Han Chuang stood at the door of an inn, looked around, and only saw a patch of yellow sand.

It is an inherent color that belongs to the desert and never changes in any way with the arrival of people.

At this moment, the sun had already poked out half of its head in the eastern sky, and the heat began to evaporate from under the sand, and although it was only early in the morning, those who were still hot wanted to take off their clothes.

The wind came back to life, and the wind that had stopped all night finally came back to life in the early morning, blowing on his face, like a red-hot knife, but Han Chuang didn't care, and still led the morning light to his own heart.

After becoming a master, many masters ignore the most basic breathing, swallowing the first breath of the morning light, like wrapping rice balls, wrapping it in their mouths, swallowing it one bite at a time, and then spitting out the whole thing, this process is breathing.

Welcoming the new and removing the old is the essence of Tuna, which can ensure that your body is always in the most perfect state.

Early in the morning, which is supposed to be a time for people to come and go, guests will get up early to catch the camels and set off, and some people will come and drive the camels as well.

But at this moment, not only are there not camels, but there are not even half people, where have the people gone? Last night, Ye Sanniang fought in front of the door of each room with a kitchen knife, and the guests immediately fled in disgrace.

Of course - I didn't pay, and Ye Sanniang didn't have a thick skin to the point of collecting money.

Needless to say, it must be the voice of the Desert Wolf, and now, except for Han Chuang, there is only one man in the entire inn, except for Han Chuang, and of course it is impossible to give Han Chuang a guest for rough work, so he has to be fortunate to be a Desert Wolf.

He was chopping wood, chopping wood with a scimitar.

First split the whole piece of wood into several sections, and then set it up in sections, a knife down, that is, into two sections, without the slightest condensation, this knife with the sound of the wind, with the sound of the wind, leaving no trace.

Han Chuang followed the sound of the wind and walked over, and as he expected, the Desert Wolf was chopping wood, chopping wood with a scimitar.

The crooked scimitar is like a crescent moon, which is the poet's favorite intention, if someone uses the crescent moon to chop wood, he will definitely be rebuked as a violent celestial, but the desert wolf does not give people the feeling of a violent celestial crescent, his movements are very beautiful, like dancing.

The man's dance may not be charming, but it is full of powerful beauty, Han Chuang looked at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The wind stopped, the chopping action also stopped, the desert wolf wiped the sweat on his forehead, and just saw Han Chuang standing next to him, and the beads of sweat appeared on his face after exercise, and the beads of sweat kept coming out.

"So early?" said the Desert Wolf, bending over the scattered wood underground, his voice as clean and clear as the shepherd's flute.

"What do you think?" Han Chuang smiled and said, "I haven't slept all night, and I can't sleep in bed. ”

The Desert Wolf looked at Han Chuang's smile, and suddenly laughed himself, and said, "Do you regret it? If you regret it, it's not too late to leave." ”

He glanced up at the sun and said, "Follow the direction of the rising sun, all the way to the east, and you will be able to get out of the desert in about a day." ”

If Han Chuang wants to leave, he will never blame him, even if he is a brother, he is not obliged to die for you, really, although Han Chuang swears true, but in the eyes of the Desert Wolf, facing Wang Xi in the middle stage of condensation, it is like going to die.

Maybe it's better to die, because you can choose the way to die, you can choose whether to jump off the cliff or wipe your neck with a knife, but when it falls into Wang Xi's hands, you can't even choose your own way of death.

The Desert Wolf used to be Wang Xi's henchman, so he naturally knew the horror of this old man, he was like a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, which would suddenly jump out and bite you when you were careless.

He is not afraid of people with strong martial arts, but he is afraid of people like Wang Xi, who are not only strong in martial arts, but also unscrupulous.

Han Chuang smiled, sneering with points in his smile: "Do you think I will escape from the battle?"

The Desert Wolf shook his head and replied simply and directly, "No. ”

Han Chuang said: "Then don't say that, don't worry, I'm sure to defeat him." ”

The Desert Wolf had planned to continue chopping wood, but when he heard his words, he stopped and looked at him with a very puzzled look.

"Don't look at me like that," Han Chuang said with a smile, "I don't have any bad habits!"

"Bad habits?" the Desert Wolf suddenly understood, his expression indescribably weird, "I don't have bad habits either. ”

The two looked at each other, and suddenly—laughed.

They don't know if there will be a chance to smile like this after today, maybe one of them, maybe both of them will die, who knows?

The thrill of the future is that it is always unpredictable.

The female voice came from the inn: "Two masters, it's time to eat!" The voice revealed the unique pungency of the women of Shu, from the mouth of the wolf of the desert, Han Chuang learned that Ye Sanniang is from Shu, and the beauty of Shu is the most difficult beauty in the world to tame, Ye Sanniang is like a mare with a violent personality, and has not been tamed by the wolf of the desert.

When Han Chuang used this to mock the Desert Wolf, he always smiled softly and said, "What I need is a safe haven, not a woman." ”

It was this sentence that made Han Chuang awe-inspired, and it was not the wolf of the desert who admired him, but Ye Sanniang; there are many women in this world, but how many women can be a safe haven for men?

Maybe not really.

The Desert Wolf glanced back at Han Chuang, who was stunned, and said with a smile: "Brother, hurry up and try Sanniang's craftsmanship." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "Are you sure she will do it?"

The Desert Wolf smiled and said, "Don't worry, she's a woman." ”

Han Chuang has always believed that beautiful women can't cook, because their beautiful skin allows them to capture men's hearts without relying on cooking skills, but Ye Sanniang is obviously an exception.

Mapo tofu, pig's trotters in sauce, boiled pork slices, and a pot of hot bone broth, Han Chuang felt that this was the most hearty breakfast he had ever eaten since he crossed.

He ate four bowls of rice in a row, if it weren't for Ye Sanniang hiding all the wine, he would definitely drink with the desert wolf.

"Wolf, you are truly a blessed man. He said as he ate.

"That's!" replied the Desert Wolf, rightfully so, with a triumphant smile on his face.

Ye Sanniang's rare pretty face turned red, lifted the spoon and struck him on the forehead, and said, "What are you talking about?"

The Desert Wolf covered his head and said, "Nothing, nothing. After a pause, he suddenly said, "Sanniang, if I can survive, I will marry you." ”

Ye Sanniang suddenly cried, and the tears fell silently.

She had been waiting for this sentence for a long, long time, from twenty to thirty, to thirty-six, and in a blink of an eye she was thirty-six, her skin was still as white as jade, her eyes were still charming and bright, her figure was more attractive than that of a young man, but she knew in her own heart that she was old.

The old age of the body is never the most terrible thing, but the old age of the heart is the real terrible.

She still has a bit of a pungent personality, she still lives a fiery life, and she still has an inn in the middle of the desert, but she doesn't know how long she can last.

If the wolf of the desert doesn't say this sentence again, she doesn't know if she still has the courage to continue waiting, sixteen years, there are several sixteen years in a person's life, especially women, youth is short, and it should be cherished.

Just as she was suffering from gains and losses, the Desert Wolf suddenly said these words that she had dreamed of, and suddenly she felt that her dream had come true.

"Whether you live or die, I will marry you. She wiped away her tears and smiled like a flower.

Han Chuang saw that the two seemed to be tired of being together, so he immediately put down the dishes and chopsticks, laughed strangely, and walked out of the inn; not everyone was willing to act as a light bulb.

At this moment, it was still early morning, but the sun had completely climbed into the sky, wantonly exuding light and heat on the zenith, and among the sand and Shuo, it was steaming like smoke, and the heat flow was like a red-hot knife, slapping Han Chuang's cheek.

Suddenly, he saw a strange man walking in the distance.

Desert caravans generally appear in groups, and there are few one-legged merchants who go alone, which seems to be a matter of course, and everyone walks together to have a company in the dangerous desert.

Born together, died together, the desert caravan once again verified that man is a social animal.

At this moment, the man who was walking in the direction of an inn was alone, not only alone, but also not even a camel carrying goods, and his lonely shadow almost made people think that it was a mirage.

When he approached, Han Chuang saw his face, the face of an ordinary old man, with a square face, which easily reminded people of granite, with a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, and eyes with a sharpness that did not match his age.

Getting closer again, Han Chuang saw more clearly: he was wearing a soft and wide black robe, barefoot, two feet of astonishing size, like a huge pu fan, his hands were also very large, his fingers were somewhat inverted, and the entire palm of his hand was unnaturally red.

He was very tall, eight feet tall, but he was skinny, and he looked like a dry bone without flesh and blood from a distance, but if you underestimate this dry bone, you will pay a huge price, Han Chuang felt it, what kind of power was hidden in this body that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

He walked very slowly—it just felt fast, in fact, a distance of a few hundred meters, just a few blinks of an eye, was crossed by him, and he walked to the opposite side of Han Chuang, and stopped about ten meters away from him.

He was laughing, sarcastic and cold.

"Wang Xi?"

To sum up, Han Chuang came to this conclusion, and the person who came was Wang Xi. Today is the fifteenth day of April, which happens to be the fifteenth of the four swordsmen, some of whom do not kill at the fifteenth o'clock, because it is rumored that the fifteenth person who dies will not be able to return home, and will become a lonely ghost, and some people will pick the fifteenth to kill people, and they do not mind the dead becoming ghosts, because they are enough to make the ghosts scatter.

Wang Xi is such a person.

He walked unsteadily, his two feet were deep and shallow in the sand, as if he couldn't even stand on his feet, but after Han Chuang said this, suddenly, he moved to Han Chuang's side from ten meters away, and the two of them were almost facing each other.

Han Chuang could clearly see the wrinkles on his face and the shadows hidden behind each wrinkle.

"Han Chuang?" Wang Xi asked rhetorically.

"That's right," Han Chuang replied.

If you don't even dare to admit a name, then you can't be considered a real martial artist, the true qi is all over the body, and the devouring martial soul appears, and now only the sword is missing.

The heavy sword had not yet been taken out of the spatial jade pendant, not because Han Chuang felt that Wang Xi was not worthy of letting him use the sword, but because he felt that the heavy sword that suddenly appeared was more powerful.

The two of them looked at each other like this, no one spoke, and at this moment, the Desert Wolf took Ye Sanniang's hand and walked out of the inn, when he turned his gaze to Wang Xi's face, he was obviously stunned, but it was difficult to return to normal quickly.

He let out a long sigh and said, "I didn't expect you to come so soon." ”

Wang Xi smiled: "You don't want me to come?"

The Desert Wolf said, "I hope you never show up." ”

Wang Xi smiled: "You know this is impossible, I will come sooner or later, no matter where you are hiding, I will find you." ”

The Desert Wolf smiled and said, "I know, so I'm not hiding." He glanced at Ye Sanniang beside him and said, "Hiding is never the solution to the problem." ”

"Of course not. Wang Xi smiled and said, "Death is." The tone became extremely eerie.