A huge wooden stick lifted up the yellow sand, like a yellow dragon smashing into the knife.

Holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands, the knife light rose again, and with a "boom", the yellow sand flew in all directions.

A huge wooden stick smashed into the long knife of the knife.

The huge stick didn't break in two, and it was clearly not an ordinary stick.

A young man wearing a yellow animal skin appeared in front of the three of them, and with his appearance, the sand dunes behind him exploded, and figures jumped out of them, which turned out to be those desolate people who had hidden in the yellow sand.

Each of the desolate men carried a wooden stick with the thick mouth of a bowl.

A strange scream sounded from the mouth of the young desolate man in animal skin, and the desolate man who jumped up held his wooden stick high in both hands and smashed down on the heads of the three of them with the momentum of sweeping thousands of armies.

Before the wooden sticks arrived, the strong wind brought up hit the yellow sand on the ground and flew in all directions.

The yellow sand is in the sky, and the shadow of the stick is like a mountain.

The knife put away the long knife and took a step back.

Miao Miao let out a coquettish cry, returned to her previous graceful body, and catapulted into the air at a speed faster than those desolate people, and then fell towards the earth faster, like a star-moving electric switch.

and even ahead of the desolate people.

When the desolate man's wooden stick came to the sky above the heads of the three of them, Mo Fang in Miao Miao's hand had already hit the ground hard.

"Boom", a huge thunder sounded in the desert.

The ground around them jumped up, and a foot-thick cloud of yellow sand shot up into the air.

The sticks in the hands of the desolate men fell on the foot-thick yellow sand.

What a shocking picture this is, the chaotic Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi brings up a powerful air flow to blow the yellow sand all over the sky, covering the sunset in the sky.

Looking down from the farther and higher sky, the yellow sand in the sky resembles a giant mushroom.

Miao Miao held Mo Fang in her hand, and when she was in the town, she could smash Fang Wuhui, who knew his fate.

The jumping desolate man landed on the yellow sand that rose into the air, and the wooden stick in his hand was raised high by the huge force, and the whole person flipped several times in the air, and then fell to the ground like a dumpling.

The whistling in the mouth of the young man in the animal skin was more urgent,

There was a loud thud in the distance, followed by a huge wall of sand, and more desolate people strode towards it.

The sand wall was the yellow sand kicked by the soles of their feet as they walked, and the loud thud was the sound of their footsteps falling on the ground.

The desolate man who had just fallen to the ground from mid-air quickly stood up, and then stood in a row behind the beast-skinned youth, no one flinched, his eyes fixed on the knife, indifferent without a trace of emotion.

The fur youth's gaze became violent.

The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the dust, and the light becomes like turbid water through the refraction of countless sands.

The desolate people who were running in great strides were already very close, and the rough faces of the desolate people could be faintly seen through the cloudy sunset.

"Roar, roar, roar......" the deserters roared, and with the roar they adjusted their somewhat scattered pace, and the footsteps gradually became unified.

With a sturdy upper body, surrounded by animal skins, and neat steps, he rushed straight towards the three of them with a mountain of momentum like the heavy armor of the empire.

The knife clenched the long knife in his hand again, although it was very likely that the surging desolate people were the target they were looking for this time.

Many times, he believed in the long knife in his hand, and perhaps the person who gave him it.

He and Su Yan had been separated for several months.

The sticks in the desolate man's hands had been raised, and they were covered with protruding spikes.

The wrist of the knife has begun to exert force.

"Wait ......", Yi Shengsheng rushed to the position of a zhang in front of the beast-skinned youth, waving his hands vigorously, "Wait a minute, ......."

"Cuba's Desolate Teeth...... Cuban Desolation...... "Walking in the desert for days has made Yi Sheng's voice hoarse again.

"Who are you, we, who are they?" asked the young man in the animal skin, speaking in a strange and stiff tone in the common language of the mainland, as if he had not communicated with people for a long time.

"Gu Gumo, is he okay?" Yi Shengsheng asked the young man in front of him, he was a little nervous, this young man was a child ten years ago, he didn't know if the young man still remembered him, and he didn't know the young man's name.

The rain of arrows and the attacks of those desolate people came too fast, and he didn't have time to rush out.

The right hand of the young man in the animal skin was raised high, and the desolate people standing in a row behind the young man stopped.

The deserted people who came running also stopped, the wind calmed down, and the flying sand and dust stopped. An older desert man walked briskly past the crowd behind.

"Little stone, it's me, ......", Yi Shengsheng laughed, when he was in the tribe, he often saw the desert man in front of him, and the desert man was already an adult at that time.

The older desolate man is the son of the tribal leader who was easy to live and die, called Gu Shi Mo, Mo is the family name, Gu is the generation of the tribe, and the single name is Shi. Yi Shengsheng originally called him Little Stone.

The desolate people take their names and put their surnames at the end of their names.

Gu Shimo is now the leader of the tribe.

"Are you Mr. Yi......" Gu Shimo was a little uncertain, ten years was not too short, enough to blur some memories.

Fortunately, he had never entered outsiders in the desert over the years, and he finally remembered Yi Shengsheng.

Honorifics are used.

"Haha, it's me, I'm your Uncle Yi." Yi Shengsheng laughed and circled around Gu Shimo.

"I haven't seen you for ten years, and the original little stone is about to get old. Yi Shengsheng said.

The harsh climate of the desert always makes people age faster.

"Is Cuba Mo okay?" Yi Shengsheng asked again.

"Uncle Yi, it's really you. Gu Shimo also smiled and jumped up happily, like a child: "My father is fine." I always mention Uncle Yi, you. ”

The rugged face was filled with sincere joy, and some short gray hair was covered with yellow sand, but he looked like a simple child, not like the leader of a tribe.

He turned around and shouted to the desolate people behind him, Yi Shengsheng didn't stay in the desert for long, and the desolate language he learned was almost forgotten, and he could only vaguely guess the general meaning of Gu Shimo: Come is our most honored guest and best friend, don't be nervous.

All the desolate people suddenly fell silent, and then erupted into an earth-shattering roar.

"Roar...... Easy...... Roar...... Roar...... Easy...... Roaring ......", I think it is shouting the name of Yi Shengsheng, but it sounds a little weird.

Roar, roar, roar, what?

Three black lines hung down Miao Miao's forehead.

She soon knew what these absurds were yelling at.

The desolate people roared and the tide rushed over and drowned Yi Shengsheng, and then some threw him high into the sky, and then caught him, and threw him again, and so on.

When the entire continent abandoned them, there was only one of their friends and most honored guests in the last hundred years, and that was Yi Sheng, who saved their old patriarch.

The grim young man in the animal skin jacket also joined the throwing crowd,

Miao Miao and Xiaodao did not escape the fate of being abandoned, falling and then throwing up.

The knife was not drawn, and the hand holding the handle was released.

The knife began to feel a little unaccustomed, but a little vaguely kind, and the hard lines softened a little as the setting sun shone on his face.

In the past, he would only be like this in front of Su Yan.

......

When the last afterglow of the setting sun disappeared into the sky, the round moon rose from the other side of the canopy, and the silver moonlight shone on the yellow sand, and the traces left on it by the knives and the wasters during the day had long been carried away by the strong wind on the desert, and the desert returned to the shape of the waves.

The silver moonlight shone on the lake of the oasis, and the sparkling water reflected the full moon in the sky and the fire on the shore, and the reveling deserters.

During the day, the sun is still shining to death, but at night the temperature will drop sharply, although it is not as good as the winter of Licheng last year, but it is also much colder than the winter in other parts of the mainland.

In order to welcome the arrival of Yi Shengsheng and Xiaodao, the Desolate tribe held a grand welcome ceremony.

All the desolate people, men, women, and children, came out of their tents, and they lit bonfires on the plains by the lake, and the bonnet leaned on the whole sheep one by one, and the aroma of roasted sheep entered the noses of the desolate people in the wind, and the people became more and more happy.

The younger men and women danced the old tribal dance around the bonfire, holding hands and first stretching out their left foot diagonally upward, then jumping twice on the ground to the beat of the sheepskin drum, then raising their right foot, and so on. The movements are simple and neat, but with a primitive beauty.

The more active desert women led the way in singing the songs of the tribe, which, like their dances, were only a few simple syllables, but each time they repeated them with a different rhythm and rhyme, with a primitive and vast charm.

Yi Shengsheng was drunk, and he was poured an unknown number of bowls of liquor by the wasters.

The wine is unique to the barren tribe, made from a spiky plant in the oasis, and it is a bitter but fiery drink, and each sip is like swallowing a ball of fire.

It's like the life of a tribe in the desert, with a unique fragrance of plants in the aftertaste.

The old patriarch Gu Mo was very happy tonight, and he had been drinking with Yi Shengsheng, a benefactor and an old friend, until he stood up when he didn't know who Yi Shengsheng was.

The body of Gu Gumo who stood up was as tall as a mountain in the moonlight, and his palms struck three times in a row, and the desolate people who beat the drums, sang, and danced all fell silent, looking at their old patriarch.

His eyes scanned the desolate man who had quieted down, and Gu Gumo said something loudly, and the speed of his speech was urgent and fast.

The desolate man who listened first showed a look of disbelief, then ecstasy, but not a single one moved or spoke under the old patriarch's gaze.

After Cuba Mo finished speaking, he walked in front of Xiaodao and Miao Miao, stretched out his hand and hugged Miao Miao, and then let her stand behind her, and then faced Xiaodao, respectfully invited Xiaodao's hands to a slightly higher place, and then bent his knees and knelt in front of Xiaodao.

Boom, all the desolate people knelt down, facing the knife.

The moonlight shone on the deep eye sockets and the high bridge of the nose of the knife, and the resolute faces began to overlap with the faces of these wild people