The winds in the desert are unpredictable, sometimes to the north, sometimes to the south, and there may even be two opposing winds at the same time, east and west, forming a front in the very center of the Karakum Desert.

But there will be no rain under the front, it will be all heat, how can there be rain?

The night and day of the desert are two completely different worlds, the night is deadly cold, and the daytime is deadly hot.

Thanks to the dry, rain-free climate, it will make you feel less like buns in a stuffy steamer and more like roast lamb grilled on a fire.

Good day.

A man falls in the middle of the desert, and if there is no rescue, the yellow sand will gradually flood his body, and he will suffocate in his sleep and die.

A drowning fish, a falling bird, a suffocating man.

The two Dao Shadows came in the sand, picked up the unconscious man, and threw him into a sheltered place behind a huge rock, the shadow of which obscured the sun, and the temperature seemed to be a little lower than in the scorching sun, but only some, still hot, hot as if roasted.

Han Chuang untied the water bladder, poured some water on the towel, wiped the lips and forehead of the unconscious with the towel, kept trying, mechanical cycles repeatedly, and finally, he opened his eyes.

This is a young man, with black hair and black eyes, a square face, with a frightened face that has just woken up, no weapons have been found around him, and there is no sign of true qi flowing in his body, he is an ordinary person, just a strong body, but under the torture of this desert life, even his strong physique is gradually lost, he looks like a chrysanthemum that is dehydrated, and his skin is wrinkled.

"Who are you, who are you? ”

Like a man who had just woken up, his voice was dry and hoarse, like a large patch of moss had been stuffed into his throat.

"Save your people. Han Chuang said coldly.

In three days, he and the Desert Wolf rescued ten people, he didn't mince words about everyone, there was nothing to say, a group of people who couldn't help themselves, he seemed to forget that he was also woken up by someone.

"Thank you, thank you. The man said, his voice equally hoarse, and when he had finished speaking, he kept silent as if he had spent all his strength.

"Give him some water, not too much. The Desert Wolf said, his voice still as clean as a flute.

Han Chuang nodded, handed the water bladder to the man, and said at the same time: "Don't drink too much at a time, take a sip and wrap it in your mouth, and swallow it slowly." ”

A few days of desert life with the Desert Wolf made him no longer look like a newcomer, he was calm, sophisticated, and logical, such a person, even in the desert, could live.

But not everyone can live in the desert, just like the young man in front of him, smart and energetic, but there is no body to match, his seemingly strong body is just a showcase, useless in the desert.

The wolf of the desert raised his head, his green eyes staring at the distant sky, the dust raised by the wind could not float there, and the sky looked clear without a trace of clouds that day, like a huge piece of amber.

"The sandstorm is coming, and we're going to have to find a place to hide. ”

Han Chuang frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

The Desert Wolf smiled, and there was a bit of ridicule in this smile: "Believe in the experience of a guy who has lived in the desert for ten years, unless you want to die, it's better to find a place to hide." ”

Han Chuang spread out his hand and said with a smile: "Listen to you." ”

Three days together was not enough for him to become friends with the Desert Wolf, but the relationship between the two was not as delicate as it was at the beginning, and it became much more normal, perhaps this is the natural gravitational pull between people, no matter what, the two of them will talk about some gossip or make some innocuous jokes.

Everything is going in a good direction, isn't it?

Han Chuang was a weak man on his back, and the wolf of the desert led the way, and the three of them quickly found a cave embedded in the rock wall, don't think that there is no cave in the desert, where there is a mountain, there must be a cave, it is hidden behind a piece of yellow sand, if you don't have more than five years of experience, it is difficult to find.

The three of them walked into the cave, and sure enough, the wind came, beating the deformed air scorched by the scorching sun, making a whirring sound, which at first glance sounded like the howling of evil spirits.

The man looked a little timid, curled up and hid in the corner of the cave. Or you can't judge his courage by a simple action, or maybe it's just a natural reaction in the face of danger, but his lips are blue and his body is trembling.

The Desert Wolf didn't even look at him, he had seen a lot of such people, and he couldn't see them, while Han Chuang patted the man's shoulder somewhat humanely and said with a smile: "Don't worry, we're safe." ”

"Not necessarily!"

It was the Desert Wolf, who looked very, very serious, with a gloomy expression that was almost dripping.

"It's a tornado. He said calmly.

Tornado!

Han Chuang was shocked in his heart, a tornado was not something that was easy. If it happens on water, it's called a waterspout, and if it happens in the desert, it's called a dirtspout, and the rolling yellow sand will turn the entire swirling storm yellow. These yellow sands are as sharp as deadly knives.

"You know it's a tornado just by hearing it?" Han Chuang was obviously a little suspicious, or he didn't believe that such an unfortunate thing would happen to him.

The Desert Wolf smiled and said, "You can doubt my eyes, but don't doubt my ears, ten years have made me familiar with the most dangerous winds in the desert, and I know every wind sound." ”

Han Chuang nodded and said in a deep voice, "But we are in the cave, there shouldn't be any problems." ”

The Desert Wolf fell silent before sighing, "I'm afraid the cave won't be able to protect us." ”

He took a deep look at Han Chuang and said, "This cave has loose soil, and if it is attacked by a powerful tornado, it will easily collapse, I am afraid that we will not be swept up into the sky by the wind, but buried here alive." ”

At the mention of being buried alive, the man who laughed timidly cried out in panic: "Buried alive! No, I don't want to be buried alive!" and he didn't know where the strength came from, but he actually stood up and ran out of the cave.

Although his movements were sudden, the speed was not slow, but how could the speed that was not slow compare to Han Chuang's speed, Han Chuang pressed him against the wall, and said angrily: "Do you want to die?

The man's eyes were blank, and he only knew how to keep muttering: "Buried alive, buried alive." But his body gradually stopped struggling, and he seemed to have resigned himself to his fate.

"Whew!"

Han Chuang exhaled a breath of yellow sand, just as he was close to the entrance of the cave, there was a stream of air wrapped in yellow sand, and there was no room for negotiation to pour the yellow sand into his mouth, Han Chuang guessed that it was just a small piece of wind on the edge of a tornado, otherwise he might have died.

The Desert Wolf glanced at the man coldly, a pair of green eyes revealing a fierce light.

"If you want to die, I will not stop you. ”

I don't know if he was frightened, or what, the man only had to breathe heavily.

After a while, seeing that he had completely given up his intention to commit suicide, Han Chuang finally said to the Desert Wolf, "What now?"

"What to do?" said the Desert Wolf's eyes with a sneer, "what else can I do, unless you want to die faster, you can only stay in the cave." ”

Before he finished speaking, a hurricane carried the yellow sand and poured in through the mouth of the cave.

"Be careful!" Han Chuang shouted, his hands turned together to become two true qi, the palm wind was magnificent, shaking the yellow sand down, he dodged up, and pulled the man who was still immersed in the world of sadness and despair into the depths of the cave.

For this heroic act, the Desert Wolf did not praise it, but said in a mocking tone: "You still have the leisure to care about him, let him die if he wants to, this is just the beginning, it's better to save some true qi." ”

Han Chuang looked at the Desert Wolf, and suddenly laughed, although the man in front of him looked cold, but the position he was standing was between the entrance of the cave and them, as long as the yellow sand came, he would intercept it as soon as possible, this is a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person.

Few people like people who are hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, and Han Chuang is one.

"Good brother, if you don't die this time, I'll invite you to drink. ”

When Han Chuang tried to invite someone for a drink, it showed that he had already regarded this person as a friend, perhaps in the eyes of others, this way of making friends was a little sloppy, but for wine lovers, what could be more difficult to part with than fine wine?

The Desert Wolf obviously heard what Han Chuang meant, he was stunned for a moment, and said, "You invite me to drink?"

Han Chuang smiled: "Naturally, if you live, I will invite you to drink." ”

The Desert Wolf was silent, he lowered his head, his body was trembling, and after a long while, he finally calmed down, looked up at Han Chuang, and said coldly, "I'm afraid you can't afford it." ”

Han Chuang smiled, he knew that the Desert Wolf also recognized him, as for that damn mission, he had already been thrown out of the Nine Clouds, and after three days of contact, he understood that the Desert Wolf was by no means an extremely vicious person, and he might have his own special reason for joining the Evil Moon Sect.

Just like Nie Yuxin, that is an ambitious man, but he is not extremely vicious, and there is only one reason for him to join the Evil Moon Sect, to use the power of the Evil Moon Sect to find the Linglong Pagoda.

As soon as he thought of the Linglong Pagoda, Han Chuang's smile disappeared, and his face became gloomy.

At this moment, the voice of the Desert Wolf sounded in my ears: "You really can't afford it." ”

Han Chuang suddenly raised his head and said with a smile: "There is no wine that I can't afford to invite, even if it is the imperial wine in the palace, I can get it." ”

The Desert Wolf laughed, and suddenly said, "By the way, you're a swordsman?"

His tone, though confused, gave a sense of affirmation.

"That's right, I'm a swordsman. Han Chuang said.

"But what about your sword?" said the Desert Wolf, "I've never seen your sword." ”

This is a problem, swordsmen have their own swords, and no matter how down-and-out swordsmen are, they also have their own swords, it can not be like a sword, it can be a piece of bamboo, a piece of wood, a piece of pig iron that has not been cast, but they will definitely call it a sword.

But the Desert Wolf had never seen Han Chuang's sword, and he could clearly feel the sword aura that filled Han Chuang's body, but he had never seen his sword, as if it had never existed.

Han Chuang's eyes moved, and he smiled: "Do you want to see it?"

The Desert Wolf nodded, "It's not bad to see your sword before you die." ”

Han Chuang smiled and said, "We won't die, I've always had good luck." ”

The Desert Wolf laughed, "Perhaps, let me see your sword first." ”

Han Chuang took out his sword from the spatial jade pendant, a one-person-high, half-human-wide sword, made of a single piece of dark iron, and the whole body was dark and shiny.

"Divine soldier?" The Desert Wolf's eyes lit up, and a free smile spread across his face: "I'm afraid we won't die." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "Do you have a way?"

The Wolf of the Desert said, "It's not that I have the means, but you have the means." ”

Han Chuangshu shook his head with a smile and said, "But I only have a sword." ”

The Desert Wolf smiled, "It's enough for you to have a sword," he paused, looked at the sword in front of him that exuded a mighty temperament, and said, "Trust me, having you and your sword is enough to get them through it." ”

His tone was gentle, clean like the flute in the mouth of a herdsman outside the Saiwai.