"Little third son, bring a pot of clean water." Ghostface spoke, and arranged for a small soldier to handle the matter.

The ghost faced Mo Yue's special and generous nature, which had already attracted the envy of the slaves, and now, even the soldiers began to be a little envious, these waters, they are not allowed to drink casually, even if the remaining water on the camels is enough to support them to reach the demon cave, and today they can reach the land of the water source, plus because of the death of many slaves, their water is far from surplus, but as long as the leader does not speak, they can't drink it privately.

After all, soldiers who have been on the march for many years clearly understand a truth: on the road to the march, variables exist at any time, and in the case of 100% guaranteed supplies, all materials can only be saved.

When Mo Yue took the water brought by the person called Xiao Sanzi, she clearly saw a flash of killing intent in the eyes of that little soldier, is this afraid that she will bewitch the master? It's a pity that with the hand she showed yesterday, no one dares to touch her now, everyone believes that as long as Mo Yue is willing, she can kill everyone and flee to the ends of the earth alone with the supplies on the camel.

Mo Yue sneered, unscrewed the kettle, took a small sip, and when the pot of water was not much, she threw away the kettle in a chic manner, and let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Sure enough, any water is delicious when you are thirsty, although a trace of salt is added to this water, but it seems to be sweeter than the Tianshan snow water that Mo Yang gave at the beginning.

Mo Yang、、、 Moyue's eyes darkened, how could she think of this fool again, and she was killed by herself, causing her to almost become a beast again.

Mo Yue shook her head, as if she wanted to shake off the beautiful and gentle figure that suddenly flashed in her mind.

"Great god, full of warmth and lust (yin)} desire, you seem to miss a man." Mi'er's voice intervened at the right time, driving away the figure in Mo Yue's mind.

Mo Yue smiled lazily: "Is this also called full warmth?" The warmth is indeed there, and you can even bake it and eat it, but unfortunately, the stomach is empty, and the stomach is white water, and the taste is not good. ”

Mi'er read the aura of danger from Mo Yue's smile.

"Great God, I believe that with your ability, you can be Bai Fumei again, when the time comes, your task will be completed, and you can return to the body if you want to enjoy your life, and the little wolf will never stop you." There is no lower limit to the flattery.

A slave who is about to become a corpse eater, with an uncertain future, lives at the bottom, turns over and becomes Bai Fumei again? Pipe dream. Such a difficult thing was said by Mi'er to be extremely easy.

Mo Yue's eyes rolled more and more, and she already had the excellent demeanor of a white-eyed wolf, just too lazy to say, my life is up to me, maybe the road ahead is difficult, but in her Mo Yue's sea of words, there is no retreat.

The wind is blowing!

Not quite right!

The camels suddenly stopped and spun in place.

"It's a sandstorm." Mo Yue's deep-sunken eye sockets burst out with a fine light, she decisively turned over and got off the camel, and shouted loudly: "Quick, lead the camel to one place and surround it, everyone is covered with clothes and lie on the ground, if there is a rope, it is best to tie everyone in one place, including the camel." ”

The soldiers hesitated, they had never been into the desert, they did not have much experience, but they had walked for so long, and they had never encountered a sandstorm, and they did not know whether this kind of response was appropriate, besides, it was just that the wind began to rise, and the wind and sand were not big.