Chapter 1040: Hunting in the Sand Sea (14)

"Here it is." The werewolves looked around, it was so remote that it could be described as deserted, and there were several large sandstone blocks in front of it to cover it, so that whatever they did here would not be seen by the people of the city.

"Meow here?" Segrad followed, more confused, following Bediwell around the sandstone.

"Hehe~" The werewolf took off his blood-stained shirt: "What are you waiting for? "Huh?" Elaine and Segrade froze.

"Take off your clothes and take a shower!" Bediwell had already taken off his pants, leaving only one pair of pants. He picked up a pile of sand from the ground and began to sprinkle it on his body, which was covered with blood and clumps: "Don't you know that this is how people in the desert wash their bodies with sand. The sand here is cleaner, cleaner than water, and rubbing against your body can take dirt away from your body. Let's wash them all. The white bear man and the leopard man looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Don't you really wash it?" Bediwell lay in the sand, rubbing the hair all over his body with the delicate white sand: "Ah, it's so comfortable, it's refreshing in an instant!" That's the big truth, his body, which was sticky and itchy from shark blood, instantly became dry and comfortable under the cleaning of the sand. The grains of sand rubbed against the werewolf's silver hair, scraping away the blood that stuck to the surface of the hair without damaging the werewolf's hair or skin. Those are the sand grains that have been weathered in the desert for thousands of years, and every water chestnut in the microscopic particles has been smoothed, and they are the best quality abrasives.

"Okay, okay. Seeing that Bediwell was bathing and bathing, Elaine took off his shirt suspiciously and plunged headlong into the sand: "Hey, hey, hey—" He picked up a handful of sand and rubbed it against his chest, like a werewolf. The dry, slippery sand rubbed against the blood stains on the hair on his chest, quickly turning the blood into countless small blood-red particles that slipped along with the sand. As a result, Elaine felt refreshed like never before, and the stickiness on her body was gone.

"Very, great!" the white bear man smiled and took off his pants as well, "It can indeed be washed, washed!" "You guys...... Segrade looked at the two companions who were running semi-naked with only pants on, and couldn't help but blush: "This is a public place...... "Whatever!" Bediwell picked up another handful of sand and rubbed it into his armpits: "In such a desolate place, there is not even a human figure, and you are afraid that people will see it?, and men, don't you only wear a pair of pants when you go swimming on the beach?, and you are so ashamed to be seen?" "That's swimming trunks...... "It's all the same!" the werewolf laughed disapprovingly, and then he dug a hole in the sand, and when he saw that there was nothing around, he slipped into the pit and moved himself. When he took his hands out of the sand, he took off his pants as well.

"Hey, hey, hey—" Elaine dug a hole and bury his lower body in the sand as Bediwell did, so he could strip naked without any scruples.

"Really, really can't take you guys. Segrade couldn't resist the temptation to take a shower, and began to take off his shirt and jump into the sand pool.

"Wash the place where you should wash it. The werewolf said with a smile, one hand digging in the sand, washing the lower half of his body buried in the sand. Aside from the dryness and pressure of the sand, this sand pool is not much different from a regular hot tub!

"Heh~" Elaine even lay comfortably in the sand pool, enjoying the sand bath as if she was soaking in hot water. The afternoon sun in Egypt is quite scorching, and the sand is so hot that it could have burned the skin, which is not very suitable for bathing.

But under the cover of the large sandstone and the shadows of the city's buildings, the sand pool where the Bediville and their men were located was not exposed to direct sunlight, and the water temperature - or rather just the right amount of sand for bathing - became perfect for bathing. The sand pit has experienced a morning of direct sunlight, which has been completely sterilized, and the sand still has a smell of ultraviolet rays, which is white and slippery under the sun, giving people a very clean feeling.

"Yes, really good, meow!Meow hahahaha!" Segrad rubbed the sand on his body a few times, and suddenly felt so refreshed that he couldn't stop! He took off his pants and rolled back and forth on the sand, and he was so happy.

"That's it, what's reserved, you always have to take a bath anyway!" the werewolf sneered at the crazy leopard man youth.

"Wow!" the sand raised by Segrade splashed Elaine's face like a Lang flower, and the White Bear Man shook his head and shook the sand off his face.

"Revenge, revenge!" Elaine played with water (sand) like a child, scooped up the slippery sand like water, and splashed it on Segrade.

"Woo meow!" the leopard man youth was also recruited, and he was not to be outdone, and also picked up a handful of sand and threw it at the white bear man.

"Hey!" Elaine shrank to the ground, avoiding the oncoming sand. The sand flew over the White Bearman's head and splashed it in Bediwell's face!

"Why did you attack me, you stinky boys!" the werewolf waved his hand, raising a huge wave of sand, trying to bury Segrade and Elaine under the yellow sand!

"Wha!" Elaine said as she made a defensive gesture as she picked up the sand and threw it out.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Segrad dodged another handful of sand as his hand swept across the sea of sand, raising another wave of sand.

While the three young men were splashing sand at each other and playing with the sand, a small black shadow also crept behind the sandstone and peeked at the actions of Bediwell's group.

The werewolf put his pants on and continued to roll in the sand as if nothing had happened. But he had already noticed this qiē.

The black shadow reached out from behind the sandstone and quietly touched the clothes of Bedeville and the others—whoosh! The werewolf pulled something from his waist—his tortoise-tongue whip! The whip flew out in an instant under Bedwell's manipulation, and caught the hand that wanted to steal the clothes!

"Hey, see what we've fallen?" Bediwell pulled the black figure out from behind Sandstone with a whip, "Sir over there, even if you steal our clothes, you won't get anything! Our money has already been deposited in the bank, but we don't have a single one on us!" The figure also grabbed Sandstone with his hand to avoid being caught. But after all, he couldn't match Bediwell's arm strength, and he was pulled out by the turtle tongue whip!

When the creature appeared, the situation was much more than the werewolf expected—the thief who wanted to steal their clothes was not a great traitor, but a child!

It was a young human boy, probably only in his teens, with wheat-colored skin from years of sun exposure. His clothes were very tattered, and he could even be said to be underdressed. He was dressed in shredded cloth with numerous holes, which only covered important parts.

This kind of imp actually became a thief?!

"It's ...... "Segrade had just taken off his pants and was going to wash the important parts, but he didn't expect outsiders to peek, so he was so frightened that he immediately put on half of his pants again. The leopard man youth looked around nervously, blushing and said, "What's going on with this, this, this kid?" Bediwell pulled the whip, pulled the kid over, and grabbed the other man's neck with one hand: "Do you know English? Can you understand me?Who sent you?" "No, no one sent (me)!" The kid replied to the werewolf in poor English, and Bediwell and the others finally understood: "Steal something to eat!" (You stingy people)!" "Oh, so I should let you steal?" Werewolf said angrily: "Such a young child learns to steal, what should he do when he grows up?" Where are your parents?" "No! Die early!" The child cried out, "Let me go, you murderer!" "Kill, kill?" Elaine was surprised to see that she was scolded as a murderer, and quickly denied it: "Only, not yet!" "Just now (also) covered in blood!" The child then cried out, "Help! Murderer!" "Those are the blood of the sand shark...... Bediwell wanted to explain, but on second thought, even if he did, it would not be understood by the civilians, and it would be in vain.

He picked up the little ghost: "Anyway, send you kid to the police station." I don't care what the police want to do with a thief like you. "Don't!help!!" the child struggled with his hands and feet: "Brother!" "What!?" Bediwell realized that the thief had an accomplice. Another child sprang out from behind the sandstone and snatched the clothes that everyone had placed on the ground in an instant.

"I-my pants!!" Elaine shouted with a red face.

"Damn, my dagger too!" Bedivel exclaimed, seeing that the Egyptian kid had snatched his lizardtooth dagger among them. They didn't have many weapons in their hands, and they couldn't afford to lose any more!

"Whew!" Bedivel was stunned as his right arm was invaded by a piercing pain. He turned his head and saw that the stinky imp he had caught had bitten the werewolf with his teeth! Bediwell let go of his hand in excruciating pain, and the boy was released!

"Hah! stupid!" the Egyptian kid grabbed a handful of sand on the ground and threw it at Bediville, and for a moment the dust blurred the eyes of the unsuspecting werewolf!

Then the boy grabbed Bedeville's tortoise-tongue whip with one hand, and fled with the thing in a crawl!

"Fuck it!!" the werewolf roared angrily, and by the time he had finished cleaning the sand off his face and opened his eyes for the thieves, the stinking imps had disappeared into the alleys of Zvar!