The sky was gray, and a group of young people walked in the wind and sand, there were not many camels, and many teenagers carried packages of different sizes.

Like a centipede, more like a long dragon, it walks along the sand ridge of the leeward of the dunes.

The yellow sand in the sky blurred their figures and blurred their vision.

Crossing the desert is not an easy task at any time, but for these young teenagers, it is nothing, and no one among them is left behind.

After several days of trekking, they finally reached the destination of their trip.

There were many shadows, and there seemed to be a dense crowd of figures in front of them, blocking them in the direction they were heading.

Long Fei'er and the others did not order to stop moving forward, Yun Xiaotian, these nobodies, had to suppress the doubts and worries in their hearts and continue to move forward with them.

When he got closer, he realized that these figures were actually those black wind and sand thieves.

Now they were on their knees, under their horses, as if they were waiting for their arrival.

But where is this group of young teenagers worthy of their great gift and welcoming them?

Due to his previous unpleasant experience in the mines, Yun Xiaotian couldn't accept this group of brutal sand thieves in his heart no matter what, even if he formed an alliance with them.

Having seen the blood and darkness in their hands, he naturally understood that these guys were not good creatures.

In the queue that stopped, subconsciously, Yun Xiaotian leaned towards the middle of the team, which happened to be where Lao Jia was.

Bai Xiaochun stepped forward and communicated with the Black Wind and Sand Thief Envoy who came to the Famous Sword Mountain Villa that day.

The messenger did not pay much attention to him this time, but still fell to his knees, and motioned for him to stand aside and not get in the way.

In this way, the two passers-by were in a stalemate with each other in the endless yellow sand desert.

Everyone waited, expecting something and knowing what was bound to happen.

The voices of the people are silent, only the same wind and sand, still singing the ballads of thousands of years ago.

Next to Yun Xiaotian, Lao Jia suddenly came to his ear, a voice he could hear, and said with a low smile: "What I hate the most is this kind of inexplicable thing, it's really annoying, and people have to worry about it." ”

"Do you remember everything I taught you?"

Yun Xiaotian nodded, but he didn't have the heart to think about what Lao Jia said.

Faintly, Yun Xiaotian was shocked in his heart, such a big battle, shouldn't he be here to greet this guy!

I'll it!

Don't let Yun Xiaotian think too much, Lao Jia patted his head, rubbed his short black hair, this time he couldn't let him dodge, and said lightly: "I'll come when I go!" ”

The whole world, the whole time and space, seemed to freeze at this time, and only the yellow sand that flew with the wind broke the silence.

Lao Jia walked through them step by step, in the surprised eyes of all the teenagers, and walked forward, not caring about their gaze.

He was tall and thin, his gray-white linen shirt rose in the wind, and his long gray hair, which was not up to his shoulders, was swept up by the wind and sand, and flew back and forth in the air.

The more he walked forward, the more determined his eyes became, and his steps became more steady and vigorous, and an inexplicable temperament gradually rose from his body, making other people's hearts shake and dare not force their eyes.

Coming to the neat line of black wind and sand thieves kneeling on one knee, Lao Jia took over a tall black steed and turned over on the horse, indescribably chic.

"Get on the horse!" Lao Jia shouted.

"No!"

The black wind sand thief knelt on his knees, turned over his horse neatly, and looked at Lao Jia in front of them with blazing eyes, his eyes were full of fanaticism, as long as he gave an order, no one would doubt their loyalty.

Lao Jia pulled out the blood-colored broadsword hanging on the black horse, swung it into the sky, and shouted loudly at the fanatical black wind and sand thieves in front of him: "For the glory of the human race!"

The black wind and sand thieves in front of him also swung their broadswords and repeated in unison: "For the glory of the human race!" ”

"For the glory of the Terrans!"

"For the glory of the Terrans!"

After three sounds, Lao Jia rode away, followed by a group of mighty and menacing black wind and sand thieves.

The sky was dark, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, in the yellow sand of the sky, there seemed to be a black wind, cutting through the entire vast desert.

……

When Lao Jia left with this group of sand thieves, the messenger of the Black Wind Sand Thieves that day withdrew his hot eyes, looked at Bai Xiaochun beside him, and said to him: "You just follow me." ”

A group of teenagers, where have they seen such a scene, their hearts are shaken, and they are still immersed in the shock just now.

Compared with others, Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai had difficulty calming their minds for a long time.

Although they also vaguely knew that Lao Jia was by no means an ordinary gatekeeper, they never thought that he would be the real leader of this group of Black Wind Sand Thieves, with so many fanatical believers.

He didn't spend much time with Lao Jia, and although Yun Xiaotian was sometimes a little wary of him, he couldn't accept that Lao Jia was the leader of those murderous and hateful Black Wind Sand Thieves.

In his mind, the leader of the Black Wind Sand Thieves must be more terrifying and cruel than the black-clad Sand Thieves in the mines.

No matter how you look at it, Lao Jia will not look like their leader.

But he really is.

In addition to Yun Xiaotian and Ai Bingtai, Bai Xiaochun and Lao Jia have the most intersections.

Walking beside the messenger, Bai Xiaochun didn't dare to make a sound, but his heart was not calm, he thought about it, he didn't believe that the leader of the Black Wind Sand Thieves would actually hide in the Famous Sword Villa, and also help them cook vegetables and eat.

Bai Xiaochun still eats a lot, if Lao Jia doesn't want people to know this side of him and sends someone to kill him, what can he do?

blamed himself for being gluttonous and delicious, so he provoked this troublesome guy, and now he is dead.

But why did he come here?

Bai Xiaochun was puzzled, and suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared, her white and tender little face turned pale, cold sweat was dripping, and she suddenly felt that a great disaster was coming.

Since this old Jia can be the leader of the Black Wind Sand Thieves, he must have seen extraordinary, and since he came to this Sword Mountain Villa, he naturally wanted to personally spy on them.

But these days, when they get together, they can be said to have nothing to say, and they don't have much shy away from him, a seemingly honest and honest porter.

I don't know how much Lao Jia knows from them.

If it affects their testing this time, it's over.

The more he thought about it, the more worried Bai Xiaochun became, and scolded in his heart, Lao Jia is really black-bellied, not kind at all, the honest boss doesn't do it, what are you doing here.

Following the messenger of the Black Wind Sand Thieves, under a nondescript sand dune, they dug out a stone door and walked down the stone steps of the tunnel.

One followed the other, and after walking for a long time, he faintly heard the sound of the water flowing slowly in the underground river.

Under the torch, with this underground river as the center, towards the four directions, I don't know how many secret tunnels are dug up, densely packed, like an underground city.

Just said goodbye to the wind and sand, even in this kind of darkness, people can't help but feel a little more relaxed.

Without the pressure of the large number of Black Wind Sand Bandits, the group of teenagers regained their vitality, and the sound of pleasant conversation and slapstick gradually unfolded.

After settling in, they were overly tired from the wind and sand for a few days, and the teenagers slept earlier and deeper than usual.

Yun Xiaotian didn't sleep, walked alone to the underground dark river, stretched out his hand and paddled the gurgling water with his fingers.

He put his palms together, took some water from the river, washed his face, and sat down on the bank of the dark river.

He was a person who thought a lot, but in the dead of night, he thought more and more.