Yifan had no choice but to walk up to the sand dune, and when he was seven or eight steps away from the girl in white, he stopped.

"You are Su Xiaoqi's subordinate in the Dream Garden, I recognize your weapon style."

"What advice do you have?"

"You haven't given me my name yet, have you?" The girl in white turned sideways slightly, revealing half of her beautiful side face, and Yifan saw that she was not wearing a veil.

"My name is Cui Lin, and I am the daughter of the patriarch of the Yuewen tribe." She turned completely around and faced Yifan.

In the moonlight, her complexion was as white as the moon, which was not the complexion of an ordinary desert tribal girl. His hair was the same dark brown as his, and he remembered that his mother's family was the same hair color.

He somewhat understood why Cui Lin had invited them to join the caravan.

"Of course, the old man who spoke to you today is only the caravan leader. My father must have been on the verge of death. This is all thanks to my brothers, and I am entrusted with the responsibility at this critical time. ”

Yifan didn't expect that after more than a month of trial outside, such a thing would happen in Nanmo.

"I saw your brown hair and knew you were a pure desert citizen. I have no one to talk to, so I left you just to talk to you. ”

"What's more, you must have noticed that you and I have the same hair color. You and I should be of the same race, and we are also the oldest remnants of the desert."

"Of course, it doesn't matter, because when we get to Dongyuan, we will say goodbye. This kind of status does not bring me any good things except strife and exclusion. ”

"What I want to tell is an old legend and the will of the desert, which I heard from my father, and he told me that in my generation, I should not bury it in my heart anymore, but preach it to all the people of the desert."

"Now, I'm going to get started. If you decide not to listen, you can always leave. Because it's just a legend. Thank you for listening to me tell you such a legend. ”

Cui Lin's voice was so infectious in the middle of the desert night, sometimes hoarse, sometimes low. She confided in the legends that have been passed down orally for thousands of years, she told the battles of generations of desert people, and she longed for the ancient city of Yuying to regain its prosperity. One by one, paragraph by paragraph Yifan never heard the words and sentences in Cui Lin's mouth, an ancient and new world seemed to come to life from his eyes, a dream-seeking girl struggled hard in the yellow sand sky, the blade licking the blood......

Suddenly, Cui Lin's voice weakened and disappeared from his ears. The eastern sky had already revealed the whiteness of the fish's belly, and the two of them stood unconsciously all night. He came back to his senses and looked at the girl who was crying silently in front of him, and even cried wordlessly.

Zhao Yu had a similar dream to before, related to a dark city. This dream seems to have started since childhood, but it was only an endless, indescribable fear before, but this time the dream has become so clear, and the feeling of depression has always lingered.

In his dream, he stood under a pitch-black wall, holding a strange spear with an indigo body and a blade curved like a branch, exuding a chilling chill.

The sky was gradually deepening scarlet from far to near, and above his head was a blood-red hovering over the city, and the city behind him was silent, and his blurred vision could not see clearly. Suddenly, from the dense fog in front of him, a black-clothed cavalry rushed out, silent, and he couldn't count how many men and horses.

Zhao Yu's heart seemed to be grabbed all of a sudden, and he clenched the spear, wanting to make a last resistance. But soon he was enveloped in boundless despair, and the black-clad cavalry swarmed up and swept in like a black tide. His eyes went dark, his spear was out of his hand, and darkness fell around him again.

Gradually, a faint light appeared, and he regained his vision, and the scene that frightened him was right in front of him. Lord Su Xiaoqi was half-kneeling in front of him, as if he had been severely wounded, but there was no trace of blood on his body. Just as he stepped forward to help the lord up, Su Xiaoqi suddenly looked at him with resentment, which made him shocked.

He opened his mouth to say something, when suddenly he felt a woman approaching him tenderly behind him.

The long blond hair fell over his shoulders, and for no reason, he knew it was Yufie, and he wanted to believe that it was Yufie. He thought that he could finally get a trace of tenderness from this terrible dream, but a tingling sensation came from his chest, and a short sword pierced through his body from behind, and the bloody tip of the sword appeared in front of his chest!

Zhao Yu woke up suddenly, he was still in the tent before going to bed, and he suddenly felt that he was having a nightmare. He gasped for breath, a slight tingling sensation in his chest, and the cold sensation of the necklace on his chest was particularly clear in his chest.

He sat up and found that his ribs were soaked with cold sweat, and his body was covered with prostration. His self-deprecating conjecture, what does this portend? Am I a traitor?

It seems that yesterday's battle made me physically exhausted, but I didn't expect to sleep so deeply.

Just when he was thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a noise outside, Zhao Yu looked at the light that had been lit up through the tent, and suddenly realized that he should be on duty in the second half of the night last night, and hurriedly got up and rushed out of the tent.

As soon as he opened the curtain of the tent door, he found that the morning light had been slightly revealed in the sky, and he secretly complained in his heart, Yifan must have cursed him all night, no wonder he had a nightmare last night?

The people of the Chamber of Commerce were hurriedly running around, and Zhao Yu thought to himself, could it be that the sand thieves have made a comeback? At this time, he found Yifan and saw that he was standing on the sand dunes in the north with Hu Wenji, so Zhao Yu went back to the tent and picked up a spear and hurriedly ran up the sand dunes.

I saw that in the faint morning light, I could see a large group of people coming from the west, with a clear banner and a mighty banner. Hu Wenji said on the side: "Don't be nervous, it's our people." ”

Hu Wenji turned around and shouted to the people who were busy reinforcing the camel wall: "The alarm has been lifted, it is they who are coming!" Then he nodded at Zhao Yu and went down the hill.

Zhao Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, he looked at Yifan, only to see that Yifan was staring intently in the direction of the northwest, as if he didn't care about everything in front of him. There was a tired look on his face, which made Zhao Yu's guilt for him even more, and in Zhao Yu's eyes, it was obviously a trace of staying up too late.

"Yifan! I'm sorry I didn't get up. ”

He Yifan took away from his thoughts at this time, turned to look at his apologetic friend, and said slowly: "You hurt me, you fell asleep by yourself, but I stood and listened to the story all night, just like a dream." Now my mind is numb and my head is dizzy. ”

"The story? Who do you listen to in the middle of the night? Are you sleepy? To tell you the truth, I dreamed of the lord, and I fought a battle in my dream. ”

Zhao Yu thought that his friend was complaining that he couldn't take the shift and was joking with him.

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