Chapter 806: 806: The Quechar Tribe

She was sweating a lot, and she felt that if she continued like this, she might die of dehydration.

This is a desert, and water is scarce here.

Before entering the desert, the water she brought had already been consumed.

She remembered that there had been a night in Ziyuan again, and she wanted to hold on like now, but instead fell seriously ill. Fortunately, there were cloud pigeon by his side at that time, otherwise......

Now, Haoming's physical strength is exhausted, and she has this virtue, and her mood is gradually pessimistic.

Hong Xiangjun was guarding beside her, seeing that her situation was getting more and more wrong, so regardless of Dong Huiying's wishes, she wanted to wake up Liang Haoming, who was sleeping next to her.

"Don't-" Dong Huiying wanted to stop her, but Hong Xiangjun didn't listen to her, and Haoming woke up after all.

"Wife?"

When he woke up, he was a little dazed, but he found that his wife's appearance was wrong, and he almost rushed over with a roll.

He picked up her upper body and let her lean against him.

"I'm here," he said, grabbing her hand, he looked at Hong Xiangjun next to him.

Hong Xiangjun let out a long breath, then walked towards Tuya and Hulan and dragged them away.

The dunes were just enough to keep out the wind, but even so, it was still cold.

He shuddered, then dragged a quilt and wrapped it around the two of them.

After that, the quilt stumbled, and pieces of clothes were thrown out of the quilt.

"I'm fine, don't be pushy!"

He was between her legs, and she suddenly pushed him by the shoulder, preventing him from moving further.

But in the dim darkness of the night, his eyes revealed a kind of perseverance.

"Don't be pushy!"

He gagged her with the words she had spoken, and then covered her, forcefully, but gently, to make her accept herself.

Following.

When Hong Xiangjun and Tuya Hulan came back, they saw the little girl sitting on the ground blankly, holding her husband, and the corners of her eyes were red.

"You ......"

Hong Xiangjun wants to ask, are you okay?

But before she could ask, the little girl rode on a camel with her husband in her arms: "We must set out as soon as possible, and we hope to reach the Quechar tribe before dark." ”

Tuya suddenly asked, "How is he?" ”

The little girl was stunned: "He's fine, he's just tired." ”

But if I come back a few more times, I'm afraid it will really ......

"Let's go!!"

For many days, the naked eye saw a barren desert, but in the evening of this day, I saw a bit of popularity.

The ancestors of the Quechar tribe came from the steppes on the other side of the desert.

In fact, most of the people who live in the desert today come from there.

They call themselves nomads because their ancestors lived on the steppes and lived on herds.

"Eji, I'm back!"

Tuya had endured a lot of hardships these days, and she tumbled off her camel and hurried into the tribe.

Inside the tribe are felt tents, and their way of life is similar to that of enclosure kings, usually migrating every few months.

"Tuya, why did you come back so early this time?"

"Huh? How did you bring back a few new faces? ”

"Hulan, didn't you accompany Tuya to buy? And who else? You went out with more than a dozen people, why are they missing? ”

"Who are those faces? I haven't seen it before, it's from Daikin, or Dayuan? ”

"The war has been severe recently, and the people of Dajin dare to come to Dayuan, they are really bold!"

Tuya and Hulan were surrounded by people, everyone was gossiping, and the two of them were almost big.

Chapter VI.

(End of chapter)