Rose had a dream, of course, people often don't know that they are dreaming when they are dreaming, but Rose can clearly recognize that she is dreaming. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She strode across a wilderness of endless Gobi deserts on either side, with only stones, gravel, animal skeletons, cacti, and fallen and withered tree trunks as far as the eye could see. The sun shines brightly overhead, and the golden sunlight shines on the ground as if it were not worth money, bringing scorching heat and death.

She walked step by step, she didn't know where she came from or where she was going.

But she knows who she is.

Who is she?

She didn't remember her name for a moment, but she had a dagger in her right hand, a dagger forged from fine iron, piercing armor like paper, and killing like a chicken.

The name is thorn.

A dagger that flickered in cold light, giving her the feeling of an old friend.

She smiled, although she didn't know who she was for the time being, but with such a dagger in her hand, what was she afraid of?

It's so hot! The relentless light baked the earth wantonly, as if it wanted to turn this piece of Gobi into a baked cake oven, incinerating everything inside. If she usually sees a baked pancake oven, she will happily watch by the side, because the freshly baked baked pancakes are absolutely delicious in the world, but if you are in the oven yourself, it is likely to be baked into pies, and you may not be so happy!

I'm so thirsty! She licked her lips, which were already peeling, indicating that she hadn't drunk water for at least a day or two. This is extremely dangerous in the Gobi, a person can go three days without eating, but it is absolutely impossible to go without drinking water for three days, water may not be full, but it can maintain people's survival.

Go find water! Go find water! Go find water!

A voice rang in her ears, urging her to find water, to sustain her life.

Okay, I'll go find water!

She is still not fast or slow, which can effectively save her physical strength and give her a better chance of survival. If you run wildly desperately, you are afraid that you will die on the side of the road if you can't run for three or five miles.

She didn't want to die yet.

There seems to be an oasis in front of it, with green leaves, a clear pond, and various flowers and plants growing on the edge of the pond, and the red sorrel grass also bears small red and yellow fruits, and the plump fruits symbolize sufficient water and nutrients.

It's not an oasis, that's life.

It's just that she once heard from the high-rollers in the family that there will be something called "mirage" in the desert Gobi, and you look like an oasis from a distance, but in fact there is nothing there, just a mist spit out by a demon beast called "Mirage". If you see an oasis in front of you and rush there, you will only end up running around again and again to exhaust your strength, and finally die on the side of the road in despair and despair.

It's just that, although there may be a mirage ahead, what choice does she have? She has nowhere to come from, nowhere to go, no goal, no backing, and even the only thing she knows is a dagger called Flower Thorn, even if she can't get there, where can she go?

Since there is nowhere to go, it is better to try your luck.

She walked forward, still unhurried.

If it's a mirage, naturally there's no need to rush over, and if it's a real oasis, it won't run away.

She's not very good, but she's definitely not stupid.

Her steps became heavier and heavier due to lack of nutrition and lack of water, and the Gobi seemed to gradually turn into gravel here, and when you stepped on it, it was a shallow pit, and if you wanted to pull her legs out, it would take more effort, which would undoubtedly consume great physical strength. And that's not the most terrifying thing, it is said that there will be quicksand in the desert, which is a flowing death trap, and anyone who, without the help of a companion, can only watch in despair as they sink deeper and deeper into the sand, and finally be swallowed up by the merciless desert land.

I heard that the "Qilu Hero" who was famous in Shandong died in the quicksand.

The Qilu hero, who picked up the cottage with a gun and a night party in Wulongtan, died in an inconspicuous piece of sand that was not even worth a copper coin, how ridiculous and funny.

However, before life and death, there is no funny.

Life and death are life and death, and there are not so many fancy words.

What the reader said "death is heavier than Mount Tai, and some are lighter than feathers", she never believed it: anyway, they are all dead, they are all turned into a handful of loess, why is one light and one heavy?

Readers know that every day is.

She had to think about these inconsequential, boundless things, because she had to find something to pass the time, so that she could not pay attention to her increasingly weakened body, otherwise her depleted physical strength and will eventually crush her completely, turning her into a pile of bones like countless people who have died in this desert and Gobi throughout the ages.

She didn't want to die, she didn't have any wishes that had to be fulfilled, but she just didn't want to die.

There is no why.

I'm so thirsty!

I really want to drink water!

When you walk to the oasis, you will have water to drink and maybe a bath!

She secretly cheered herself up in her heart, and she pinned her hope of survival on the oasis ahead.

Her stride was a little lighter because of the encouragement and cheering, and she pulled herself together and pushed forward, trying to make herself walk more steady.

The scene of the oasis gradually disappears, first the green broad-leaved trees, then the blue sparkling pool, then the lovely berries on the side, they are like an intoxicating spring dream, giving people infinite reverie and yearning, and then completely disappear at the moment of dawn, leaving endless regrets and losses.

She stood there and sighed.

It's a pity, I thought it was true.

She looked around, and there was yellow gravel everywhere, which shone brightly in the reflection of the midday sun, and dazzled her for a moment.

Seems to be dead?

Perhaps, but she decided to die on the way to survive.

Even if it's death, you have to die like it.

She found another oasis, which was farther away than the original, but looked more like the real thing, because there were still people moving in it, and they wore broad white robes, which could keep out the wind and sand and the sun, and were best worn in the desert.

"Go and ask them something to eat, if it's easy to talk to, then you can get along, if you don't give it, you have to buy it with iron." She thought to herself, holding the dagger in her hand.

The so-called "buying with iron" is robbery.

Robbery inevitably kills people, and murder inevitably leads to bloodshed.

But it can't be helped, sometimes this world is like this, if you want to maintain your own life, sometimes you have to kill others.

Everyone has the right to kill and the right to be killed.

Human beings, who claim to be benevolent and moral, kill each other, but they are no different from animals.

She walked forward again, still with an unhurried posture and a firm and tenacious look.

She walked for so long that she almost thought that her feet were no longer her own, so long that these two feet seemed to be walking on their own, and they did not listen to her at all.

"Stop!" She said.

The two feet are still walking, still unhurried, still firm and tenacious.

She sighed, it seemed that she couldn't control these two feet, there was no way, in this case, it would be up to them to see where they could take them.

The oasis approached, and she slowly walked into the oasis, and this time it turned out to be real!

The green meadow is covered with green blades of grass, which were originally not worth a penny and could be grabbed at hand, but at the moment they are a symbol of life and vitality. There is also a large lake in front of it, and the water in the lake is sparkling and shining with golden sunlight, which looks extremely gentle.

For the first time, the scorching sun didn't make her feel too bad.

On the edge of the lake sat a few robed men, their horses untied and drinking freely, and these sturdy and graceful animals pulled their heads out of the water from time to time, and with a flick of them, they threw out countless droplets of water on the green meadows, nourishing these old and withering plants to their heart's content.

Great place! She thought.

She slowly approached these people, there were eight people in total, a lot of people, if there was no conflict or no conflict, but if she really wanted to fight, she was not afraid.

After all, if you have nothing to eat and no water to drink, you must die, and it is not necessarily who dies when you fight.

One knife kills, only eight hits are enough, not much!

She's not smart, but she calculates.

"Hey, can you give me some water and food?" She shouted hard, saying forcefully, because her dry voice had to be like this to make a half-stard sound.

Even with such exertion, her voice was weakened.

The eight white-robed men turned their heads in unison, but they surprised her!

Jade Heavenly King, Hu Lao, Hu Cheng, Big Frog, Little Frog, Sentinel A, Sentinel B, Elder Li!

It's all people who died under her sword!

Oh, the Jade Heavenly King died at the mouth of his mother, but it was not a big deal, the mother and son repaid, and she was not dissatisfied with this account to her head.

They stood up, their eyes fixed on her, their expressions cold and resentful.

Their lips are shriveled, their faces are pale, their eyes are protruding, and their faces are bloodshot.

It's about the same as dead people, or they're already dead.

"Give me my life!"

"Give me my life!"

They roared loudly and slowly approached her.

She sighed, it seeming that it could not be resolved peacefully.

Come to think of it, you and a person who killed you, I guess there is nothing to say.

Fortunately, there are only eight of them, and one is okay.

She picked up the dagger, rushed over, and stabbed Tiger Lao in the chest.

The tiger aged and disappeared into a cloud of smoke, leaving only a white robe on the ground.

She whistled, okay, not hard to kill.

She stabbed, dodged, rolled, and jumped with all her might, and although they were unarmed and had a hard gait, they seemed to have too much strength to fight.

"Why aren't you afraid, why aren't you afraid!" They shouted loudly and looked resentful.

She pursed her lips and stabbed the Jade Heavenly King to death.

"You owe us a life, you owe us a life!" They shouted again.

She didn't speak, and the dagger smeared back, killing the big frog.

"Damn, damn, you damn!" They roared.

She was a little tired, but she had to hold on or die, so she killed the rest of the guys.

She is a genie of killing, born only to kill.

The eight of them turned into green smoke, and only eight white robes remained, like dried jellyfish.

"There's a lot of nonsense, kill it, kill it, and no one owes anyone!!" She glanced at the robes disapprovingly, and prepared to go for a drink.

The water in the lake is rippling, and the scenery is just right. (To be continued.) )