On the ground a few hundred meters apart, July combed his clothes slightly, pulled a touch of smooth hair back his head, and appeared in front of the Sun Tomb with a demure makeup, and his eyes glanced at the sun hanging high.

Plain-faced temperament, beautiful and not stained with dust, low eyebrows smiled indifferently at Sven Heding, who came over.

The cheeks are flushed, the appearance is beautiful, and the classical beauty temperament makes Sven Heding faintly moved.

Under the strong pressure of the throbbing of the first sense, he maintained a gentlemanly freehand face and finally curled his tongue in jerky Chinese for a long time and said, "Okay, Miss July." Then he smiled awkwardly, knowing that he could no longer communicate with the other party except for this sentence.

Contrary to Sven's expectations, July was overly calm, not as surprised as expected, and said with a smile: "Mr. Sven, you are good. ”

Sven Heding had learned a standard French in order to pursue women, and his romantic pronunciation, coupled with his handsome appearance, often attracted the surprise of the group of women, and he thought that the few Chinese words he learned from Bergman last night would win the favor of July, but he couldn't expect the response he got was so flat that he couldn't accept it.

The long hair like a waterfall, the elegant snow-white fox fur, and the dignified and pure temperament followed Zhang Yishan to the edge of the Sun Tomb.

Scybin took it all in his mouth, blinked twice and said, "You know, I've never complimented any Oriental woman. This girl is an exception, elegant and beautiful, and it would be nice if I were twenty years younger. ”

"Old fellow, I'll definitely catch her, I promise God." Sven Hedin was as white as a young man in his early twenties, and Scybin walked towards the caravan.

"Bergman ~ Bergman."

Bergman, one of the members of the caravan's expedition, is a typical Chinese expert, fluent in Chinese, and even occasionally reciting two mouthfuls of catchy Chinese poetry.

In the past, Sven Herb was disdainful of Bergman's proud Chinese culture, but now that the situation has changed, he has to be convinced that he wants to learn Chinese folklore and Chinese with him.

"What's wrong?" Sven Heding rushed to the front in a hurry, and the Tibetan mastiff dragged his sturdy body to follow behind, he was a little confused, when the explorer maniac who had never had any interest in Chinese culture suddenly became so fascinated by the Chinese language. Except, of course, China's history and culture.

As the leader of the team, he explained slightly embarrassed: "I want to learn Chinese from you, you know, Chinese language and culture, all aspects are deeply attractive to me, just like those Loulan beauties." ”

The corner of his eye glanced at the shadow under the sun from time to time, and the intoxicated eyes instantly made the pedantic Bergman understand the approximation.

"She is indeed the most beautiful Oriental woman I have ever met, both in size and appearance, and it would have been nice if I hadn't been married ten years ago." Bergman also noticed this girl in the morning, but the cold aura made him always daunted, and he didn't dare to say a word to July.

On the sand dunes on the edge of the Sun Tomb, July looked down, pinching a jade flute slightly in one hand and gently dragging a collar with the other. Suddenly, she felt that the yin qi exuded by the thousand-year-old tomb was depressed, and the breath was faintly sublimated with the light, and under the influence of the thick death qi, she showed a look of disgust on her face

"How did Beichen get taken down there?" The clear and crystalline pupils were covered with a layer of mist, and the color of worry was written all over the flawless jade face.

This kind of thousand-year-old tomb is a taboo for the Wu people, digging pits and robbing tombs to go deep into the ancient caves is their taboo, the turbidity from the bones of the rotting corpses will destroy the spirit of the living, and there are many unpredictable existences lurking under the stratum.

The yellow sand of the Gobi swept in the sun, and the dust walked fiercely to Qiyue's side, as if blocked by an invisible wall of air, and a wisp of dust could not be approached.

"Sven, she is very special, but I advise you not to get carried away by her beauty. This girl is very unusual, you should also see it, the dust is rolling along the way, she is like a nobody. Bergman wanted to say that July's form was like that of a jade figure that was not stained with dust, but the switch between the two languages made him distressed for a long time.

"There was a mysterious profession in ancient China called a wizard, and they had the same abilities as our magicians." With his rich experience and in-depth understanding of Chinese culture, he could see at a glance the extraordinary birth of July, the cold and majestic inviolable goddess-like temperament that came out of his bones, and all the manifestations were very similar to the kind of women he had ever seen engaged in the witchcraft profession.

Ignoring Bergman's advice, Sven Heding calmly took out a small notepad from the liner of his suit and asked the "China expert" in the team, "I want to write it down, Bergman." What you said last night, how did you explain the name 'July'? There seems to be a very famous Chinese children's rhyme? ”

“Shit。” Annoyed, Bergman took off the hat from his head, scratched his scalp twice, rolled his eyes, and cried out in his heart: O young man!

"Tell me what it is!" Sven Heding fixed his gaze for a moment in that direction.

"Okay, okay. Listen clearly, it's a poem, not a children's rhyme. Bastard. ”

On the seventh day of July, the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispered in the middle of the night!

Fearing that the careless Swedes would not understand what it meant, Bergman painstakingly chewed the words and translated the artistic conception of this sentence in the most authentic English.

"It's so beautiful, I can't imagine that the Chinese are so bad. I didn't find out before. ”

Sven Heding put away his pen, took off his round top hat, bowed slightly to Bergman, smiled politely, and beckoned the caravan to the edge of the Sun Tomb.

"That foreigner seems to be quite interesting to you, why don't you think about it?" Zhang Yishan always felt the pair of hot eyes dozens of meters away, and couldn't help but feel jealous, and asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"Let's get down to business, okay?" The sun is hovering, and the yin qi, which is extremely difficult for others to discern, is constantly infecting the sensitive July.

There are craters deep into the stratum, countless caverns that lead to unknown Jedi, and some of them are simply dead ends, and there is not much difference between the entrances at first glance.

"Before you went to the ground, what you promised me was valid, right?" Zhang Yishan is always suspicious in her heart, obviously this woman looks like she has a little demon face, but she always has a kind of unclear cowardice.

There was a light aura looming between the eyebrows of July, and his eyes were like a pool of clear water, "I vouch for my personality as a woman of the Wu clan, as long as you take me to find the person I am looking for, I can promise you anything." ”