Night was falling.

The evening breeze slowly brushed his cheeks with residual heat, blowing away the yellow sand that had been sticking to his face.

The camel also crouched wearily on the sand, its nose fluttering, and it no longer moved. Because of the hard struggle, the reins made of cowhide were almost embedded in its neck, and it was still tense at the moment.

"Boom—"

The yellow sand rubbed against it, making a sound that made people's teeth fall.

The man who was pinned down by the other end of the reins suddenly coughed heavily.

With a strong hand, the fleshy hand had already grabbed the rope with his backhand, dragged his body up with great difficulty, and leaned on the camel's body with one bone.

The yellow sand on his body rolled down one after another, and the wind blew into his nose, itching terribly.

However, at this time, even the strength of his sneezing was almost gone.

He didn't have time to sit and rest, so he leaned over and pulled the person lying at his feet with all his might, "Senior Brother Seven......"

As if hearing his call, the dead man suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

In the night wind, on the empty sandy sea, there were only two shivering people and an exhausted camel.

As soon as the sun had completely set, the weather quickly became colder.

Obviously, the wind that blew a moment ago was still mixed with the boiling heat of the day, and it was like ice in an instant. On such a night, few people dare to sleep outside. Maybe when you wake up, a good person becomes a hard ice cube.

The cold moon hangs in the sky, rising higher and higher.

In the night breeze, the boy stretched out his free hand and finally wiped away the dense grit on his face.

Ji Jun, who was also sitting next to the camel, also gasped and reached out to dust the sand from his face.

Clarity of sight is restored. Yan Huai gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger that was tightly tied to his leg and cut it to the reins.

The moment the cowhide rope was broken. The dried blood stains on the injured wrist immediately bloomed, and the blood seeped into the yellow sand beneath him. But he didn't feel any pain anymore...... I don't know how far I was dragged out by the panicked camels......

But judging by the camel that was lying quietly at this time. I'm afraid it's not far away.

When disaster struck, not only were they scared and scattered, but the camels, known as the ships of the desert, were just as afraid.

The temperature was getting colder and colder, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"Eleven, what about the dungeon?" Ji Yun, who finally came to his senses, staggered to his feet.

Yan Huai frowned and looked around.

Under the cool moonlight, the yellow sand is boundless.

The rising sand dunes change shape at any time in the hunting winds. The entrance to the dungeon. But it is firmly engraved in their hearts.

Sure enough, as he thought, the camel didn't go far with them after waking up - the underground palace was not far away.

That deep depression of sand...... It's terrifying!

Yan Huai took a deep breath and stood up straight with his uninjured hand supporting the camel's body.

Almost in unison, the two spoke, "Collapsed." ”

Judging from the degree of depression of the sand layer, I am afraid that no one in the underground palace will survive.

Except for Master Feng, who died at their hands, the remaining eight people could not escape without any preparation.

Tianji Battalion. It was really buried by the yellow sand, and has since disappeared from the long river of history.

Yan Huai couldn't help but sigh.

He grew up in the underground palace since he was a child, and although he was the youngest, he really talked about it. I stayed longer than everyone else, and I was more familiar with the Tianji Camp Palace.

That's why he was the first to escape from the dungeon at the last moment. At the moment when the yellow sand came to his face, he tied himself to the camel.

But at the same time, you have to bring Ji Jun. It's not easy.

The two arms hanging at his side, one wrist was dripping with blood. The other hand was shaking uncontrollably.

There are only a few dead poplar forests left in the dead poplar forest near the underground palace.

"Eleventh ......" Ji Jun's gaze fell on his injured hand, "You could have left me alone." ”

Under the pale moonlight, the ragged young man raised the corners of his mouth, shook his head and said, "Seventh Senior Brother, if you change you, will you ignore me?" ”

"Naturally not!" Ji Jun blurted out. The next moment, however, he knew he was wrong. In Dunhuang City that day, Eleven was alone, and he really wanted to turn back to find someone, but the senior brothers stopped him a little, and he didn't continue to insist in the end. In the end, this is the biggest difference between him and Eleven.

In fact, he still values himself more than the others.

But he would not have told the life-saving benefactor who was bleeding from his wrist at this moment.

Without that arrow, his life would have been ruined.

"I owe you my life, Eleven." Ji Jun sat down on the sand in a dejected manner, "You and I are brothers, these words don't need to be polite, but I still have to say that if there is a place where I need to help in the future, I will repay it with my life!" ”

For the rest of his life, his voice was hoarse and weak.

Yan Huai heard it clearly.

Leaning back against the warm body of the camel, he closed his eyes, listened to the sound of the wind raising sand, and said, "Senior Brother Seven, let's go back to Xiyue." ”

Hearing this, Ji Jun turned his head to look at him sharply and said, "Go back to Xiyue?" ”

"The Heavenly Machine Camp has been destroyed, so what's the use of us staying here?" Yan Huai didn't open his eyes and said in a low voice.

What's more, the moment he pulled out the bow, he knew that he would no longer be able to stay in the Tianji Camp.

The senior brothers who grew up together, but at the last moment, they were still drawing their swords against them, it was like a joke. But for so many years, they didn't even know each other's real names.

Ji Jun said: "No matter what, people always have to return to their hometowns." ”

They are originally from the West Vietnamese.

His lips, which were chapped due to lack of water, opened and closed slightly, and Yan Huai suddenly asked a sentence as if he was inadvertent, "Seventh Senior Brother, where is your hometown?" ”

West Vietnam is not small.

"I'm from Bianjing." The expression on Ji Jun's face suddenly became more serious.

Yan Huai said: "Bianjing, that's a good place." ”

Ji Jun laughed against the wind, choked and coughed twice, "What about you." Eleven's hometown should be in the Northlands, right? When he speaks, he inadvertently brings with him the characteristic timbre of the Northland.

"yes...... ...... at the feet of the Son of Heaven," Yan Huai Huo Ran opened his eyes. With a sparkle in his eyes, "It's time to go back!" ”

"Then let's go back." Ji Jun smiled slightly.

Between words. Their eyes fell on the deeply sunken desert.

……

A month later, winter has arrived.

The sand on the sand sea is scorched by the sun during the day, so hot that it burns people, but at night it is cold like an ice blade, which can cut through people's skin.

In Dunhuang City, the camel caravan in front of the Song Mansion was ready to go.

The hunchback, already burdened with a heavy blanket and cage, patted its strong back as it raised its head.

The crisp and distant camel bell rings linger in Dunhuang City.

Although it is cold in winter. But it's the best time to get in and out of the desert.

So Xie Shuning and the Song family set off at this time, and Song Yanzhao was still relieved. Shaman and Shu Yan prepared a lot of gifts for their mother and daughter, and asked them to take them back to Kyoto, and before they knew it, their group was about to catch up with the small caravan.

Originally, they were going to leave Dunhuang a month ago.

But when something like that happened, how dare they leave immediately? Fortunately, in the past month, the desert has returned to tranquility. Song Yanzhao specially summoned the most famous guides in the city. Let them work out all kinds of dangers that may occur during the journey, and then come up with solutions one by one.

It took a long time for Song Yanzhao to choose an experienced man who surprised Xie Shuning as their guide for this trip.

Scar was sent with him again.

Send out Scar, of course. There is another reason.

The amount of gold is not small, and it is always good to be cautious.

The guide said. There will be no movement for a few years. But Song Yanzhao was still not at ease. let them come up with a way to deal with the ground movement, and finally agreed to let Xie Shuning's mother and daughter go on the road.

The day of departure has arrived. It was not much different from the time they arrived in Khotan last year.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

If you go slower along this road, I'm afraid it will take nearly half a year.

Xie Shuning looked down at her skin that had become fairer and smoother by goat's milk, and she was really reluctant to get up.

In addition to the injury, this period of time in Dunhuang was simply the most relaxed and pleasant period of her past and present lives combined, so easy that she didn't even think of Zhen'er for a long time.

Sometimes, she even wonders if she has found another way to live in life.

But apparently, not yet.

Wearing a thick and warm snow bear skin, Xie Shuning braided her hair and was sent to a camel by Shaman.

"Aman, my aunt is reluctant to let you go." Sharman had red eyes, and the blue in her eyes was misty.

Xie Shuning sat on the camel, leaned over and hugged her neck, and her eyes were red, "If my uncle is free, my aunt and cousin will come to Beijing to live for a month." ”

Sharman kissed her forehead, "It will." ”

"Aman, there will be a period later!" Shu Yan turned his head back and said solemnly.

Xie Shuning raised her hand to wave goodbye to him, and the bracelet on her wrist was as red as blood, swaying, drawing a series of virtual marks under the blue sky.

The camel caravan soon left Dunhuang.

Scar and the swordsmen were guarding the front and rear, and the guide, Erie, was a tall man who was not confused, and he was full of confidence from the beginning of his departure.

Maybe he was really experienced, and he didn't expect anything unexpected to happen halfway through.

That night, they set up camp in the poplar forest that the guide Erie and Scar had picked together.

At night, the cold gets heavier and heavier.

Xie Shuning's body was thin, so Song instructed Yuzi and Liu Huang to add two extra thick and warm clothes for her.

Several bonfires rose in the poplar forest, the dead branches crackling and burning, and the light of the fire jumped on the clothes, like elves in Ellie's story.

Xie Shuning gradually became a little sleepy, and her eyelids were heavy.

She leaned into Song's arms, staring at the tiny and bright stars on the dome.

Looking at it, he suddenly heard Scar shouting not far away, "Who is here?" ”

At the same time, Dong Solstice, who had been following Scar in recent days, quietly approached Xie Shuning's mother and daughter, and said in a low voice, "Miss Mrs., an outsider has mixed in!" ”

Xie Shuning was shocked, and her sleepiness disappeared completely. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you Ning Zhihai and kitten 1628 for the pink ~~ There are three votes plus more ~~ Thank you for the peace charm of the velvet strong pro ~~ Today's unlucky mess was a mess, and half of the writing turned out to be the small black house collapsed, and the manuscript was directly gone...... Even the outline that I have been writing for a long time has been swallowed == heart congestion...... When I saw the pink and reward, I was immediately comforted~~ By the way, the winter solstice is the beginning of summer~~ Do you remember~~