Except for him and Situ Han, the food that everyone else prepared for themselves was very rich. The salted jerky with Nian Songyu looked mediocre and black, but when it was baked on the fire, it was fragrant, and it obviously added a lot of flavors. Cut it into two pieces and serve it with a fine white flour bun, and the adventure will have the taste of an outing.

He Chunhua mixed a bowl of oily noodle tea. Forced by the boiling water, the aroma of sesame seeds and peanuts wafts farther than the aroma of meat. He also added some cashew nuts and walnuts, and the grade was raised at once.

He Lingchuan has always felt that drinking this kind of thing is only enjoyable if you snore and inhale it, but Daddy eats elegantly and quietly.

When He Chunhua heard the words of the national teacher, he thought about it for a while, and his face changed: "Go to the wrong time? Wait, isn't he talking about the sand season? ”

"All the treasure hunt teams avoided the sand season and found nothing. Zhu Geng used all known methods and supernatural powers, but he was unable to detect the existence of the Great Square Pot. Therefore, he decided that this treasure was most likely properly hidden by Zhong Shengguang and even by the gods he worshipped, and that the prerequisites for finding it were to be met. Sun Fu said slowly, "Otherwise, the latecomers will be able to find it even if they rummage through every inch of the Panlong Ruins." ”

He Lingchuan's mouth was full of oil, and he ate deliciously, but he didn't delay his speech: "Zhong Shengguang resents the coalition forces, and of course he doesn't want them to get the Dafang pot. Is there a possibility that the big square pot was taken back by the gods and is not in the world. And all the strange things in the Panlong Desert are all resentful spirits, uh no, they are the work of heroic spirits. After all, the three corpse insects were born in the human body, and they are not a specialty of the generous pot. ”

He himself pursues the principle that no matter how bitter he is, he can't be bitter in his mouth, first pull a sauce goose leg and eat it, and then crunch and eat two slices of fragrant noodle pancakes.

The local noodles in Blackwater City are strong after cooking, and they are dried in hot air, which is actually a bit similar to his good companion instant noodles in another world. The locals cook the noodles and pour them on flour, fry them into cakes, and sprinkle them with chili spices, which is a high-quality dry food that is suitable for both home and out.

He Lingchuan asked for more meat and eggs at that time.

He cultivates martial arts, and the amount of food is much larger than that of others, and staple food and meat are indispensable for meals.

It's just a rice bucket, and the food looks vulgar. Nian Songyu glanced at him disdainfully: "The three corpse insects that even magicians can invade must be a specialty of the Dafang Pot." ”

From the moment people croaked to the ground, the three corpse insects were accompanied by the human body, and the more they grew up, the more they became demons, messing up their thoughts, breeding greed, and giving birth to evil thoughts. Therefore, it is actually also known as the "Three Corpse Gods", and it is definitely not as shallow as insects. If a person wants to practice and preach, the first level that he must pass is to wave the sword of wisdom and behead three corpses, in exchange for a clear heart and eyes.

Of course, this is the three corpse worms in his body.

The three corpse insects lurking in the Panlong Desert can be tricked even by a magician with a clean heart, and they can be outdoors for a long time, and they are not afraid of anything but the sun.

This enhanced version of the three corpse insects must have come out of the Dafang pot.

He Lingchuan sighed: "According to the idea of the national teacher, the Dafang pot will only appear in the wild sand season?" ”

"Very likely."

"Then we won't accompany you, you stay and play slowly." He Lingchuan got up as soon as he could, and walked out without looking back, "Dad, go home!" ”

Sand season? Are you kidding. There are thousands of ways to commit suicide, and he can't afford to make a special trip here!

The figure flashed in front of him, and Nian Songyu stood with his sword and blocked the ladder: "Go back and sit down, otherwise I will send you on the road now, and you don't have to wait until the wild sand season!" ”

"Huh?" He Lingchuan didn't laugh angrily, "So quickly, the bottoms are exposed?" He turned to his father and said, "Dad, these two just want to use us as cannon fodder, do you want to go or not?" ”

He Chunhua put down the half-drunk noodle tea and stood up: "The national teacher has completed his planning, and the victory is in his hands." Even without the help of Blackwater City, it seems that they can return with the treasure. ”

Nian Songyu's smile was hideous: "Do you think this is still Blackwater City?" It's easier to kill you than chickens! Without your father and son, the team of more than 200 people will be returned to me, who dares to object! ”

If the father and son of the He family die, of course, the person with the highest position will be in power. The team is still in their hands.

Zeng Feixiong had already stood up, and at this time, "Qiang" came out of the sheath with a half-knife: "Nian Du Wei is cautious!" We only support the county guard! ”

The guards guarding outside the building rushed to hear the sound and surrounded everyone.

In a few words, there is tension here.

He Lingchuan's eyes rolled. What would happen if they took the opportunity to tear their faces, would the other two dare to kill their father and son?

Nian Songyu is a fierce man, not to mention, can the more than 200 people under his command deal with Sun Guoshi?

Isn't it a good chance to kill them both?

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and the answer came to mind:

Dare, no, no.

It seems that their father and son can't get out of it all together, so they have to find another way.

"Young man, it's really hot." Sun Fuping threw down the cake and poured a few sips of water, "He Junshou, you have always been steady, why do you follow the kid?" If it is a certain death, will I be sent to death for thousands of miles? ”

Before He Junshou could speak, He Lingchuan had already answered: "You won't, you will only send us to death." ”

These two things, one old and one young, have bad intentions from beginning to end.

Nian Songyu squinted at him: "Do you still want to sit on the ground and start the price?" Isn't one time enough? ”

He looked at He Lingchuan, and the more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became; He Lingchuan looked at him, and the same was true.

Neither of them is hiding anymore.

"It's easy to say anything else, Master Guoshi, the wild sand is extinct everywhere, not to mention making fun, you shouldn't even have the idea of giving it a try!" He Chunhua coughed, "Besides, the drinking water we carry can only last another three to five days, not enough to drag on until the sand season comes." ”

He was trying to ease the atmosphere, and Sun Fuping was also very cooperative: "If we can start the wild sand season, I will be sure to take everyone out; If not, how about we'll return to Blackwater before the real sand season arrives? ”

"Start the Sand Season?" Situ Han, the leader of the sand bandits, couldn't help but interject, "Can this be opened in advance?" ”

And then send to death early?

He kept huddled in the corner, quietly finished nibbling a naan, and took out a few black-skinned scorpions to bake. He knew he wasn't qualified to speak, and everyone here was his boss.

But listen, why do you seem to be following the end of the road?

"Wait, please wait!" As soon as he thought about it, his face changed, "There are still people on the Red Cliff Road now, if the Wild Sand Season appears early, they will have to die!" ”

"There are only a few days left before the wild sand season, and everyone knows that they shouldn't grab the last copper plate." Nian Songyu didn't care, "Besides, the wild sand season in previous years is not specific to a certain day and moment of a certain month." He Junshou, no matter what year there are casualties on this road? ”