Chapter 6 Western Poison Ouyang Feng

The next day, after a three-month period of adaptation, Mo Ming finally entered the world of Condor Archery today.

The moment he walked through the endless space tunnel and stepped on the dirt, Mo Ming felt that his whole body was hit hard, his legs were weak, his chest was clogged, and his breath was not flowing smoothly.

"Is it so uncomfortable, I have been adapting to it for three months, but I didn't expect the reaction to come in was stronger than I imagined."

Mo Ming rubbed his shoulders, stretched and softened every inch of muscle, and struggled to get up from the mud puddle.

After testing that day, Mo Ming found a special gas in the air inside, which seemed to be able to act specifically on human blood and cells.

Even just breathing, Mo Ming could feel the senses of tearing cells, and although he had been acclimatizing to the closed simulated environment for three months, when he actually arrived in this world, it was a completely different experience.

"Ex, when has the story developed now, has Guo Jing come out of the grassland, and has he met Huang Rong?"

Looking at the sky full of yellow sand flying and the endless sand, how did he feel that he had been transported to the desert, the corners of Mo Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he rubbed his shoulders and asked.

[Sir, there are no electronic frequencies and radio waves in this world, so we cannot receive relevant information. 】

"It's equivalent to saying that everything needs to be explored by yourself, okay, I'll inquire myself, I don't believe that there is so much gold and I can't ask for a message!"

Mo Ming couldn't help but look around, but the vast barren desert, under the scorching sun, there was nothing but the hot yellow sand.

The sky was a deep black, almost desperate color, devoid of moonlight and starlight, as if dark clouds were covering the sky.

"Hey, there's a family that's going to spend the night here today."

I don't know how long I walked, but Mo Mingfang saw a dilapidated thatched house on a small hill that was not high in the distance and did not shelter from the wind.

"It's strange, this pond is actually in the sand, it must be a beautiful scenery, forget it, come and enjoy this wonder tomorrow."

This pond of sand lake, the sand water, mountains and reeds and birds into a painting, is natural, both the majesty of the desert Gobi, and the beauty of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is really rare in the world.

Mo Ming walked to the front of the earthen bungalow, and although there was only a shabby rag wrapped in front of the door, he did not rush in directly.

can gain a foothold in this horse thief, the wild sand raging desert, and there is no door guard, Mo Ming doesn't think he is an ordinary person.

"Is the store there, I'm lost in the desert and want to borrow a night, is it convenient?"

Mo Ming said politely in front of the door, but there was no response from inside, and when he was a little confused, the covered canvas was lifted.

The man could not see clearly in the light, but his dark cheeks were covered with a dense beard, like a clump of trampled thatch.

He wore a yellowed old silk robe and an old straw hat with yellowing on the white inside, and the hat was always worn on his head without taking it off.

Wait a minute...

The delicate facial features exude an indescribable momentum, and there is a faint charm that is terrifying. Leaning lazily against the door, his cold eyes staring directly at Mo Ming, the whole person is full of mysterious and cold charm.

The man's lips raised a graceful arc, a wisp of disdain appeared in his black pupils, and when he raised his head, his whole body exuded a shuddering cold aura, and the expression on his face was like the frost of the wax moon.

"Brother? Oh, no, Western Poison Ouyang Feng! ”

Mo Ming's heart fluctuated, turning over the clouds and the sea, staring at the person in front of him with wide eyes, and his mouth couldn't close.

Although the person in front of him was disorganized and unkempt, he actually looked like a certain Hong Kong star.

The man was stunned for a moment, and said coldly: "Who are you, West Poison?" Sounds pretty good. ”

The desert is lonely and the moon is dark.

"Brother Guorong" glanced at Mo Ming indifferently, then glanced behind him, and said casually with his lips slightly open.

"Come in, remember to be careful, don't knock over the oil lamp on the candlestick, or the fire will burn, and I won't care about you."

In the back, there are two Chinese-style bungalows, the wooden planks are divided into two or three bedrooms, and a mat shed is set up on the yellow mud floor in front, which is regarded as a canteen, and a bleak ray of moonlight flows obliquely through the window, but it is forced back by the dark vermilion tabletop.

"You just sleep there, it's fine, don't disturb me, or I'll leave you in the desert to feed the wolves."

Ouyang Feng said without a trace of emotion, but Mo Ming believed in the credibility of what he said.

He sat on a wooden plank and looked at Ouyang Feng, pretending to be pitiful and begging.

It's as if you're looking for a quilt or something to keep you out of the cold night.

The corners of Ouyang Feng's mouth slowly opened a playful arc, and a trace of evil sneer slipped over his thin cold lips, with a bit of cold charm in his laziness.

"Seniors, don't hide it, the younger generations have strict discipline at home, this time I sneaked out and wanted to experience the rivers and lakes."

Mo Ming complimented doggedly, took out a small bag full of golden beans, and handed it over.

Who said that the person in front of him looks so similar to his idol, even the temperament is a little the same, and his posture is not a problem.

"This is a little bit of the younger generation's heart, I hope the seniors will not dislike it, and I hope the seniors can take me in for a few more days."

Seeing this, Ouyang Feng showed a smile from the corner of his eyes, took the money bag, still chic and elegant, and his green shirt was agitated.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he flipped the bag in his hand, as if thinking about something, it should be full of golden beans!

Ouyang Feng glanced at Mo Ming angrily and funny, Ouyang Feng poured out a handful to the candlelight, nodded with great satisfaction, and laughed freely.

"Haha, aren't you afraid that I will kill you when I see money?"

Mo Ming shrunk his neck, pretending to be afraid, and stammered: "Before, senior, I, this is all my property, and I will give it all to you." ”

Immediately opened his bag, Ouyang Feng looked over, and sure enough, it was a group of miscellaneous things, and items such as wealth and silk were no longer visible.

"Little brother, don't be so polite, don't call your predecessors, I'm five or six years older than you, just call me Brother Feng, I won't charge you much for this money, you can live here as long as you want, don't be afraid of trouble, although tomorrow will be a sting, the weather will warm up, but the night is still a little cool, don't dislike it, just use my old quilt first."

After speaking, Ouyang Feng actually returned the remaining half of the golden beans to Mo Ming, who sighed in his heart, it is really his brother, even the bad guys have such a character.

"Brother Feng is good, little brother Mo Ming, please take care of me when you first arrive."

Mo Ming clenched his fists with a smile and said, after hearing this, the former smiled, and his eyes softened a lot, "You kid, it's also interesting." ”

After speaking, he brought Mo Ming a futon, then ignored it, said sleepy, turned around and returned to the inner room.

Looking at the cool moon outside the window, Mo Ming lay on the bed, but his heart was like a calm lake being broken by falling stones, rolling up layers of ripples.

actually came to the world of condor archery during the period of East Evil and West Poison, this should be twenty years before Guo Jing was born, oh my God, I really saw my brother with my own eyes.

With the exotic scenery in the desert, the moonlight, the wind, and the rustling sound, Mo Ming quietly fell asleep.