The sky is blue and the sky is cloudless!

The pale red sun shines on the sand dunes, giving the desert a different color.

At this time, Bai Nianqiu took the sky as the quilt and the ground as the bed, and lay on the ground with his legs wide open and indecently.

If someone passes by, you may be able to hear a faint snoring sound.

It's a pity that there is not even a bird in this desert.

In other words, the gust of wind that Bai Wuchang blew casually was really powerful,

forcibly scraped Bai Nianqiu hundreds of miles away, and he was already unconscious halfway through.

The young man and others who were blown up together have long since disappeared.

There is only a fat boy with a round belly, and he is not far away.

It was surrounded by scarlet, with blood staining the sand.

The boy had a large hole in his belly, and when he looked inside, he could see thick layers of oil and exposed intestines.

The sand is entangled with flesh and intestines, and it looks disgusting.

This boy is dead.

died very unjustly, it can be regarded as being stabbed to death by Bai Nianqiu, who was sleeping on the side.

At first, in the downwind direction, several people were not yet blown apart.

The young man did not give up, even if he couldn't catch Bai Nianqiu, he would kill him.

The good name is to avenge the third child.

This young man seems to be a little weird, he knows something, and he just pinched it with both hands against the wind, wanting to drive the iron sword in Bai Nianqiu's hand,

But in the howling wind, it was extremely difficult to speak, let alone use this hand in Bai Nianqiu's heart to be called an immortal technique.

Bai Nianqiu, who felt the trembling of the iron sword, knew that something was wrong, and grabbed the iron sword tightly with both hands, and his body also moved to the young man's side.

Just when the young man pinched the sword and the sheath separated, he lost control of the sword in the air.

With the wind howling, Bai Nianqiu didn't hold the iron sword tightly after all, the tip of the sword was crooked, and it went straight to the young man's belly.

Next, the wind also blew strangely, and several people also parted ways and scattered in different places.

"Gollum... Gollum ......"

An inopportune voice came out of Bai Nianqiu's stomach, and Bai Nianqiu also woke up slowly.

At first, he was a little confused, and reached out to scratch at his side, but he didn't catch anything.

"Strange, where is my iron sword?"

Bai Nianqiu remembered the last scene before he fell unconscious, still holding the hilt of the iron sword in his hand.

There was another gurgling sound, Bai Nianqiu reached out and rubbed his belly, he hadn't eaten for a long time since he left the valley.

He will not starve to death, even if he never eats, he will not starve to death in the underworld.

It's just going to get weaker and weaker.

With both hands on the ground, Bai Nianqiu struggled to get up, and with this movement, his legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground again.

Finally standing still, Bai Nianqiu caught a glimpse of the iron sword inserted in the ground out of the corner of his eye.

Looking over to the side of the iron sword, the young man's body was motionless.

Bai Nianqiu stretched out his fist and slammed his head twice, so that he could sober up and recover some energy.

There was no blood stain left on the iron sword, which Bai Nianqiu had already discovered before, when he killed the third child, there was not a trace of blood stained on the iron sword.

Staggering to the young man's corpse, Bai Nianqiu fell silent.

This young man doesn't look as ruthless as a young man.

It should be still young, and the heart is not open.

However, for killing the boy by mistake, Bai Nianqiu didn't feel guilty in his heart.

Those who harm others must be prepared to be killed.

This is a summary of Bai Nianqiu's work after being hunted down for six days.

Looking up and looking around, confirming that the young man and the others were not here, Bai Nianqiu got up again.

Immortal arts, you still have to learn.

But before you can do that, you have to fill your stomach first.

It's getting dark, and the sun is about to set.

After leaving the valley, Bai Nianqiu found that in fact, the sun in the underworld does not set all year round.

It's just that the valley is special.

Standing on the edge of the sand dunes, Bai Nianqiu looked into the distance, where several scattered houses stood, and he was going to look for food.

The sand in the desert is very soft, and Bai Nianqiu has to use the iron sword as a crutch to walk smoothly.

After walking for about half an hour, Bai Nianqiu suddenly paused, turned his head and turned back.

The way back took more time than when I walked, because of the lack of energy.

Bai Nianqiu stood next to the young man's corpse again, his expression a little hesitant,

For a long time, Bai Nianqiu gritted his teeth, and his voice was low,

"Whoever makes me good-hearted, I'll dig a hole for you!"

When the words fell, the iron sword was used as an iron shovel to dig up the sand.

The digging speed is not fast, and occasionally there is a long series of gurgling sounds in the stomach,

Bai Nianqiu didn't know why, the ghost sent him to come back.

Before, he had the appearance of a teenager in his mind all the way, which made him involuntarily think of his time in the yang world again.

When I was my age, I also loved fooling around.

Under the leadership of a group of young people in society, they can't distinguish between good and bad things they do, and they often do whatever they say they do.

Thinking of this young man, Bai Nianqiu seemed to see the epitome of himself.

"After all, there is still a little bit of guilt!"

Bai Nianqiu sighed softly, a humanoid hole had been dug out,

The digging is not deep, and the survey can cover the round body of the teenager.

But Bai Nianqiu didn't have the physical strength to dig deeper, and the feeling of hunger had already made him unable to lift the iron sword.

The sun was almost out of sight, leaving only a small half-crescent moon hanging in the distance.

Under the setting sun, his shadow was stretched very long.

Holding the iron sword, Bai Nianqiu slowly squatted beside the pit, fainting in front of him,

Turning his head and trying to look at the house in the distance, he could no longer support his tired body, and fell into the pit.

I didn't fall asleep, and I couldn't fall asleep because of the feeling of emptiness in my stomach.

"Is this the end of my second life!"

"Have you ever heard of people starving to death, but haven't you heard of people who belong to the "ghosts" who starve to death?"

In the pit, Bai Nianqiu was motionless, muttering to himself.

In a trance, there seems to be food in front of him, roast chicken, roast duck, pig's trotters, and sauce elbows.

Bai Nianqiu swallowed his saliva and stretched out a hand to try to grab the food, but he couldn't catch anything after groping for a long time.

Weakly lowered his arms, and finally could only stare at the ever-changing food. Although I knew it was fake, it also played a role in quenching my thirst at this time.

The only light in the sky also quietly dissipated, and a cool breeze showed his minions at this moment, Bai Nianqiu tightened his clothes, crossed his hands and hugged each other, looking a little helpless lying in the pit.

The night on the desert was very windy, and he was already physically exhausted and his body heating could not keep up, thinking of this, his heart was irritable and flustered.

Hunger is not starvation, but tomorrow morning in this desert there may be one more frozen corpse.

I haven't heard a gurgling sound in my stomach for a long time, and I think my body is getting used to this state when I am extremely hungry.

Bai Nianqiu shook his head, not daring to think deeply.

The palm of his hand groped wildly on one side, and he felt a hint of comfort when he touched the iron sword.

At the very least, there is still a hint of self-protection when encountering any danger on the way to find food.