Somewhere in the desert, in a dilapidated house, Zhao Feng was still unconscious, and the cold of the night had begun to gradually become hot as the sun rose in the east. In the distance of the desert, countless figures gradually appeared, and when the figures walked in, they found that it was a caravan from the Central Plains.

"Father, there's a man here," a crisp voice sounded.

"Surely the ascetics again," said a strong voice.

"No, it seems that there is still breathing, and the clothes are also my Da Song's clothes," the crisp voice said.

"What," said a strong voice, surprised.

I only saw countless people standing beside Zhao Feng at this time, and although one of the girls was not as beautiful as the country and the city, she was extremely ethereal, and there was a middle-aged man standing next to the girl.

"Still breathing, get into the carriage," the middle-aged man said.

After hearing this, the rest of the young men put Zhao Feng in a carriage of the caravan.

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"The young man was badly injured. An old man said to the middle-aged man sitting in the carriage.

"Well, it seems that the only way to take him to the Buddha capital is to take him," the middle-aged man said in a deep voice after hearing this.

"Well, we don't know where the boy came from," said the old man

"If it's not suitable, there's no way, if he is thrown in the desert, he will die immediately, we can't see death without saving it, and he is still a citizen of my Great Song Dynasty," the middle-aged man waved his hand after speaking.

The old man stepped back silently, just looked at the carriage where Zhao Feng was lying.

A girl in the carriage was taking care of Zhao Feng, and at this time, Zhao Feng's shabby white shirt had been replaced, his hair had been tied up, and his face was extremely clean.

The girl looked at Zhao Feng's girl-like face in a daze, and unconsciously her face was covered with red glow.

"Little fish, it's time to eat," a young man shouted outside the carriage.

"Got it," the girl named Xiaoyu heard and left the carriage.

In an oasis in the sky, the caravan vehicles were parked in the oasis, while the caravan camels were drinking water by the lake, and the people in the caravan were sitting around eating lunch.

"Xiaoyu, how is that young man?" asked the caravan leader

"Dad, I'm still in a coma," Xiaoyu replied

"If you are in charge, just leave that young man in the oasis, we were originally a small business, but now there is one more person, and we have to spend a lot of money," said the young man who called Xiaoyu to eat just now, and his eyes looked at Xiaoyu from time to time

"Nangong, what did you say, if you left them here, they would definitely die, do you have any sympathy," Xiao Yu said a little angrily after hearing this

"Xiaoyu, I'm not thinking about the caravan, think about it, the caravan is already difficult now, and now I have to bring such a waste person, isn't it even worse" The young man named Nangong hurriedly laughed.

"Hmph, Daddy, Fangzheng, I just don't agree," he left for the carriage

After the middle-aged man watched Xiaoyu leave, he said to Nangong, "Take it, they are all from the Great Song Dynasty."

"Got it, the master," Nangong replied helplessly, but the light of death flashed in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

When the caravan left the oasis, a pair of centaurs saw a mark on a tree in the oasis, and the leader looked in the direction and waved his hand to move in the direction of the caravan's departure.

The caravan went to the Buddha capital of the Buddha country, and on the way, it had to pass through three cities, namely the Little Buddha City, the Menglan City, and the Holy Buddha City.

At this time, whether it was the middle-aged man in charge of the caravan or other guys, they were all looking around vigilantly at the moment, there was a desert between Mingwu City and Little Buddha City, and there would be sand bandits in the desert.

The sand bandits in the desert are like emperors in the desert, and even the existence of the Buddha Kingdom and Dalin Temple cannot eradicate the existence of the sand bandits.

The desert between Little Buddha City and Mingwu City is the place where the sand bandits in the entire Western Desert are most active, and at this time, the desert is full of damaged convoys and countless skeletons.

And the little fish in the carriage was also extremely nervous looking out of the window through the curtains, while Zhao Feng was still unconscious.

At this time, countless broken memories appeared in Zhao Feng's mind, impacting his mind, and his face seemed calm but extremely painful.

As the sun set red and the desert temperature dropped, the caravan finally found a place to shelter from the night sand.

Xiaoyu fed Zhao Feng a little water and left the carriage.

Night fell, the red moon did not appear as promised tonight, and a few rays of fire in the dark desert illuminated a few areas.

The caravan sat at the fire in twos and threes, chatting and drinking to ward off the cold of the night.

Nangong was talking to Xiao Yu diligently at this time, but Xiao Yu really didn't pay attention to it at all, just stared blankly at the fire, and Zhao Feng's appearance appeared in his mind.

When the middle-aged man and the old man saw it, they just smiled, and then drank wine and chatted.

Nangong saw that Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to himself, so he knew that he was bored, and said to the middle-aged man and the old man, and went to the other fires, but before leaving, his eyes were extremely dark.

"Xiaoyu, what do you think of Nangong" The middle-aged man asked after seeing Nangong leave.

"Dad, what do you mean" Xiao Yu asked a little angrily after hearing this.

"You're going to turn eighteen this year, and you haven't found a mother-in-law yet," the middle-aged man said worriedly.

"Dad, I'm not in a hurry yet, and I want to inherit my father's career in the future, how can I have the heart to think about other things," Xiaoyu said.

"You have to know that Nangong is good in both business and other aspects, and I, Fu Bo, have seen it for so long and think you are suitable," the middle-aged man was interrupted by Xiao Yu before he could finish speaking.

"Dad, I don't want to hear it, I won't look for me now, go back to the carriage first," Xiao Yu said and left and returned to the carriage

The middle-aged man screamed a few times and didn't respond, just shook his head helplessly.

"Don't blame Mademoiselle," said Fauber.

"I don't blame her, her mother has been looking for her since she was a child, although the business has become bigger and bigger in the past few years, but she also cares less about her," the middle-aged man said in a low voice after taking a sip of wine.

Fauber didn't say anything after hearing this.

"Fauber, you have time to talk to Xiaoyu," the middle-aged man said,

"Yes," replied Fauber

When the fire went out in the middle of the night, and the caravan was roasting their camels while they were sleeping, a dark shadow glanced around, and then quickly put a pill in the caravan's kettle, and then disappeared.

In the carriage, Zhao Feng was still sitting in the memories of Beiping after he fell into a coma, and the broken memories entered Zhao Feng's mind as strongly as that Buddha.

At this time, Zhao Feng's face was not as calm as before, and there was a painful expression, and the little fish sleeping against the wall of the carriage did not notice anything abnormal at all.

At this time, the coarse gray clothes on Zhao Feng's body had already been wet with sweat, and the cold sweat on his head flowed down like slurry, wetting the floor of the carriage.

When the sun rose, a new day came, and the little fish in the carriage saw that Zhao Feng was fine, so he went out to wash.

The caravan will set off soon, and it will take three days to guess that it will come out of this desert and enter the Little Buddha City, and at this moment, Nangong looked at the caravan that had already drunk the water, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.