Pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning! Sangxia must have never heard this sentence.

Anyway, Fusu has no face to translate such thunderous words to a group of curious gossip foreigners, you don't want to be ashamed, my face, I still have to protect it myself.

Sang Xia snorted, teasing him for not being good enough to be sure that he couldn't translate. Let her ridicule it, anyway, she can't lose a piece of meat without consuming spiritual power, whatever.

It's good if you're happy. Fu Su threw a word and walked to the side to put away the spiritual power hidden in the sand. The palm of his right hand gently squeezed into the air, but this subtle movement was seen by the hearted Solaer. She stared at the strange and handsome Oriental man suspiciously, and for a moment she was fascinated.

After nibbling on the biscuits, saving some water, taking a sip and carefully closing the lid and stuffing it into his bag, Hiersius began to tinker with his satellite phone.

Yesterday, I was busy walking away from the threat of a dust storm, and I couldn't make a call when I turned on my satellite phone several times on the way. At this point, it was found that it was not because the dust storm had affected the signal, but because it had been broken.

After taking out the wire cutter from the tool bag he was carrying, disassembling it and examining it, Siesius reluctantly gave up.

He told Fusu about the matter, saying that it was impossible to ask for rescue. However, blinking his eyes, a face of pleading and hope. It is clear that it is necessary to be a drag oil bottle.

Fusu nodded helplessly, so the group continued to march southwest.

"I have a solution. Sanxia and Fusu walked at the head of the group, and not far behind them were dotted with expedition members. Anyway, none of them can understand Chinese, so they don't shy away from speaking.

While walking, Fusu turned his head to look at Sang Xia, with a gesture of wishing to hear his auspiciousness.

"Wait a minute, cross the dunes in front of you, stop and rest for a while, and then you go under the dunes and dodge to the nearest place here, I mean where there are people. Then, find someone to save them. When the time comes, we'll be able to get rid of these guys. ”

This time, it really makes sense. Fusu nodded, this plan is feasible.

As far as the eye can see in the desert, there is no sand, and the scorching sun seems to drain all the vitality of this place, and it hangs wildly in the air and strives to burst into light and heat. The eye sees not far away, but it is not easy to walk in reality.

It wasn't until near noon that the crowd came to the sand dunes that Sansha had spoken of. The reason why I chose this place is because the surrounding sand dunes are the highest. It's easy to hide.

According to the plan, let the group renovate in situ, drink water, and replenish food to chew dry and tasteless compressed biscuits. Fusu made an excuse and went to a pit at the bottom of the hill...

Solar's emerald eyes searched around for the figure of the oriental man, and Siyehuus had already seen her intentions, and pretended to lean aside casually and said that the one had gone to relieve him. I took this opportunity to talk, and I didn't have any self-awareness that I was in crisis.

The wild couple was always tired of being together, and the black-haired woman held the camera to record the desert and the sun for a while, and then casually flipped through the previous recordings, and suddenly her face froze.

The brunette woman turned her head and asked her husband if he had ever moved the machine, and the bald man shook his head blankly, spreading his hands, no, how could I move your baby.

The black-haired woman looked suspiciously at the rest of the team, eating and drinking, only the tattooed man responded to her gaze alertly.

The brunette shook her head, thinking that she shouldn't have suspected them, maybe they weren't saved at the time? No, I remember pressing the record button, it couldn't have been saved without it.

Forget it, I'll get the hacker to help you find some clues in the memory card when you get home.

The tattooed man leaned between the two archaeologists and squinted at the little girl sitting on the top of the dune, expressing his doubts.

The archaeologist smiled and said, you are also a medical student, where did such a ridiculous guess come from.

How is that possible? How do these two Orientals look like the sons of God? There are always some people with strange powers in this world, and besides, it's normal for some powerful masters in the mysterious ancient Oriental country.

After the tattooed man was stubbornly ridiculed by the two elders, he still stared at the girl on the dune, something was definitely wrong, but something was wrong.

There is such a person in this world, you are kind to him and save him, but he is bent on finding out your past and secrets.

Fusu is back. Chong Sangxia nodded, "At most, in an hour, there should be a helicopter to pick them up." ”

Sang Xia patted him on the shoulder and smiled proudly, "You do things, I don't worry." ”

The words were praised, but the expression betrayed the true meaning of her heart. It's not my idea. Otherwise, these guys have been following, and Ma Yue in the Year of the Monkey will be able to find the Extinction Realm.

Fusu smiled and didn't care about her complacency, she came out to prepare to save the common people from danger, and turned out to be the guide of the expedition. It's really heartbreaking to think about. So much better.

Sit back and wait for someone to pick you up. He really can't do the job of a nanny. After walking all morning, this little step is no different from standing still for him, and it is really not a way to spend it like this.

"Come, come, come..."Sanxia suddenly became excited. The two eyes were like being stung by bees, and they kept blinking.

Fusu was wondering what kind of trick she was smoking, and saw the pretty face of Solaer, who had just climbed the sand dunes, just appeared.

To be honest, this blonde and blue-eyed foreign woman is really good-looking. It's just that the wind and dust cover up most of the posture, but the close-fitting camouflage uniform still shows the tall and well-proportioned good figure vividly.

“Hey.” Solar said hello timidly.

Sang Xia grinned and hid to the side and threw a cranberry-like fruit in his mouth, eating melons.

Fusu responded, a little confused.

“Here’s my number .can you give me yours?” Solal slipped a business card into Fusu's hand and smiled sheepishly.

is basically gray-faced, and I can't tell if she is blushing or not.

Fusu... Shaking his head, he only said that he had a task to disclose.

Solar was gone, lonely. As soon as Fusu turned his head, he saw Sang Xia eating and laughing behind him, and his face was not good-looking.

"Did you see this a long time ago?"

Sanxia had the ability to foresee the future occasionally, so he concluded that she must have known about it a long time ago.

So, that meaningful laugh, so, before the person arrived, he excitedly shouted that something was coming...

"Hey, don't you understand English?" Fusu stared at Sang Xia hesitantly, she sneered, "Hehe... You can see this kind of thing, and you still need to understand it? Are you a prodigal who attracts bees and butterflies everywhere, aren't you very happy, and you will receive a minister under the skirt, or a foreign girl!"

... If there is really smoke in the air, Fusu at this time is estimated to be able to use it as a wolf smoke to guide the direction of the helicopter.

It's terrible to be uneducated.

"What kind of bees attract butterflies, what kind of prodigal goods, who taught you these words?

"You take care of me. Hehe, I'm willing. It means that this is what it means. Hmph..."

Sanxia turned his head and sat down on the sand dunes, and after eating the fruit, he took out two giant hawthorns from his backpack. threw one to Fusu, and before he could hear his cry, he took a bite and took a bite.

In an instant, a soul-penetrating sourness jumped from the tip of the lips and tongue to the top of the head, and then swam back to the throat and chest, and spread to the limbs and corners. Include every hair, fingertips.

She shivered and trembled. Two tears in his eyes looked at Fusu.

Fusu... Hahahahaha!!

The voice was loud, and the laughter could not be stopped.

It's so sour that you want to scold people but you can't believe it! I'm going to die, the wind will hurt me! Sang Xia's little face twisted as if the wind was twitching, and he kept gargling his mouth with water frantically, and it took a while to ease up.

At the bottom of the mound, Solar sat sadly on the sand and looked at the two figures on the top of the mound.

Siyesius came over again at the right time and comforted him and said It's not that you are not beautiful enough, people are already a couple, it is not good to snatch love with a knife, there is no grass in the world...

After resting for more than half an hour, his physical strength was almost replenished, and the tattooed man saw that Siyesius could talk to Fusu, so he took the lead in climbing the sand dune to indicate if it was time to continue the journey.

Fusu looked at his watch, okay, if you like to go, then go, anyway, a few more kilometers will not delay the helicopter search and rescue.

The vast desert is empty, and who else will there be but this team of living treasures?

Besides, the coordinates are reported very finely, and the search and rescue team will not be able to find them no matter how stupid they are. Thank you for taking precautions in the middle of the night to get a VISA card as Xia Mingshu, and thank you for having enough dollars in the card.

This was made when it was convenient for him to walk around, and it was never used, but it came in handy at this time.

Witty as I am. When he went out, he could still think of bringing money, not because Fusu was idle, but because the place where the Sahara was located was so remote that if Sangxia's stored water ran out, he still needed to go to a nearby place to buy it.

Just in case. Poor families are rich, an ancient tradition of the Chinese.

As expected, the group walked for about an hour before they heard the roar of a helicopter in the distance.

The people of the expedition team were crazy, waving their clothes and shouting at the top of their voices, and the tattooed man's lighter was borrowed by the polar reporter and set fire to a map. In fact, even if he didn't burn his map, the search and rescue personnel on the helicopter would be able to see them.

Collect money to do things. Are you friends with Mr. Xia? The expedition team looked confused, and Fusu smiled and nodded.

A group of people got into the helicopter, but the owner waved goodbye.

Everyone looked dazed, so just? Didn't they be scared when they had just experienced a sandstorm? Didn't they leave? Anyway, there shouldn't be much water in the backpacks of these two people, right? After confirming that the two had no intention of getting on the plane, the search and rescue personnel left decisively.

Flying high into the sky, everyone looked down on the two smaller and smaller figures below, each with their own thoughts.

Could it really be an angel? Is it a son of God? How is it possible, is it really a man of God who sent us back to the city yesterday, and we still have to walk for so long? And find a helicopter to save us? No, how did this helicopter come to us? Who is Mr. Xia?

... A series of question marks came to the minds of the expedition team.

Doubt, overthrow, doubt, overthrow...

The two who stayed in place let out a long sigh of relief and finally sent them away.

As the saying goes, save people to the end, send Buddha to the west. Now, the eyes of a group of curious gossip and exploration disappeared, and they could finally run as much as they wanted.

The Cloth Wind Bird flapped its wings happily in the air, and its clear call accompanied by the laughter of Sanxia's silver bells resounded throughout the desert at the same time.

Catch up and make up for the time lost yesterday plus a whole morning.

The two of them hurried forward. Fusu no longer had to calculate the problem of spiritual power reserves, because he knew that the power of heaven and earth contained in his palm seemed to be stronger than his own Dibai spiritual power.

Although it is not yet a climate at this time, the future is promising.

Near night, the wind rose again, and the spiritual power slightly supported the two to continue their journey. When the starry sky swayed, Fusu withdrew a touch of spiritual power, and with a wave of his hand, the twilight blade came out, and quickly slashed towards the distant sky.

In just an instant, the energy fluctuations detected by the spiritual power disappeared.

The edge of the Twilight Blade missed, and then quickly swept back into Fusu's hand.

Twisting his eyebrows, he thought about it. It must not be the Extinction Realm, and the energy fluctuations of the enchantment will not disappear for no reason. So, it must be something else he didn't know.

Not an evil spirit. Although there are many dry bones in the yellow sand, there are really not many people who die here.

Because, very few humans will set foot in this desert. Those who died here in vain were either ancient camel riders or expedition teams looking for excitement. For example, the wave that just sent away.

Nor any of the secret tribes he had come into contact with. The spiritual power of the secret clan has its own characteristics, the phantom spirit clan is pure, the fox clan is cold, and Gui Wu still has the breath of a blind horn man, scorching and heavy.

As for the shark clan, how could it be, they are too busy to take care of themselves now, and they will not come to such a ghost place without a drop of water at all.

Not to mention the person in charge, all the people in charge, whether it is Yin Cha or Su'er, have a fixed law atmosphere.

This is what the gods have designed to restrain their abilities. It hasn't changed for billions of years. The charm of the mountains and seas is the only one...

Excluding the possibility of familiarity, it must be unknown.

Overseas spiritual powers, he has also encountered a lot of them over the past 2,000 years.

The eventful West Sea elves always like to send blessings to people, the boring Bingyang Light Spirit goes to be a nanny for the bear when he has nothing to do, and the evil black witch always dresses himself up as a man-eating demon king, but is actually as timid as a mouse;

There are also mimic beasts who like to disguise themselves as small animals, heart eaters with scary names and even more scary names, polygonal crows who can speak any language in the world, and so on and so forth...

There are no wonders in the world, and there are still many races of human beings, so why not the spiritual powers. It's just that the number is scarce, except for a few secret clans, the rest of the spiritual power has no inheritance and no system, and most of them are hidden in inaccessible places.

The few who beg for a living in the human world also live a very low-key life.

Based on this, Fusu was not too surprised. It's just that I don't know what kind of spiritual power the other party is, what kind of means does it have, and most importantly, is the other party good or evil?

The Secret Clan has fallen people, not to mention unrestrained spiritual powers.

These fragmentary spiritual power are about the remnants of the gods when they created the world, and to put it bluntly, they are a group of three regardless of the situation.

If it's just a few people with evil thoughts, if they are used by people with intentions to gather together, then something big will happen!

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