Now that the peace talks have intentions, it is time for Kui Duoyou to return to China. If you go straight to the east, you can go straight to the northern boundary of the country after passing through a grassland with abundant water and grass, but it is the grassland of the Kui Rong Department, and it can't go. Then there was only one way left to return to the northwest, southeast through a desert. This desert is not small, and if all goes well, you will have to trek for at least two or three days to cross it.

Kui Duoyou's preparation was quite sufficient, he wrapped the hooves of the jujube red horse to prevent it from being injured by the hot sand, and filled a large leather bag full of water, and then marched towards the vast Gobi.

After walking for about half a day, it was early summer, the sun was blazing, and the whole desert was steaming, Kui Duoyou wiped the sweat on his forehead, took off the small water bag on his waist and was about to replenish some water. Suddenly, a rapid camel bell sounded in front of him, and Kui Duoyou looked up, and at some point a camel had flipped over from the other side of the sand dune, and had slowly paced in front of him.

The man on the camel was covered in a large black cloak, his face was covered with a black veil, and only his two eyes were exposed. Seeing that he was dressed strangely, Kui Duoyou couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The man stopped in front of Kui Duoyou, looked at him for a while, and suddenly asked, "But the guard envoy General Kui?" ”

I don't know where the accent is, and the words are extremely stiff. Kui Duoyou nodded and asked, "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

The man did not speak, but urged the camel forward. Kui Duoyou was secretly puzzled, and when he squinted, the man's cloak actually puffed up like a sail, and it seemed that he had stretched out his arms to face him. Kui Duoyou's heart moved, his body leaned back suddenly, leaned against the horse's back, and took off the big yellow bow that was on the saddle with his right hand.

Listening to the sound of "whoosh", a wolf's tooth arrow passed by his face, and it was only an inch away from shooting Kui Duoyou. When the man saw that he had missed the blow, he knew that he would not be able to do it, so he jumped off his camel and fled. Kui Duoyou was bending his bow and arrows, ready to wait for him to go a little farther before sending an arrow, but this man killed a horse pistol and pounced on Kui Duoyou's saddle. I only heard the sound of "whoosh", as if something had been cut, followed by the sound of "whoosh" water.

It's bad, Kui Duoyou secretly screamed that it was not good, it must be that the leather bag containing water was cut by him. The man took advantage of Kui Duoyou's distraction, turned around and fled. Kui Duoyou looked at the man's back coldly, stretched out the bowstring with his left hand, put the arrow on it, squinted his eyes, aimed it accurately, and as soon as his thumb was released------ not far away, the man shook a few times, and finally fell to the ground.

Kui Duoyou approached step by step, and the man remained motionless, as if he was dead. Kui Duoyou saw it clearly, just now an arrow hit the man's back, it was impossible to kill him immediately, he lay still, most likely to paralyze himself, in order to do the last fight, is to never dare to be careless.

When he got closer, the man was still silent. Kui Duoyou pressed the Tianyue Sword against his head, and with a hook of his right foot, he flipped his body over. The man had a dagger stuck in his chest, several inches deep into his left chest, and a pool of blood was dripping from the ground.

Kui Duoyou was more and more surprised, this person stabbed himself, but he couldn't do anything, first pierced the water bladder, and then immediately committed suicide, the means were ruthless, the actions were neat, and the plan was thorough, which was by no means something that could be done in a hurry, and must have been prepared quite properly in advance. Who is it that has such a deep hatred with himself that he will want to get rid of it as soon as possible?

He was silent for a long time, reached out and tore off the face towel on the man's face, and was stunned: the man had high cheekbones, an extremely wide nose, dark and rough skin, and a thick and curly beard------ and he actually looked like a Rongdi warrior. I thought: Could it be that the Immortal Prime Minister and the royal brother Batu sent to assassinate me, intending to prevent the peace talks? Or did the slave send someone to spy on my movements in the dark, waiting for an opportunity to do it? Even the subordinates of the Lone Bamboo Prince Tidor, who want to avenge the severed arm?

He thought about it, but he still had no clue, he simply didn't want to, the truth was not clear, and it was better to get out of the desert as soon as possible. He looked at the leather bag on the saddle, it was empty and shriveled, and couldn't help but lament: how can he get out of the pocket with only a small bag of water left on his waist? It seems that the real crisis has just begun!

Kui Duoyou threw down the saddle, untied the bridle, and patted the back of the red horse: "Horse, I know you can get out of the desert by yourself, don't die of thirst here with me!" Go back the way you came, I must go forward! ”

Jujube Red Horse is quite spiritual, without saying a word, spread his hooves and ran away, Kui Duoyou smiled bitterly, and felt quite uncomfortable: It's still an old man, so unattached to my master. Let it be!

There was not a single cloud in the blue sky of the desert hinterland, and the air was as hot as a flame. The desert changes from earthy yellow to golden in the light of the sun. The surface of the dunes is not smooth, and there are twists and turns of sand from top to bottom, like thousands of trickling streams flowing gently, so the rugged sand dunes add a bit of softness.

Still, the dunes in the scorching sun were amazingly hot, and a black thing crawled them. If a bold creature looks closer, it will be a human being. He carried a large sword on his back, and crawled forward with both hands digging through the sand.

Kui Duoyou has lost his way, and his extreme thirst causes him to hallucinate from time to time. Those dead retinues, relatives and friends constantly appear before him, bringing with them the call of the underworld. As he struggled to break free from the hallucinations, he fell into despair of not knowing when he would be able to climb out of the desert. In the past two days, he could only infer the passage of time from the senses of sunrise and sunset, and reasoned that he should be out of the desert soon, but because he was lost, he was not completely sure about it.

I don't know when I started to catch up with an old wolf from a distance behind him. The skeleton was the size of a donkey, and the hair on the scrawny body had fallen out. The old wolf's teeth were also loose, and he could no longer catch his prey, so he was abandoned by his own clan and driven out of the wolf pack. It gave up its dignity in order to survive, relying on its instinct to find food in the desert, and Kui Duoyou was its last hope. It followed him all the way, waiting for him to crawl and then pounce on him and bite him.

Every time Kui Duoyou climbed and rested, the old wolf stared excitedly, it was very cautious and did not dare to take risks, and to its disappointment, Kui Duoyou could crawl forward again every time, but his movements were getting slower and slower. This goes on and on, and the old wolf is almost to the point where he can't hold it anymore. As the sun goes down, the cold air envelops the desert. From the heat of the day to the coldness of the night, there are only these two crumbling beings struggling in the vast and boundless world.

After two days and two nights of dehydration, Kui Duoyou's skin began to peel off like shredded paper, his tongue was so swollen that he couldn't retract, and his hands were full of blood marks from the sand. If an ordinary person were in this situation of extreme water shortage, I am afraid that he would have died of shock long ago, and he can still live, all relying on his strong will to support. Whenever he was in despair, he pressed the brass scepter on his waist, and when he thought of the people of his homeland who were looking forward to this peace, he forced himself to continue to climb. Maybe it only takes a little more than an hour or two to get out of this desert of death.