Weng Ran was reluctant to accept the expected refusal, thought about it for a while, and spoke again, "Uncle Shi, then I will take him to a slightly farther place, it will not be too far, and it will definitely not cause you trouble, can you see it?"

Her attitude is sincere, Tian Sisi is not unable to understand her, she is the closest person, and she doesn't want the other party to know that she is not good, especially young people, there is always a secret competition under the same spirit, and this blow is actually fatal for a person.

Thinking of this, Tian Sisi felt a pain in her heart, and couldn't help but think of her apprentice, "Okay, remember, don't get too far away." ”

"Uncle Shi rest assured. ”

Weng Ran said goodbye to Tian Sisi and walked in the yellow sand with Yu on her back, but she remembered in her mind that in those days when she lived with Hua'er, she also tried her best like Yu, and she was scarred, but she didn't want Hua'er to know, for her own pride and for Hua'er's peace of mind.

And she also understands why A-Niang, who once stood in that position to take care of her and Hua'er, is tired under that gentle smile.

She felt that Yu should be the same as her, although she didn't know if it was self-inflicted.

At this time, she stood behind a sand dune and looked at Tian Sisi, it was not too far, but the sand dunes could cover her body, so she stopped here, and Tian Sisi not far away also withdrew her gaze.

The sand where the sun had set gradually became cold, and there was no star in the sky, and it was pitch black.

Weng Ran didn't try how to get out of here, she couldn't throw the feather down.

Sitting cross-legged beside him, the night buried the two of them, the sound of the wind swallowing up their breath as if they didn't exist at all, and after closing their eyes, their hearing became more sensitive.

At first, I didn't care about the sound of the wind in my ears, but as time passed, Weng Ran's ears suddenly moved, and he turned his head slightly, and the sound of the wind blew by, intermittently strong and weak, and he actually heard the human voice after listening carefully and distinguishing it with his heart.

The voice was like a ghostly ghost, which made people creepy, but Weng Ran was not afraid, she listened to the voice and said, "My Langjun~ Why haven't you come back, why haven't you come back~ I'm waiting so hard~ I'm waiting so hard~ Woo woo woo~"

The crying was even more poignant, but after crying for a while, he began to repeat the previous words again, and after listening to it five times, Weng Ran was just about to open his eyes, when he heard the voice say in surprise: "Found it! My Langjun, you are finally back!"

Weng Ran, who had not yet opened his eyes, subconsciously reached out to grab the feather beside him, only to feel a huge suction, the sound of quicksand continued, and what Weng Ran saw when he opened his eyes was that half of Yu's body was submerged in the yellow sand.

"Sure enough, it was this husband who was found!"

Weng Ran thought to himself, and pulled Yu up with his hand, only pulling Yu's body out a little, and then he was buried and smashed back by the falling quicksand, just like that, Yu was only left with his right hand being dragged by Weng Ran, and all other places had fallen in.

Weng Ran waved his palm and slapped it towards the bottom of the sand, his spiritual power entered the mud and sand, and there was no news and no response.

Seeing that Weng Ran had already been dragged and leaned over half of his body, Qiluo got his hands on it and plunged into the sand, and saw the fine sand passing through both sides, and kept sliding into the sand pit.

The situation was critical, Weng Ran's arm holding Yu began to creak, her heart was ruthless, Qiluo went down, and inserted it very deeply, leaving only the delicate hilt of the sword and the streamers in piles.

Weng Ran raised his foot and hooked it on the hilt of the sword, wrapped it, and controlled himself, and the quicksand began to boil.

Her hand holding the sword has been released, her body has become a flying swallow, her two hands are holding the feather together, the spiritual power bursts out, a low cry, the green tendons on the back of her hands are bulging, and her sleeves are full of spiritual power.

Finally dragged Yu out of the sand pit halfway, Weng Ran didn't dare to be complacent, and was about to turn around, using his strength to throw Yu out of the sand pit.

The feet suddenly collapsed, and the body fell uncontrollably, Weng Ran glared, hooked the foot of the sword hilt and stomped the sand, Qiluo flew out, flew straight towards her, and got into the sand pit.

In the sand, Yu was sucked away by a suction force in front of him, and then Weng Ran's hand was wrapped around his arm at some point, like a snake, and it was sucked away along with it, and Qiluo followed him like a shadow.

The sand was unexpectedly soft, so fast, that it didn't produce the slightest pain.

At this time, Yu came to his senses, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was filled with fine sand, so that he had to close his eyes, and he felt the suction, and he also felt the hands on his arms.

It was difficult to move his fingers twice, but he was never able to touch the other party and confirm the identity of the other party.

I don't know how long it took, but the two of them finally stopped, and the rustling sound disappeared.

"Horn signs?" Yu opened his eyes as he asked, but his eyes hurt from the yellow sand thorns that had entered his eyes before, and he couldn't open his eyes.

"I'm Weng Ran, the one who saved you two before. Weng Ran walked to his side as he spoke, blocked half of his body behind him, re-grasped Qiluo, and looked at it, this is a sand cave, not big, full of sand, nothing else, there is a sand sculpture in the sand, it is a graceful woman, but this woman has a sad face.

"Horn signs?"

Yu was a little confused about the situation for a while, he was obviously with Jiao Zheng, buried in the mouth of the white mouse, he thought, his eyelids moved a few more times, but he could not open his eyes.

"He's fine, he was rescued by Lord Tian Feng of Wuge, and the poison on his body has been resolved. ”

"Then why isn't he with us?"

Weng Ran turned around a little annoyed, and looked at the person with his eyes closed, "Don't you care about your own situation?" Why don't you cherish yourself, your life is not your life!

"It's just that the sand is in the eye, and something is wrong. ”

For this answer, Weng Ran really wanted to laugh, smiled bitterly, looking at his several wounds stained with fine sand, he couldn't help but think of himself, he didn't care about himself like this!

But before she could elaborate, the gloomy voice sounded again, with a hint of doubt, "Huh~ How can there be two Langjun?"

Weng Ran raised his hand and grabbed Yu's arm, turned his head to look at the sand sculpture, and the sound was made by it.

Yu was obviously not very comfortable with this kind of physical contact, and after being stunned for a moment, he shook his hand and wanted to break away, but he made a move, but he did not succeed.

"Don't move. Weng Ran looked at the sand sculpture and felt that the face seemed to come to life.

Yu ignored her, just raised his arm again in confusion, and sent his spiritual power to his arm according to the past, but this action suddenly made his abdomen like a knife, but the pain was only temporary, and what was eternal was the fact that was revealed in front of him.

Yu stayed in place, more like a sculpture than the sand sculpture.

He clearly felt that he had no spiritual power in his body just now, but this was not the most terrifying, what was terrible was that he couldn't look at his own situation internally, and he could no longer feel the gentle spiritual power under the dantian.

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