On a desert night, all traces under the bright sun were easily erased and fell into the bottomless sea of sand.

"Sir, rest early, for fear it will get colder and colder in the middle of the night, and you will find it difficult to sleep. Huan Qujian casually reminded that the situation in Saibei is similar to that of the desert, with hot summers and cold winds.

Mr. Bang was displeased, "My body is dragging its feet, I know, get up early tomorrow and hurry!"

"Naturally!"

Huan Qu quickly replied, gathered together the firewood he had picked up at the beginning, and added some more to the fire.

I saw that Mr. Bang no longer spoke, but he was already lying down, but he wrapped himself very tightly, a way of sleeping that he had never even seen Huan Quai.

He rolled himself up, and he didn't know how many clothes he used, leaving only a head, a living meat roll.

This person is facing the sky, his eyes are closed, and his brows are locked, so angry.

Mr. Bang didn't seem to want to sleep? Didn't he offend people by saying the wrong thing? Huan didn't want to go to illness too much, and after seeing Mr. Bang fall asleep, he also cleaned up and fell asleep immediately.

Since he was not tired of rushing in the afternoon, the fatigue did not seem to be so heavy, Huan Quji's eyes closed and opened, the firewood on the fire had burned out, and the figure of Mr. Bang on the side flashed frequently.

He turned his back to him, and his hair blocked the young man's vision, and Huan went to mutter, "Sir?"

Mr. Bang's back flashed, his whole body trembled, he grabbed the hair behind him, leaned forward and said with a surprised tone, "What are you scaring me for?"

"No, I just woke up. Huan Qujian rubbed his eyes and shook his head a few more times, "I didn't expect Mr. to get up so early." ”

"I got on the road earlier, but yesterday's incident has been delayed a lot. ”

"I'm afraid it's not going to be easy today, if Mr. is unwell, tell me as soon as possible!"

It was bad news that the sandstorm rolled up in the desert, the yellow sand covered the sky, as if swallowing the sky and covering the ground, the two had to cover their mouths and eyes, and struggled to move forward in the sandstorm.

Fortunately, the sandstorm blocked the scorching sun, but I didn't realize that it was so hot yesterday again.

Huan Qujian led the horse in front, covering his face with the cloth torn from the baggage, "Sir, I'm afraid this will be delayed again!"

"I'm on the horse!"

"Sir!"

Mr. Bang's vision was limited in this sandstorm, and he couldn't catch anything, so he simply got on the horse and asked for a bigger vision.

However, when the sandstorm rises, the sand will accumulate deeper and deeper in that place, so it is best to separate the people and horses, and if you fall into it, it will be difficult to struggle.

Pulling up the horse rope, Mr. Bang also covered himself tightly, revealing only a pair of eyes, "Go!"

Huan went to a rope in one hand to prevent Mr. from having an accident.

Everything is blurred and looming in the sandstorm, and it is difficult to accurately describe what is going on around you.

The two of them are also struggling, they have to think twice about every step, one wrong step, and every step below is wrong.

Something might come out of this sandstorm!

Faintly, there was always a vague shadow approaching in front of me, but it was impossible to discern who came.

"What's that?"

Huan went to loosen the horse's rope and put the burden on the horse's back, "I don't know, it's not the uncle, it's the people over there!"

He subconsciously touched the saber beside him, and the flickering shadow seemed to linger in place.

"I'll take a look!" the young man stared ahead, his face solemn, and in an unknown place, an inexplicable sense of oppression came over him.