"Uncle Peng, what's wrong with you? Mo Han hurriedly stretched out his hand to support Peng Yu, and his hand was cold, the severe cold of the snake and scorpion desert had already invaded his internal organs.

"You go quickly, don't worry about me, as long as you are safe. "With Peng Yu's cultivation at the peak of the late stage of the foundation, it is not enough to take Mo Han to gallop more than ten kilometers in the cold environment of the Snake and Scorpion Desert. But before worrying that Mo Han would be hurt, Peng Yu has been insisting with his anger.

When he knew that the cold had not caused harm to Mo Han, the persistence in Peng Yu's heart also dissipated at this time, so he fell down as soon as he landed.

Everyone's psychology needs a kind of persistence, faith, worship, madness, depravity, love, hate, affection, hatred, no matter what, there must be one, otherwise how to go on strongly.

Mo Han cried, and at this time he cried for the first time, the first time he had a memory: "Uncle Peng, I will take you away, you have to hold on, no matter what the situation, I will not allow you to leave, and I will not leave you alone." ”

Mo Han's immature body stumbled and grabbed Peng Yu and wanted to carry Peng Yu on his back, but he tried several times, but he couldn't get his way. Like a helpless child, helpless.

"It's useless for you to do this, you have to remember that you are a cultivator, not an ordinary person, if you continue like this, he will definitely die. Old man Dugu didn't know when he appeared next to Mo Han, his body was not as solid as before, and it seemed that the cold here had a great impact on him.

"I can't come out for too long, the cold here is not ordinary cold, there is a big secret. If you want to save him, feed him your blood, and only then can you save his life. ”

A moment of weakness disappeared from Mo Han's body, and he regained his calm appearance.

Placing Peng Yu's body on the ground steadily, he took out the killing blade and gently swiped it on his fingers, and hot blood flowed out of his fingertips and dripped onto Peng Yu's pale and cold lips.

One drop, two drops, three drops.

The wound on his fingertips solidified, and Mo Han drew another one, until Mo Han's face also turned pale, and Peng Yu's face regained a trace of blood.

"You can't continue to lose blood, you have to get out of here and go to the place he said, or we'll all have to stay here tonight, and next year today will be our death day. Entering the Snake Scorpion Desert, Shengyu, who had been silent, looked into the distance and said to Mo Han.

When Peng Yu fell, he knew that he was dying, and he was ready to die. At this time, I woke up for some reason, I didn't have time to ask, and struggled to stand up from the ground: "Xiaohan, go quickly." We can't stay here for long, it's been dark for almost an hour, we've been delaying too much, and the hurricane is coming. When a hurricane comes, there will be a sandstorm in the sky, and we will all be buried here, and we will be a pile of dead souls who will not even have bones. ”

Mo Han also felt that the danger was approaching, but Peng Yu hadn't woken up just now, and he couldn't rest assured: "Uncle Peng, I'll carry you away." ”

The physical body in the early stage of the embryo and the cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building are not as unbearable as imagined in the snake and scorpion desert. Just now it was because Mo Han cared about it, but when he recovered, he effortlessly put Peng Yu on his back and strode towards the stronghold that Peng Yu said.

In the dark night, Mo Han walked alone with Peng Yu on his back, and on his shoulder stood a puppy with a vigilant eye. The cold wind whimpered like a sad man weeping. Who would have thought that the once indifferent killer would use his immature body to guard the warmth in his heart.

The place Peng Yu was talking about was a low sand dune, and no one would even know it was a sand dune if they didn't get close.

The sand around the dunes is jet-black, darker than the night sky here, and darker than the surrounding gravel. But for some reason, when the human eye looks at it, this sand seems to have an unknowable magic that sucks the human mind into it.

"That's it, don't look, just jump off with your eyes closed. Although Peng Yu's face was moistened by Mo Han's blood, the whole person was still very weak, and the cold was still raging in his body, and the effect of Mo Han's blood was only to protect his heart.

Listening to Peng Yu's intermittent and extremely weak voice, even if Mo Han was very curious about the gravel, he didn't dare to delay, and with a kick of his feet, he jumped down to the middle of the sand dune with Peng Yu on his back.

The sand and gravel around the dunes were connected to each other, very hard, Mo Han kicked down with his feet, because he was in a hurry, he never thought that the ground was so hard, and he used too much force, and his embryonic flesh also felt pain.

The sand in the middle of the dunes is different from the surrounding gravel ground, and it is soft and warm.

Mo Han jumped into it with Peng Yu on his back, as if he had landed on cotton, soft and gentle. The warm power that is free in it will also enter it through the pores of his skin, clearing the cold from his body.

The interior of the sand dunes is an irregular space with a radius of five feet and a height of three feet, with beams on top that miraculously hold up the quicksand above, and the walls are littered with various protruding stone cones, or hollows left by erosion by unknown objects. As soon as you enter it, the warm breath rushes to your face, relieving the cold in your body for the guests who come from afar. The only constant is the jet-black color of the outside.

Mo Han leaned over, swept out a clean piece of ground, and carefully put Peng Yu down. Stretched out his hand to check Peng Yu's pulse, the pulse rhythm was even, calm and relaxed, and the cold in his body was also eliminated by the heating here in a short period of time, but his body was still a little weak, and there was no big problem.

With Peng Yu's cultivation at the peak of the foundation, as long as the cold qi is eliminated, after waking up, he can be cured by taking one or two primary second-order healing pills to heal his injuries.

Seeing that Peng Yu was fine, Mo Han remembered to take a closer look at the cave, but as soon as he was about to stand up, his head was dizzy and he stumbled to the ground.

"In order to save him just now, you fed him most of your essence and blood, and your spirit is highly concentrated, and when you relax at this time, you will naturally feel unwell. Shengyu jumped off Mo Han's shoulder, his whole body fell to the ground, looking up at Mo Han, his two little eyes kept spinning, as if he didn't want Mo Han to notice.

"Don't worry, with your physique, you can recover after a good night's sleep. ”

Mo Han was about to sit and meditate and cultivate, replenishing the consumed essence blood as soon as possible, when Shengyu opened his mouth and said.

I don't know if Mo Han is too tired, or if he has lost too much essence and blood, or if there is some kind of demonic nature in the voice of the Holy Reputation. Mo Han listened to Shengyu's words, and his head, which was originally relatively sober, suddenly became groggy, and his upper and lower eyelids kept fighting, and in the end, he still did not defeat the sleepy worm, and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Seeing Mo Han asleep, the playfulness on his face finally disappeared, and his two little eyes looked at everything in the cave suspiciously.

Everything here feels familiar and strange to Shengyu. It's as if everything here has nothing to do with him and nothing to do with him. As soon as he was born, he felt the call of the Demon Valley to him, and he could feel it all the way in.

It's just that this call is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes it is not, as if something is deliberately covering up, not letting him find it quickly, and not letting him give up.

When he came to the cave, a thought suddenly popped into his mind: to eat everything he could see in the cave.

This thought came out of nowhere, for no reason. As the heating in the cave increased, this thought became stronger and stronger, and it was so fast that it could not be suppressed.

Shengyu walked to Mo Han's side, and looked at Mo Han with two small round eyes: "I won't let you be hurt." ”

It seems to be talking to himself, as if he is saying to Mo Han, and he seems to be making up his mind.

There is no light source inside the cavern, but it doesn't look as dark as it is outside, despite the jet-black walls all around.

In the dimly lit cavern, Shengyu's dim body walked towards the edge of the cave step by step, as if trying something.

Until Shengyu walked to the cave wall, Mo Han was still lying quietly on the ground, breathing steadily, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had dreamed of something happy.

Approaching the wall, the thought in Shengyu's mind grew stronger, threatening to consume his mind.

Click.

The extremely hard cave wall, under the sharp teeth of Shengyu, like the brittle bones on the animal's body, was bitten out of a big pit by Shengyu after three or five clicks.

Devouring a quarter of one of the walls of the cavern, the Holy Honor did not feel at all. His stomach is like a bottomless pit, no matter how much he eats, he can hold it, or it can be digested quickly.

After biting along the four walls of the cave for a long time, the madness in Shengyu's eyes was much less, as if as long as he didn't resist the thought in his head, and devoured the dark walls he saw in his eyes according to that thought, that thought would loom and not affect his mind.

Shengyu glanced back at Mo Han who was lying on the ground, and said to himself: "I can't eat along the wall like this, once I finish eating the surrounding walls, the wall on the top of the cave will fall, and Mo Han's kid won't be able to escape." ”

The walls cracked, and the heating inside the cave flowed rapidly, and a thin layer of jet-black matter formed in the cracks eaten by the Holy Honor, blocking the quicksand that was about to flow into the cave.

Saint Yu glanced at it, his purpose was to devour the jet-black walls here, not to bring in quicksand. At this time, seeing that the heating naturally formed a barrier, the hanging heart was put down, and he jumped to the top of the cave with all four feet.

I don't know what the soles of his feet are made of, as soon as his four feet touch the top of the cave, they are like suction cups, hanging upside down steadily, opening their mouths and starting to devour and bite.

Mo Han, who was sleeping, waved his hand restlessly, and when he met Peng Yu, who was also lying next to him, he changed his position, his head rested on one of Peng Yu's arms, and the other hand held Peng Yu tightly, for fear that Peng Yu would not want him.

Mo Han, who changed to a sleeping position, looked like a smile on his immature face, and he slept sweeter than before.