Sticking out his head and looking at the passing soldiers, all of them with veils over their faces, it seemed that they were all Tuaregs!

When he turned back, Hu Xiaodao closed the door and just took a step.

"Poof! ~”

The door caught Hu Xiaodao's bath towel...... A very bloody thing happened, and Hu Xiaodao's ass was perfectly exposed in front of Monica's eyes.

Hu Xiaodao will never forget Monica's expression of wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

When they got dressed, the soldiers outside the door had already finished retreating, and Hu Xiaodao also sat down with Monica and had a heart-to-heart talk.

"Who the hell are these people?"

"My father's convoy!"

"Why did he send someone to look for you?"

"Can you not answer this question?"

"Okay, I won't talk about the desert, this time we are going deep into the desert for about seven days, I hope you can be a good guide, this is a deposit of five thousand dollars, put it away!"

"I have a request......

Monica paused, as if she had made up her mind.

"Knock knock—"

"Say—" Hu Xiaodao had just said a word when the knock on the door rang again.

"Get in!" Pushing Monica under the bed, Hu Xiaodao kicked the bath towel into the bathroom again, and then opened the door.

"Sorry sir, because there was some accident that disturbed your meal, the hotel has decided to waive your accommodation fee for last night, I hope you have a pleasant trip!"

A young waiter came in with a dining cart and said sincerely, bowed and withdrew after neatly setting Hu Xiaodao's breakfast with his hands and feet.

Hu Xiaodao stopped him and gave him a tip of ten beautiful knives, and the waiter left with a thousand thanks.

Part-time workers like them may not be 100 US dollars a month, and Hu Xiaodao will give 10 US dollars at a time - that's three days' wages!

After Hu Xiaodao finished breakfast and went downstairs to check out, he and Monica went to a shop selling spices in the market.

The shop was not far from the hotel, and the owner was a young man in his twenties, a native African Arab, unlike the Tuaregs.

"What? Monica, you're crazy, your father is going to kill me! The young man's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and the whites of his black face and eyes were obvious.

"Carl, I'm going to tell my father that you're interesting to me...... You get the idea, right? Monica hey thief smiled.

"Oh... Monica, don't do that, you know that all the people who openly pursue you are now lying in the Mariana Trench feeding the fish......" Carl seemed to have a headache as he held his head.

"That's right, so now is the time to test our friendship, you see that we have both been good friends since childhood, who will help me if you don't help me?" Monica's wicked smile makes Carl a little creepy!

This little witch will inexplicably come up with some bad ideas, such as when she was a child, she liked to skip school to catch scorpions, and when she was a little older, she liked to watch foreign movies and wear strange clothes.

Every time she was caught, her father would punish their friends, and he was reluctant to touch a finger of the little witch, and gradually no one wanted to play with Monica.

Carl is arguably Monica's last friend, as Carl's parents pay a large amount of taxes to Monica's father every year, and Monica's father guarantees that there is only one spice shop in the entire town.

At the same time, in other towns under Carl's father's rule, Carl's parents had other properties, but Monica lived here, so Carl was reluctant to leave and insisted on inheriting his father's old spice shop.

But Monica accidentally discovered that Carl had quietly taken up the ancient profession of smuggling, smuggling a large amount of delicious food and fun from the other side, so Monica blackmailed him a lot.

Carl said pitifully: "Okay, you are still willing to make friends with me, even if I fight for this life, I will get the camel for you!" ”

After thinking about it, Karl seemed to have made up his mind: "At three o'clock this afternoon, we will gather at the place where we caught scorpions when we were children, and then I will bring two camels full of water and salt beans to meet you, don't miss the time!" ”

Monica also has a nickname - "Late King!" ”

"Okay my Carl, we're still going to find food, remember not to be late in the afternoon!" Monica actually has the face to say to others.

Without waiting for Carl's reaction, Monica walked out of the door with a knife.

When she walked to the door, Monica looked at it, pulled the knife and said, "No one, let's go!" ”

Fortunately, Monica had a veil over her head, and the Tuareg men on the street were covered with blue veils, and no one pulled the veil to find out who it was.

"Here, we should be able to buy thirty catties!" Monica pointed to the pastry shop not far ahead.

Walking to the door of the store, it looks like a typical Arab family workshop, a young Arab man rolls bread with a thick rolling pin, and two old people are busy in front of the fire, and business seems to be good.

"What kind of bread is this?" Hu Xiaodao looked at the dough with chopped green onions and potato strips.

"There is no special name, it is ordinary dry food, which can be eaten immediately or stored, hot soup and hot water in the desert may not be realistic, and it is still okay to eat some dry food beef and mutton!"

After listening to Monica's words, Hu Xiaodao remembered that the Tuareg people seemed to believe in Islam and did not eat pork.

Thinking of this, Hu Xiaodao easily understood the resentful eyes of the black brother in the hotel when he ordered bacon last night.

"Thirty pounds of bread, fifteen pounds of beef and mutton! It should last fifteen days! ”

There is only so much limit for the two-peaked camel to carry, the food is not expensive, and the boss knows that Hu Xiaodao is Chinese, and enthusiastically sends two catties of beef.

"Are you all so enthusiastic here? Is it to give you face or to give me face? Hu Xiaodao turned his head and asked Monica!

"Do you see me like this, will he recognize me?" Monica shrugged her shoulders and led the way out of the city with the thirty catties of beef and mutton packed by the boss on her back.

Hu Xiaodao carried 30 catties of dough on his back and followed Monica all the way to the outside of the city, and when he was about to reach the suburbs, Monica handed Hu Xiaodao 20 dinars.

"There are guards at the door, twenty dinars we can get out safely, don't worry about me, it's okay!" Monica spoke quickly.

Sure enough, there was a sentry box on the outskirts of the city, several jeeps were parked on both sides of the road, more than a dozen soldiers sat in jeeps smoking cigarettes, and four soldiers with blue scarves held submachine guns to collect money from everyone who entered and exited.

"Is there such a thing now?" When there were still seventy or eighty meters away from the checkpoint, Hu Xiaodao found that the guards had already paid attention to the two of them.

"Take it easy, it's normal with us!" Monica spat out a word lightly and stopped talking, and walked forward with a quick pace.

"Stop!" This guard actually speaks English, and it seems that the money collected is also of a high level!

Hu Xiaodao did not speak, and handed twenty dinars to one of the soldiers.

The soldier's eyes immediately straightened, and with a wave of his hand, he let Hu Xiaodao and Monica's backpack go without even checking it.