Want water?

This sentence, in the desert, is simply a heavenly existence.

The sloppy man and woman looked at Ye Jiujiu with burning eyes all at once...... The two of them thought at the same time that she had a lot of water, enough to share some of it to do good deeds.

Dividing water in the desert, this kind of behavior, is either a madman or a fool.

Ye Jiujiu saw the eyes of the two people, smiled, and pointed to the sunken sand pit: "If you want water, just dig it yourself, of course, the premise is that our luck is not bad." ”

"Here?" The two people who came to their senses looked at the sunken sand pit and exclaimed incredulously, "How can there be water here?" There wasn't even a single green grass here. ”

In the desert, if you see green or yellow grass, people who walk in the desert and lack water will hold on to one in ten thousand hopes, and keep digging down the grass in the hope of finding a water source.

But the place that Ye Jiujiu refers to, not to mention the green, or withered yellow grass, here, there is clearly not even a single grass.

Where there is no grass, how can there be a water source?

Even if you dig down, you won't be able to dig up water!

Ye Jiujiu knew that the two of them didn't believe it, but if she was alone, it would be very difficult to dig up a water source, not to mention, whether there was a water source or not, it was not certain.

"The fish you just ate are called desert fish, since you said they are in this place, it means that, at least, in the past, there was at least a swamp in this place, and if we dig down from this place, maybe, we can dig water." Ye Jiujiu explained briefly.

In the middle of such a desert, it is not wise to say too much.

"Desert fish? How can there be fish in the desert? The woman exclaimed.

"Very little, almost extinct, so, you can find out, it's a very lucky thing." Ye Jiujiu said, and then, straightened his face and said, "Do you dig or not?" ”

"Dig." The woman said without hesitation.

The sloppy man also nodded, in this situation, digging down, maybe you can really dig up the water source, but if you don't dig it, you will probably have to accept the end of being thirsty to death.

Since yesterday, he has not dripped, and now, his throat is about to smoke, and if this continues, the task has not been completed, but people are going to die here.

The three men walked to the sunken sand pit, each took out his weapon and began to dig down.

The weapon the woman took out was a short knife like a crescent, and with the scabbard on it, she began to dig a pit.

And what the man took out turned out was a fan, an iron fan, half-unfolded, and the digging pit was extremely fast.

Ye Jiujiu took out the scabbard of a short sword, this was a sword given to her by Feng Mojiang before leaving, the ice blue sword body, so that Ye Jiujiu suddenly thought of Feng Mojiang's blue eyes as cold as ice and snow, which were thrillingly beautiful and dangerous.

Ye Jiujiu gave the short sword a name, called the 'Ice and Snow Sword'.

Ice and snow, Ye Jiujiu was naturally reluctant to take it out to dig a pit, so he took the scabbard of ice and snow out to dig a pit.

The three of them kept digging the pit with all their might, full of hope, until all three of them were already standing in the pit, and there was still no feeling of dampness in this pit.

I can't help but feel some disappointment, more despair.

If there had never been hope, the feeling of despair would not have been so obvious.