The next day, the sun rose from the east, and it was another sunny day in Luofeng City, at this moment, several young people stood in front of the city gate, but their faces were somewhat sad.

Bai Sanxiao took a step forward, although his face was still the habitual smile, but he was a little more sincere and reluctant.

"Do you really want to leave? My father instructed before the retreat that after you breathe for a while, I will let you join the City Lord's Mansion, you can practice all soul skills, and all resources will be open to you. ”

With no long things, Wu Feng changed into a black suit, with a burden on his back, except for a few changes of clothes and the necessary coils, only the black blade remained, understanding Bai Sanxiao's intention to stay, he clasped his fists with both hands and saluted slightly.

"Thank you for me, city lord, I still want to see what the outside world is like, I will return in a year, and if everyone doesn't dislike it, the Battle of the Hundred Cities will count me as one." ”

Bai San smiled and nodded, and said no more.

"Hey, boy, you're going to talk the talk, don't let us pigeons go. The fist lightly hammered Wu Feng's chest, Zhou Hai stepped forward and smiled, saying that it was a bear hug.

Although Zhou Hai looks clear-eyed, he is also like Wang Hong, with a heroic heart. Wu Feng patted Zhou Hai on the back.

"Don't worry. ”

Zhou Hai let go of his embrace, looked at Wu Feng, and pursed his mouth, but Wang Hong squeezed him over with one step.

"Why are you a big man like a girl, and you're still crying!" Looking at Zhou Hai with flushed eyes, Wang Hong drank lightly angrily, and then looked like Wu Feng, his nose was sore, and he hugged him with a bear hug, "Third brother, take good care, come back when you are tired and tired, second brother is waiting for you." ”

After being hugged twice in a row, Wu Feng was speechless for a while, but he couldn't refute Zhou Hai and Wang Hong's mood, so he could only endure goosebumps.

"Hey, you're enough, and you still say that Zhou Hai!"

With a little playfulness in her cold tone, Leng Lan'er pulled Wang Hong away, and almost laughed out loud when she saw the latter with a handful of snot and tears.

"It's a shame. Yang Lei stood in place, glanced at Wang Hong out of the corner of his eye, and said with disdain.

wiped his face with his big hand, and Wang Hong immediately came to his senses, "Little swordman, you have itchy skin again, aren't you?"

After the last disaster, although the two still quarrel when they meet, there is no longer incompatible hostility, and quarreling has become their unique way of communication.

The corners of his eyes turned white, Yang Lei walked past Wang Hong, and looked at Wu Feng with a somewhat complicated look, "It turns out that you are more worthy of having albino scales." ”

After that, Yang Lei turned around and left, just took a step and turned his head halfway, "On the way, be careful." ”

Looking at Yang Lei's back, Wu Feng smiled knowingly, and then looked up at the sky, the sun had completely risen.

"Everyone, stay here, it's not life and death, we'll see you in a year. ”

Wu Feng arched his hands, bent his waist deeply, and gave a salute, and the eyes of the people who saw it were also a little reluctant, but in the end it turned into a firm color, and the next second he turned around and got on the horse, the soft whip was thrown out, and the horse galloped wildly.

Everyone didn't leave immediately, until the person and horse completely disappeared on the horizon, at this time, the smile on Leng Lan'er's face was completely solidified, and Bai Sanxiao walked to her side, and the voice was so small that only the two of them could hear it.

"He is my brother-in-law, I agree. ”

Leng Lan'er was slightly stunned, then turned her face sideways and looked up, said something that surprised everyone, and walked towards the city alone.

"You agree to a fart!"

......

According to the route provided by Wang Hong, Wu Feng did not stop riding his horse along the way except for the necessary rest.

Two months later, a tall boy walked in the desert, his black hair was as messy as grass, and his clothes had not been changed for a long time, and there were patches of alkali left by sweat.

The midday sun was a little scorching, and the boy raised his head and squinted at it with his hand in front of his forehead.

With a dry shake in his throat, the boy withdrew his gaze and untied the kettle at his waist.

The plug was pulled out, and the boy raised his head with his eyes closed, and held the kettle upside down on his wide open mouth, but unfortunately, not a drop of water fell.

Licked his flaky lips, but there was no moisture except for the wind and sand of grinding his teeth. The boy had been walking for nearly two months, at first with a horse and then dead, and the last time he drank water was three or four days ago.

His head began to ache, a symptom of a severe lack of water, and the boy threw away the kettle weakly, and walked towards a cluster of abrupt bushes, and then lay down his whole body next to the bushes, and the mottled shadow finally made him feel a little better.

"What the hell is this place?"

The young man could only curse in his heart, because he was speechless, and his tired eyes looked around, except for the sand.

"According to what the second brother said, I should be in White Tiger City soon!"

His throat was dry enough to catch up with a spark, and the boy struggled to sit up, trying to see farther, but in the end he could only look at the bushes beside him.

There was a crisp click, and the boy broke off a branch, wanting to chew on the meager moisture in the branch, but found that it was drier than dry firewood.

A hoarse cry came from his parched throat, and the sluggish boy suddenly came to his senses, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and his hands turned into shovels and began to gouge at the roots of the bushes.

He's crazy, he's thirsty!

The boy was digging frantically, gasping for breath, and there was not a trace of sweat oozing from such exertion, and his already dry throat seemed to be about to crack, like a dry riverbed.

As soon as the sand at the base of the bush was removed, the surrounding sand would fill in, and after a few minutes, the boy finally stopped his madness, shouted a desperate hoarseness and collapsed.

Shortly after the boy fainted, a camel bell sounded from a distance.

A small group of more than a dozen camels walked slowly and leisurely through the desert, and when they approached the abrupt bushes, the camels leading the way suddenly stopped.

Four men jumped off, the leader of whom should have been younger than he looked, but because of the years of walking in the wind and sand, some vicissitudes of life were rough, and after making sure that it was a person lying under the bushes, he took the lead and trotted over.

Placing his index finger under the boy's nose, the man at the head looked happy.

"Bring it on. ”

"Yes. ”

With that, the leader jumped on the camel and continued on his way, while the remaining three men carried the boy onto a camel and followed.

The camel bell rang again, and all but the four had the 'corpses' of teenagers on the camels.

......

On the edge of the desert, a small two-story adobe building sits quietly in the setting sun, and on the mast in front of the door, a worn flag flutters in the wind and sand, and when the camel bell stops here, a dozen people in plain clothes but with extraordinary breath rush out.

"Quick, shopkeeper, they're back!"

"Quick, quick!"

The dozen or so people soon gathered around the camel leading the way, and the middle-aged man sitting on it thought that he was the shopkeeper in their mouths.

The shopkeeper nodded, tired from the long journey, jumped off, handed the reins to one of the fellows, and then beat the dust off his body a few times, and walked into the house.

"There are thirteen of them in total, and the dead ones are buried, and the ones with a breath of air are quickly carried to the back room to feed the water. ”

"Yes, shopkeeper. ”

The guy smiled and nodded, and then led everyone to move a dozen 'corpses' off the camel's back one by one, and when they found that the 'corpse' was still breathing, the corners of everyone's mouths would rise up, but their eyes were a little weird.

Six were dead on the road, seven had a breath left, the dead were piled together, and the living were lined up like hospital beds.

"Quick, carry these seven in. The butler twisted his waist and stretched his body vigorously, and seemed to be tired enough, and then hurriedly commanded.

"Little third brother, what should I do with these six?"

Hearing the question of the person next to him, the steward immediately scolded.

"You stuffed donkey hair in your ears? didn't you hear the shopkeeper say that it was buried?"

The reprimanded man laughed repeatedly, and then took another small step forward.

"Little third brother, I didn't mean that, it's not that I don't know how recently, the number of guests has suddenly increased, and our supply is in short supply!"

The little third brother frowned, and after a moment, he hurriedly waved his hand.

"Quick, bring it all in!"

"Okay!"

......

Poof! A basin of water splashed, and Wu Feng woke up suddenly.

His head didn't hurt anymore, and his throat didn't feel chapped anymore, Wu Feng hurriedly looked in front of him.

There are a few oily knives stuck vertically on the long meat table, and on the wall behind the meat case hangs a pile of iron tools, with claws, hooks, hammers, and axes, like a butcher's slaughtering place, but there is no bloody smell in the dimly lit room, but there is a rich fragrance of green onions and barbecued meat.

With a bang, the basin fell to the ground, and Wu Feng found that there was a lean man standing in front of him on the left, and when he saw Wu Feng wake up, a smile also appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, but this smile was very weird, not at all like the joy after saving people.

Anyway, he seemed to be saved, Wu Feng smiled slightly, and bowed his hand, however, he wanted to thank him for the grace of rescue, but he found that his arms couldn't move at all, and he looked down and saw that he was tied to a wooden stake with five flowers.

Wu Feng finally realized the meaning of the sly smile on the corner of the thin man's mouth, where was he saved, he was simply arrested as an animal.

After struggling a little and trying the tightness of the rope, Wu Feng's hanging heart fell, because although the rope was bound and strong, it was not difficult to break free.

"Looks like you've entered a black shop. ”

Wu Feng secretly calmed, and became more down-to-earth when he felt the breath of the lean man who only had a five-star soul warrior, and then looked left and right, it turned out that there were six people tied with him, but none of them woke up.

"Awake?"

"Yes!"

"Well, it's good to wake up, which knife do you choose?" said the lean man as he walked over to the meat case, brushing his fingers over the row of oily knives one by one, and finally stopped at the back one, and pulled it out violently, "This is good, I just sharpened it, and I guarantee that you will die crisp and crisp, without any pain." ”

Seeing the lean man walking over with a knife, the corners of Wu Feng's mouth raised a sneer without a trace, the hands tied behind him slowly clenched, and the soul power in his body began to surge secretly as the soul pill gradually became active, as long as the former took another step forward, Wu Feng promised that he would die simply and without any pain.