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After checking Zhao Long's condition, Varif began to run wildly, and a puff of yellow smoke rose from his feet. He didn't know when Zhao Long would wake up, now, he couldn't fight, Zhao Long's safety was the first thing, and he couldn't miss a moment.

A few days later, Zhao Long, who woke up and was weak, lived a life of clothes and food to open his mouth, bored, and when he saw something new, he would start to ask Varif who was walking on his back.

"What kind of sand is pure yellow on one side, but yellow-brown less than three meters away?"

"What kind of fruit is this? Why haven't we reached the oasis yet? ”

"How soon will the oasis disappear? How was it formed? Why didn't the mirage appear? ”

Zhao Long buzzed like a mosquito and asked the panting palanquin man.

He began a hundred thousand for what to do.

At first, Variif answered all questions, but later his face became darker and darker.

Zhao Long stiffly turned Warry's red, big man's face into the same as Bao Zheng.

After a few days in a row, Varref, whose eyes were already more powerful than the national treasure panda, went berserk.

In the first few days of the beginning, Varif read that Zhao Long was recovering from a serious injury and had endured it.

On the seventh day, Zhao Long's beefing changed from the gentle buzzing of mosquitoes to the loud buzzing of flies.

Finding that the number of shells in his ears increased, he couldn't bear to sprint, so he braked sharply and pulled the rope.

With a snap, Zhao Long, whose body was still unable to move, fell firmly into a dog eating sand.

"I'll let you ask, I'll let you be Tang Seng, I'll let you make me Wukong." Varif who heard Zhao Long talk about the past stepped wildly, and Zhao Long was still planted in the sand.

He starts on his head and steps all the way in a straight line. up to the feet.

After arriving at his feet, he found that Varif was still full of anger after stepping on it so quickly, and with a roar, he threw himself at Zhao Long, who was already dying, like a shrew fighting.

In the silence of the desert, there was the sound of crackling people beating sandbags.

The sound made the monsters who were following the two of them tremble.

Especially when they saw the man who was already close to madness, with his hair scattered, and after biting off a piece of flesh from the beaten person's body, they disappeared in fear.

"I'll let you throw things, I'll let you step on flowers and plants" Varif learned to play Wukong played by Xing Ye.

After going back and forth a few times.

Zhao Long was quiet, and he was trembling as a large piece of flesh was bitten off alive by the savage Varif on his buttocks.

Varif looked at Zhao Long and saw that he had completely become more than Bajie, and nodded with satisfaction.

A few days later, seeing that Varif didn't talk to him, Zhao Long, who was really bored to the extreme, spoke again, so the scene of the previous day appeared again.

Next. As soon as Zhao Long speaks out, no matter what he asks or asks to urinate, Varif who is used to beating him will fall him down as soon as possible and then beat him wildly.

When approaching the border. Varif found that he had been depressed and was about to become a psychopath, and now he was healed.

"Could it be that beating that stinky boy still has the effect of curing diseases?" In order to experiment with the real and the fake, Varif began to beat Zhao Long again.

With tears in his eyes, he didn't know what was wrong with Lu Dao, and the bag on his head had not disappeared and began to increase again. His pitiful appearance irritated Variif even more.

After experimenting a few times, Variif was disappointed when he found it useless.

Seeing the madmen who came to provoke him from time to time, Zhao Long shut up. Until he can walk slowly on his own.

Okay, the scar, forgot the pain, and Zhao Long, who forgot the pain, began to worry about something again

A month later, after beating people and being beaten, in provocation and ignorance, the two comrades finally reached the border of Rugoin.

Arriving at the junction of sand and red soil, Zhao Long, who had been deep in the Yellow World Realm, saw red.

Far away, Zhao Long saw rows of yellow-brown mud houses erected on the red earth, and in the middle of the houses there was a tall erected pillar, and a rectangular white cloth fluttering in the wind hung on the top of the pillar.

There are two big blue letters written on it: accommodation.

Zhao Long visually observed that these houses cover an area of less than 300 square meters, and they are pitifully small.

"This, this is the inn? Dragon Gate Inn? The chattering Zhao Long closed his mouth after seeing these words.

"I wonder if there are Lin Qingxia and Liang Jiahui in the road?" Seeing the scene in the distance, Zhao Long came up with the famous work written by Yan Ge and directed by Hu Jinquan in 1967. The classic swordsman movie of the same name was later remade by Tsui Hark, starring Brigitte Lam and Leung Ka-fai.

Zhao Longchao loves this movie, and now he has the opportunity to see the real desert architecture with his own eyes, which makes him jump and cheer like a child.

And Varif looked at this bloodless alliance elder who killed people without seeing blood, he didn't want to guess Zhao Long, why would he be so excited after seeing the most ordinary house.

Now he just wants to have a good drink and take a beautiful bath.

The two of them, who had not bathed comfortably for many days, began to have fleas, but the strange thing was that there was no smell, which made the drunken shrimp very puzzling.

Bouncing around, Zhao Long, who was full of expectations, took a closer look and found that it was not what he imagined. This inn is not deserted, and the door is full of birds.

It's a city full of visitors.

He walked around and saw many caravans.

Behind the inn, he saw for the first time the legendary ship of the desert: the camel.

Zhao Long excitedly stepped forward to take a closer look, this creature he had only seen on TV before.

The people who were outside adding water and fodder to the animals looked at this strange man as if he had been doped.

Along the way, he was tortured by Zhao Long until he was physically and mentally exhausted, his old bones were about to fall apart and he walked like a snail, and Varref, who was afraid of stepping on ants to death, rushed into the inn after half an hour.

He is not a bird, now he is looking at the east outside, looking west, touching up, touching down, Zhao Long, who is extremely curious.

As soon as Varif entered the inn, a bell rang inside, the same sound as the wind chimes made.

The people inside all got up after turning their heads and seeing the comer, whether they were chatting and bragging, guessing and drinking, or doing work, they all got up and saluted.

"Hello Elder Varif "

"Hello everyone, you don't need to salute, just do what you have to do." Dark-eyed, emaciated, with a beard as long as a goat, and hunched over a lifeless back, Varif waved as he went, and when he reached the innermost point, he sat down at a table that no one dared to sit at his own ear.

The innkeeper, Paulk, put down his abacus as soon as Varif entered the door, and he took out a jug of wine and a jade cup from the secret place at the counter and came to Varref.

"What's wrong with you? How bad is the spirit? Pauk, an old friend who helped pour the wine, asked suspiciously.

He hadn't seen Varif like this in decades.

I remembered that since I entered the desert, I basically didn't sleep for more than three hours with peace of mind, and it was regarded as an encyclopedia.

"Alas, it's hard to put into words, I brought it all on myself." Thinking of the experience of the past few months, he wanted to say it but did not dare to say it, and when the sad Variif said this, his eyes turned red, and he snatched the flask from Pauk's hand, and drank it in a big gulp.

He swallowed the words back into his stomach.

If you can't say it, if you say it, Akara will dismantle you.

"You dare to discredit the spiritual pillar of our humanity? How dare you slander the dazzling new star of our alliance? You dare to belittle the only disciple of the hero of Talasha? and "

Those old fellows must be looking for an excuse to marry themselves to Sister Fleur in the camp? Or let yourself and Sister Feng partner to sweep the streets, sing husband and wife and return home? Or let yourself Harogas patrol the borders?

Variif had imagined the horrific consequences he would suffer if he told the story of his experiences over the past few months.

He shivered in the sweltering desert.

Varref, who had goosebumps all over his body, felt why the desert was suddenly so cold this summer? How is it different from before?

"Elder, your favorite white-cut chicken is here, you can use it slowly." Liai, a middle-aged guy who has known the taste of Variv for many years, delivered the dish as soon as possible.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Why don't you eat it? It's your favorite food!! Paulk asked again with a full stomach full of questions.

"It's not that I don't want to say it, but I can't say it, don't ask, come and have a drink with me." Varif pulled Pauk along, pulled a cup out of his inventory and handed it over.

Just as everyone was about to ask how Varif had become so cool and stylish, the jingle bell rang again.

The satisfied Zhao Long returned, and as soon as he entered the door, he attracted everyone's attention.

The people in the inn put down their wine glasses and chopsticks in their hands.

The crowd, who was still noisy, all looked at this young man who had never appeared before.

Zhao Long walked straight to Varif and sat down with a grin.

In everyone's surprise, Zhao Long snatched the flask from Varif's hand and drank it in a big gulp.

The inn, which was already silent, immediately changed to the point where the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

After waiting for a while, when everyone wondered why Varif was not mad after being robbed of the wine and drunk, they heard Varref's half-dead voice.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the current rumored Elder Zhao Long, all of you say hello."

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Long, it's the first time I met, I would like to give you a drink." Zhao Long got up with the wine glass and arched his hand around.

"Hello Elder Zhao Long," everyone in the inn got up and returned the salute.

After a round of drinking

"He's Elder Zhao Long?" (To be continued......)