Sand Mountain, as the name suggests, this is a mountain that is completely made of sand, those sand grains are like sticking to one by one, even if they are cut with a knife, they may not be able to separate, the peaks that stretch for thousands of miles are composed of sand crystals, and the peaks that shine under the scorching sun from a distance are like a huge masonry standing on the land of China

According to the agreement, today is the third day, that is, the time when Wang Mo promised to open the ancient tomb, all the sects and factions in China, the family families, and the imperial court institutions have all come to the sand with their friends and relatives to wait, and even more people came to the sand immediately when they learned the news, and all the food and sleep were solved on the mountain

Now it is close to noon, under the destruction of the scorching sun, everyone can't help but secretly curse Wang Mogui's son, not far away in a green forest, the trees are full of people, some lean under the stump to close their eyes to recuperate, some lie on the branches to sleep, some lie on the branches and some lie on the leaves, some people are not satisfied and put a thin rope on the two trees to lie on it, some people lie on the rope, some people put the handle of the knife on the ground and lie on the tip of the knife.

Some people sleep on the tip of a knife, and some people lie on the spider webs that have just been formed, which can be described as one by one, and it also adds a touch of entertainment to this boring wait.

Of course, those family sects can't be like these Jianghu stragglers, they have the best tents, the most sweet and sour plum soup, and more human fans, at this time Wang Xiang is enjoying the best chilled Yali soup.

Half lying on his beloved Taishi chair, someone behind him pinched his shoulder and fanned himself, and someone in front of him ate for himself, if it weren't for the prestige of his grandson here, how could the first martial artist give up this cool and spacious place to himself!

Just as Wang Xiang was enjoying himself, a young man in his early twenties on the side glanced at Wang Xiang, who was closing his eyes and recuperating, and gently put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and asked: "Grandpa, it's almost noon now, Cousin Wang Mo hasn't come yet, and all the heroes are now complaining, do you want to inform Cousin Wang Mo to let him come early?"

After finishing speaking, the people sitting around him said one after another: "Yes, I hope that the head of the family will inform the second master" "Yes! It's already noon."

Gently opened his slightly closed eyes, Wang Xiang sat up slightly with the support of his entourage, surrounded by many elders and grandchildren, Wang Xiang said lightly: "The second master has not arrived yet, naturally he has his reasons, don't be anxious, just let them wait!

In fact, Wang Xiang also had some opinions on Wang Mo's delay in appearing, but now his grandson is no longer the grandson of a few years ago, and his own words have long been regarded as a deaf ear, not to mention informing him, he doesn't even know where he is now, so how can he inform him.

Picking up the dishes and chopsticks, Wang Xiang's depressed mood at this time was no less than that of the warriors who were exposed to the scorching sun outside, and waiting was always a thing that made people crazy

At this time, Wang Mo was smiling, his eyes were a little confused looking at the bald Yong group, the cold face in the past was now wearing a childlike smile, the slight flush on his face and the hundreds of empty wine bottles under his feet could prove that several people had drunk a lot

"Brother of Xiaomo Sect" slightly pushed the bald Yong, who was already asleep, Wang Mo patted his tongue a little helplessly, and Li Dali, who spoke incoherently, was even more bitten and kissed by him.

"Dali, what's wrong with you kid? It's only a few bottles! I'm going to drink you like this grandson, it's a shame! Hahahaha."

Glancing at Yang Jiang, who was not weaker than himself, Li Dali muttered with his tongue wide open: "your uncle, Lao Tzu didn't drink too much" After speaking, he stuck his head in Wang Mo's arms and fell asleep.

Looking at Li Dali, who looked like an ostrich, Yang Jiang grinned, and fell asleep with his head raised after a while

Looking at the people who fell and slept on the ground one after another, Wang Mo's somewhat ruddy face gradually returned to normal, the reason why he drugged the last bottle of wine was nothing more than to prevent everyone from going to the ancient tomb, although they didn't say it, but they understood that even if the ancient tomb was a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, they would still stand in front of them, but this time let me bear it alone!

One by one, he carried them to the wide sofa, gently covered them with blankets, picked up a broom and swept the dirty floor, until everything was cleaned, Wang Mo walked slowly towards the door with light steps.

At the moment when he opened the door, Wang Mo suddenly stopped his right hand hanging in the air, slowly turned his head, and quietly looked at the sleeping people on the sofa, Ye Yue, who is usually noisy, is now so quiet and lovely, they are usually five big and three thick, but now they are as cute as sleeping children, Wang Mo knows in his heart that he will not see them soon, and he will lose them

Blinking his reddish eyes, Wang Mo gently opened the door, walked out gently, and closed the door gently, everything was so light, as if he was afraid of a sleeping child.

The back that is gradually moving away seems to be so vicissitudes, and it seems to be so unswerving

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