tumbled and slid down the dunes, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"This kid is stubborn and slippery, worthy of the dead lion's species." "After running around for several years, I finally found him!" "Captain, you should be light, don't kick him to death."

The other seven warriors also dismounted, and six of them surrounded the sacks, laughing and scolding. Leave one to climb to the top of the raised sand peak, observing the sun-lit yellow sand, clumps of green cacti, and the crescent oasis beyond, keeping a watch.

"Don't worry, there is no shadow of the treasure left by the dead lion, how can I be willing to kick this little lion cub to death? That's the wealth of most of the lion tribe! The warrior known as the captain sneered. The eight of them were all dressed in wide black robes, with black scarves wrapped around their heads, a black gem inlaid in them, and black scimitars with black scabbards around their waists. The captain is a hematite-level martial artist, and the other seven are all black-lead.

A warrior untied the leather rope from the mouth of the sack and dragged Sinbad out. The boy was tied up, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his mouth was stuffed with rags, and he struggled as he could, glaring hatefully at the people around him.

The other warrior pulled out the rag from his mouth, and Sinbad spat out a mouthful of spit and sprayed it in the other's face. The other party slapped him in the face, \u62

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"You killed Uncle Musa, you bastards!" Sinbad turned his head sideways, his eyes red, and he cursed angrily.

"Let this kid be quiet." The captain said impatiently. Several warriors whipped their horsewhips and whipped Sinbad like a storm, causing him to tear his clothes and flesh open, and roll over like a spinning top.

"Bastard! Bastard......" Sinbad's scolding grew low and hoarse, and the captain called off the whipping.

"Little cub, after three years, haven't you figured out your situation?" The captain walked up to Sinbad, the tip of his boot arrogantly raising the boy's chin, "You are no longer the young chief of the lion tribe. Your tribe has changed hands, and your old man is buried deep underground, and he has long since become a dead lion with rotting bones. Even his most loyal chief of the guard, Mosa, went to hell today. If you don't know each other again, I'll send you to be reunited with them. ”

"You deserve to go to hell, and Allah will punish you...... Hmm...... "Sinbad had just said a few words when he was trampled on his face by his boot and squeezed hard.

"Stop this useless nonsense. Where is the treasure left by your Lao Tzu? Say it, I'll divide half of you, let you fly away, and run away. The captain removed his boots, and everyone's eyes lit up, staring at Sinbad.

"Phew!" Sinbad spat out the blood and sand from his mouth, "I know you are Harry's secret guard, and there is no way to let me go!" "Harry is the name given to the king by the people of the Land of Sand, and the Secret Guard is dedicated to Harry to deal with shady matters.

The warriors said in a rambling manner: "The moon of the dark guard is only ten gold coins, which is a fart compared to the treasure left by your father!" "Boy, let's ask for money and not for life, let's say it!"

The captain grabbed Sinbad by the collar and lifted it into the air: "In order to hunt you down, our brother has been sleeping in the open and running around for the past few years, but that mediocre Harry is still dissatisfied with us, not only deducting our salary, but also yelling that he will put us in prison, we don't want to do it for a long time!" How about it, tell me where the treasure is hidden, everyone takes what they need, and it has nothing to do with each other! ”

Sinbad stared at each other. Even if they handed over the treasure, they would be killed, not to mention that they had killed Uncle Mosa. "How can a pack of jackals deserve to steal the lion's food?" He raised his head and resolutely shouted, "Kill me if you have a kind!" ”

The captain's expression was cold: "Want to die?" How can it be so easy? He violently ripped off the boy's clothes and dragged them to a sunny position, allowing the scorching sun to scorch Sinbad's bare skin.

"It's useless to have a hard mouth, the desert will pry your mouth open!" The captain kicked Sinbad a few times, returned to the backlit dunes, and picked up the water bladder from the saddle and drank bitterly.

"Captain, this place is too close to Crescent City, do you want to change places?" A warrior asked.

"What are you afraid of, we are still the king's secret guard, who dares to trouble us?" The captain wiped the water on his beard, "This kid has lived in Crescent City for so long, and he still refuses to flee to the outer realms, and most of the treasures are hidden in the city. ”

"I'll go and give him some water, lest his mouth will dry up and he will become jerky." A warrior with a sharp beak and cheeks walked over and unbuckled his trousers. "Bang la", yellow urine poured on Sinbad's face.

You damn bastards! Sinbad gritted his teeth, and the yellow sand was boiling hot, so hot that his whole body became red, and blisters bulged out, and his head seemed to be burned, revealing a mushy smell.

I'm going to die, like a normal person. He closed his eyes sadly, the bright light still piercing his eyelids and flickering brightly. His head was getting hotter and hotter, and the sun was raging and cutting through the flesh like a red-hot knife, and the pain was cracking.

The lion didn't deserve to die like that, he thought to himself.

I don't know how long it took, Sinbad was woken up by water. When I opened my eyes, the sun was still scorching and the heat was burning. Instinctively, he twisted his neck and licked the droplets with his tongue, and now his throat was swollen and painful.

"Boy, it's only been an hour." The captain's fierce face temporarily obscured the daylight, allowing the boy to breathe. The captain shook the water bag and deliberately smacked his lips, "If you can't get through it, sooner or later you will have to explain obediently." Where the hell is the treasure? If you say that, I'll give you a sweet \u

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Sinbad spat at him with all her might, but all that came out was viscous foam, and his body was torn by the wriggling.

"Little cub, I'll see how long you can last!" The captain scolded.

"Captain, it looks like someone is coming over there!" The sentry warrior shouted from afar, and the rest of the warriors immediately got up and scattered around under the cover of the sand dunes.

Everyone's hands pressed down on the hilt of the knife, and the cat's waist lunged, holding their breath. They have been together for many years, and they have a tacit understanding, which happens to be centered on Sinbad and distributed into a circle of defensive formations.

After a while, the sentry warrior shouted again, "It's okay, that guy went in the other direction." It should be passing, like a foreign little nobleman. ”

Everyone waited for a moment before they relaxed. Sinbad vaguely heard them talking, but couldn't hear them clearly, her ears began to "buzz", and her brain became more and more foggy, as if floating in the clouds.

But if we're lucky, there's an angel left. It doesn't change, it doesn't go, it doesn't disappear because there is no oil. In a daze, these words floated through his heart. Who said that? He struggled to remember.

A gust of wind blew, rolling up the misty sand. This is the haunted desert to the north of the Crescent Oasis, and after noon, the sand wind begins to blow and the dust swirls. A few hours later, twilight covered the desert like a gray veil.