A hundred miles southeast of the ancient city of Tatra is still a vast desert, except for the endless rolling yellow sand, there is not a single plant, the yellow is monotonous, showing that people are really extraordinarily small in the desert.

The group scattered around the area, looking for traces of Tariq's tomb.

After looking for a morning, the scorching sun hung in the sky, the sun was scorching the sand, at this time they had expanded the area in a hundred miles and searched for fifty miles, Feng Jingyun felt that he was about to be evaporated by the sun, and he still couldn't find any trace of the tomb.

The demeanor is looking around, the yellow sand is endless, and you can only find a tree to enjoy the shade in your dreams, the yellow sand that is hot by the sun is as much as you want, which wants to die, you want to be buried, as long as you lie down on the spot, blow a gust of wind, the corpse will be buried in the sand, and if you are unlucky, the corpse may be dug out and eaten by an animal, and if you are lucky, you will directly become a dry corpse.

The whole group had a parched mouth, and each of them had a large sheepskin kettle tied to his waist, and dry and hard coarse grains in his pockets.

When you are hungry or thirsty, you have to save water and food.

Before the tomb was found, I didn't know when I would return to the ancient city to replenish food and water.

A hundred miles of land, it is not far away, and it is not close to it. What's more, it's a hundred and fifty miles now.

Jun Lonely, including his subordinates, were all dressed in black, and only Feng Jingyun's clothes were white.

What kind of master has some subordinates, the king is lonely and ruthless, murderous, and his subordinates are also unsmiling, indifferent and rigid.

In fact, dark-colored clothes are more likely to absorb light and heat, while light-colored clothes can reflect light. She wanted to remind them not to wear such dark clothes, and Jun Lonely said that it had become a habit of wearing black clothes, so she couldn't help but be strong.

People are not afraid of the sun, so why bother.

Feng Jingyun's heart is also as indifferent as frost, and the hot weather makes the atmosphere between people a little cold.

"If there are other tombs on land, mountains and rivers, it is easy to find ......" Feng Jingyun took a sip of the water in the sheepskin bag, "There is nothing in the desert except sand, and there is no reference to the pendulum or a feng shui array, and the effect cannot be measured." When will I find ......?"

Jun Lonely looked at her and smiled evilly, "I've never heard you complain, and I didn't expect you to complain." ”

"Nonsense! People have different moods in different environments. She gave him a cool look. In fact, she has no ambition to sit on the world, and no one is allowed to step on her head, but she never likes to suffer herself.

Murong Che's kindness, she will inevitably repay it, and she can repay as much as she can.

What's more, this trip to the desert, she had a feeling that Murong Che was more for her.

Because only in this Hera Desert is there the legendary extinct Red Flame Purple Fox.

At the same time that No. 95 was ordered to send people to search for the tomb, he was also looking for the Red Flame Purple Fox, but unfortunately, the two have not been found until now. It's like looking for a legend, hard and hard.

She originally thought that Murong Che's ghost would follow her on the road, but she didn't know that all the way down, Che's ghost had never appeared.

She could feel that since she left the Huanyue Kingdom Jingshi, Che's soul had left the jade pendant he was living in, and he was nowhere to be found.

Although Che didn't say what he did.

She always felt that he ...... It's to help her find the Red Flame Purple Fox.