Dad and brother, who were following closely behind, gasped and saw the yellow fruit lying in the palm of Selia's hand.

What is it? Dad forgot to blame Selia, and his attention was immediately drawn to the yellow fruit.

Celia didn't know what it was, but she knew that it was good.

Freda was Celia's elder brother, but the silver-haired youth's attention shifted from the fruit to the abnormally tall cactus in front of them.

Oh my God, Freda reached out and touched the spikes on this cactus that were almost as thick as his forearm, and couldn't help but exclaim, what kind of breed is this thing, how did it grow so big.

He didn't expect to get an answer, just subconsciously sighed, but as soon as his exclamation fell, Celia casually answered that they wouldn't live long.

What? Their father looked up and asked.

Again, Celiya said that they don't live long!

Almost as soon as she finished speaking a second time, the tall cactus tree in front of them moved.

The long, sharp burrs began to wriggle, and the entire cactus began to shrink inward.

Not only the one in front of them, but the surrounding cactus forests began to slowly sink into the sand under their feet.

When Selia and her father were still in the sand, Freda shouted and ran quickly, pushing the two of them out.

It's just that the speed of this cactus is much faster than the speed at which they can run, and the sand under your feet seems to become soft and soft in the blink of an eye, and if you step on it, the sand will swallow your ankles in an instant.

The three of them ran with great difficulty.

Fortunately, this desert is not too big, and the three of them finally ran out of it.

Freda ran at the front, but just as he could see his convertible from a distance, his feet suddenly emptied, and he fell backwards on his back.

His hands clutched desperately, trying to scoop up the surrounding sand, but it didn't help him except to eat two more bites of sand.

As soon as he fell into the bunker and his back hit the sand, he struggled to get up and climb up.

But the quicksand under his feet is like a big mouth, constantly trying to devour him into his stomach.

When Celia saw the big hole in front of her, her face turned white.

She shoved the yellow fruit into her pocket and threw herself down by the bunker, screaming at Freda to grab my hand as she tried to reach out.

It's just that the bunker is too deep, and Celia tries a few times, but he doesn't catch Freda's hand.

The quicksand continued to swallow, and Freda sank deeper and deeper.

At this time, the father of the two people caught up.

He glanced at Freda, who had been swallowed up in half of his body by the bunker, and without hesitation, he immediately pulled off his belt.

Celia, Selia, grab daddy's belt, okay? Grab Daddy's belt.

He couldn't wait to pull Elijah up from the edge of the bunker, tied one end of the belt in his hand, and stuffed the other end in Celia's hand, and finally, he hugged his little daughter, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and whispered, I love you, dear.

He turned his head and leaned into the bunker.

He had his back to the bunker, his elbows tightly on the sand at the edge of the bunker, and he leaned down from the bunker, trying to maintain his balance while shouting, Freda, grab Daddy's feet, grab Daddy's feet, believe in yourself, you can do it.

Freda had been buried in the sand to his chest and abdomen, and his brain was a little deprived of oxygen from the sand, so he just instinctively waved his arms to grab his father's feet.

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