The Sand Girl and the Ball Girl both belong to a mysterious sect with an extremely ancient heritage.

Worship the Shas!

The so-called sand pirates are the peripheral organizations of the Shashen Cult.

In fact, when I first entered the bottom of the rocky mountain, I guessed a little.

Those hundreds of sand girls are hiding in the ground, what to eat, drink, and use?

Naturally, it is supplied from the outside.

The Great Desert is no richer than a land of abundance, extremely poor in materials, and the forces that have the ability to supply so many mouths can be counted on one hand—nothing more than a wolf, three camels, and at most a happy palace.

Sand Pirates, worship the Sand God Cult.

It's hard to control your association just by listening to the name, isn't it?

There is also a little evidence that is not considered evidence: why is the Sand Pirates, a non-governmental organization, on a par with the official forces such as the Barbarians, Tang Qi, and Golden City?

Quite simply, because they are the serpents of the land, haunted in the great desert.

If you don't rely on the underground passages that extend in all directions, where will there be elusive sand thieves?

As for the cult of the gods, according to the words from the ball girl (after packing up the green swallows, I took the time to go to the underground casino), I drew a picture in my mind.

A pyramidal hierarchy:

The sand thieves are numerous, responsible for fighting, killing, and plundering supplies, and are at the bottom of the pyramid; Strictly speaking, they weren't even true cultists.

The Sand Maiden (Mummified Woman), in the middle of the pyramid, holds the core lineage of the cult of the god of worship.

Shenzi is some men who can cultivate the Yellow Sand Turning the Heavens Together, and their status is higher than that of the Sand Girl, but they do not have the power to command the Sand Girl.

Because in terms of identity alone, they are more suitable to be called seeds.

What seeds?

Become the seed of the sand god!

At the very top of the entire pyramid map of the Cult of the Sand God is the Sand God, a peerless fierce god who is said to control the entire Great Desert.

In other words, the sons of God are competitors among themselves, although they may not necessarily pinch you to the death when they meet, but all kinds of open and secret battles are absolutely inevitable.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but glance at the young man again.

He immediately glared back at me with a gloomy look.

Obviously, he also sensed the strength of the yellow sand swimming in my body.

I frowned: this is a problem.

Sure enough, he clenched his fists, and his dark luck skills were actually a few feet away, causing the qi in my body to surge.

If it were someone else, it would be just an internal strength confrontation between the two gods, and it would be harmless.

But I'm in a different situation.

Half of the energy in my body is used to nourish and control the ice jade fragments, and once this part of the energy is out of control, the snake venom can instantly spread all over the body, and I will die a rather ugly death.

What to do?

With a flick of my wrist, I was ready to draw my sword and attack, interrupting his luck.

Of course, I could think with my toes about the consequences of doing something like this, and maybe before the knife was half wielded, some great god would tear me in half.

But what's the solution?

Master, I fought it!

With his hand behind him, his mind moved, and the handle of the Cloud Winged Purple Gold Knife appeared in the air, gently sliding into his palm......

Cough! Cough! Cough!

At this moment, the city lord of Fan suddenly coughed violently.

The sound waves trembled, as if with some kind of indescribable subtlety, I suddenly felt that the qi in my body was stable, and the internal strength of the young man opposite also quietly fell silent.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down, only to realize that my clothes were soaked with sweat.

The danger of that brief moment just now was several times higher than all the dangers I had encountered before combined!

Thinking of this, I glanced at City Lord Fan gratefully.

"This is the third son of ten thousand officials, and he is not afraid of the son." The City Lord Fan looked as usual, and said kindly: "You young people can communicate more. ”

"What is he? What qualifications do you have to communicate with this child? Wan Wu's eyes immediately flew to the top of his head, and he said disdainfully.

I'm dressed as a domestic servant, so it's no surprise that he has that look.

"Hey, don't be afraid, be polite." The big fat man Wan Yushen smiled with a fat face, "This little brother is young, but he has a very noble appearance, come, a certain family will give you a gift, and the big guy will make money with kindness." ”

With that, he took off a jade bracelet from his hand and gently threw it to me.

I took it and rubbed it, the surface of the bracelet glowed with a vivid blue light, and a trace of green lines that seemed to swim was faintly visible.

"Jasper gossamer ring." City Lord Fan said happily, "This bracelet is worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, to say the least, you have to put it away." ”

So valuable?

I suddenly understood what it meant to 'leak a little bit between your fingers is enough for you to use it'.

Hey, for the sake of this bracelet, don't be afraid of that little temper, Master Ben will let it go as a fart.

But I also know that the reason why Wan Yushen is so polite is not because of my face, but because of the face of King Xingxing, Wang Ziyun and Lord Fan.

Next, it's time to keep a low profile.

After all, the pool of water in the palace was so deep that I was not careful, and I almost drowned on top of my head.

I obediently followed behind Lord Fan and decided to see more and talk less (in fact, since I entered the palace, I haven't said anything).

At this time, the Happy King and Wang Ziyun also finished talking, and the guests and hosts dispersed.

Butler Mo led Wang Ziyun to the guest room to rest.

Wang Ziyun's room was naturally extremely luxurious, and the houses of City Lord Fan and Ling Bo were slightly smaller, just next door.

"Come on, take this little brother to meet with the entourage of distinguished guests, make good arrangements, don't slack off." The great butler commanded humanity.

is worthy of being the housekeeper of the palace, and he handles things without leakage, even I, a little person, take care of it thoughtfully, and at the same time take care of Wang Ziyun's face.

"Wait." A guard next to me was just about to lead me away, when Wang Ziyun said suddenly. "Let him stay."

"Oh?" Butler Mo said with some surprise, "Then arrange a side room ...... next horse."

"No need." Wang Ziyun shook his head, "How can a mere slave be worthy of living in a guest room in the palace—just make do with me for one night." ”

"Oh? Yes, yes. Butler Mo retreated in surprise.

"This ...... It's not right, young master. When Ling Bo heard this, he immediately glared at the beard blowing to stop him.

"Can he still eat me?" Wang Ziyun waved his hand and said, "If he doesn't wait nearby, who will wash Young Master Ben's feet tonight?" ”

I also want Master Ben to wash his feet!

I don't know...... Are there any points to earn?

"Old Ghost Ling, you and I are both old, why bother with young people's affairs." City Lord Fan smiled and patted Ling Bo on the shoulder, and the two old guys left side by side.

Seeing that there was no one else around, Wang Ziyun strode into the room and coldly threw down a sentence: "Take off your clothes!" ”

(End of chapter)

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