The morning sun on the desert rose again, like a blood-red disk, rising in the far east of the east.

A lonely little city, bathed in a red halo.

In the hard and desolate Gobi, it seems a little lonely, facing the vastness outside, she is like a shy girl hiding behind the door of her house, peeking into the distance from time to time, looking at the outside world, but she doesn't know that the outside world is also observing her.

Life in the small town seems to be very lazy, like the Gobi outside the city, with little life, and even when the light is getting clearer, there is still no human activity on the streets. Even some shops that seem to be welcoming customers have their doors and windows closed.

And in such a desolation, in the light with their backs to the morning sun, the two of them slowly walked in.

The front one is a Moboyi wearing wide robe sleeves, and the back one is naturally a sparse bamboo.

The two walked one after the other, silently, unhurriedly, walking through the cold streets.

Feng Shuzhu looked left and right, and his body felt a chill, and the weather seemed to be much colder suddenly.

On the side of the street, there seemed to be a thin layer of frost at the foot of the dilapidated mud wall, where the sun could not shine.

Under the shadows, there will always be some differences.

Feng Shuzhu thought so, and unconsciously, he had followed Moboyi to the end of the street, which was also the end of the small city, and if he walked forward a distance, he would walk out of the small city.

Moboyi didn't stop in front of him, and continued to walk step by step.

Feng Shuzhu seemed to slow down slightly, he looked at the back of the woman in front of him, lowered his gaze slightly, and looked at the street below, where it was already the end, and then went out, it was the Gobi, and there was no way to find it.

After they stepped on the Gobi and walked out of the small city, on the street behind them, some shop doors were opened from the inside, and some people poked their heads out of it, looking in the direction where the two were going, as if they knew something in advance, as if they were deliberately avoiding the two of them.

When the backs of the two disappeared into the distant sand mouth outside the small city, the people in the small town suddenly increased, and they seemed to pour out at once, almost crowding the only street, but everyone seemed to be careful and alert, in addition to looking in the direction where the two were going, but also looking around from time to time.

An air of caution, caution and fear pervades the town, and it pervades the town in the early morning. I don't know who it was, but I accidentally dropped the wooden stick supporting the window on the second floor to the ground, making a loud sound. The people who had originally come through the door instantly hugged their heads and fled back into the house, closing the doors and windows as quickly as possible.

The lively street was cold again for a while, and only a short wooden stick was left lying in the middle of the road.

Outside the small city, with the morning sun on his back, Feng Shuzhu and Mobo Yiyi were still one in front of the other, with a distance of less than two steps away, slowly walking forward, towards the endless desert that was level with the sky and clouds.

There is no life around, and there is no life in the distance. The foot of the former is desolate, and the foot of the latter is still desolate, as if they were stepping on death and going to death.

The wind is sparse and the bamboo is as smooth as water, his pace is very steady, he seems to be trying his best to preserve his strength and reduce consumption, which is what a person who really wants to go to the big war should do.

But the Moboyi in front of her was very different, after leaving the town, her walking posture was shaky, she actually carried a long-spouted wine jug in her hand, and her face was full of joyful smiles, she raised her other hand, and spread her hair loosely, casually scattered behind her head, and put it on her shoulder, letting it fly with the breeze.

In contrast, she is more like a drunken madman, and she seems to take the battle of life and death that she will face very lightly.

Feng Shuzhu saw everything in his eyes, but turned a blind eye to it. It feels like he has entered a state of selflessness and no-otherness, and in his heart, there may only be a duel left for him.

Suddenly, Moboyi stopped in front of her, she opened her arms, spun around happily, and said to Feng Shuzhu with a smile: "Why, why are you so dull? No one here is looking at us anymore, why don't you still have a trace of happiness?"

Feng Shuzhu slowed down, still keeping a distance of two steps from her, looking at her beautiful and moving face, he forced a smile, but did not speak.

Moboyi stepped back and walked backwards, playfully stretched out a finger, nodded at Feng Shuzhu's figure, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's too reluctant." After speaking, he raised his hand, pointed into the distance, and said: "Look, how beautiful the morning sun is, does it rise from your hometown?"

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he stopped, turned his head, and looked back at the east, at the end of the distant desert, on the other side of the desert, it was indeed his hometown.

Mo Boyi walked over softly and leaned closer to Feng Shuzhu, but his eyes were still fixed on the rising sun, and after a moment, he whispered, "Perhaps, this is the last time I will see the morning sun." ”

Hearing this, Feng Shuzhu frowned slightly, looked at the beautiful woman beside him slightly.

Moboyi lifted the flask heroically, raised his face, and took a long sip of wine. Xu was using too much force, and some of the wine flowed out, wetting her cheeks and sideburns, and a few locks of hair on her forehead were clinging to her skin. She put down the flask, raised her sleeve and dipped the wine on her cheek, and looked at Feng Shuzhu with a pair of bright eyes.

Feng Shuzhu and Mo Boyi looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and gently pulled the few locks of hair on her forehead to the side, but still did not speak.

Mo Boyi looked at him affectionately, and when he finished everything, Fang said softly: "When I was a child, it was Master who accompanied me to watch the rising sun, and after today, I am afraid that it will be goodbye, and with you to accompany me to watch the sunrise, I have no regrets in this life." ”

Feng Shuzhu was a little moved, the hand that wanted to withdraw stopped, and his lips trembled slightly. At this moment, he should have taken Moboyi into his arms, maybe he wanted to do it, but in the end, he still didn't do it.

Moboyi stared at him, at the man beside her, and after a moment she seemed to read everything. She shook off a green thread, spun around, and dodged to one side. She seemed to understand the contradictory thoughts in Feng Shuzhu's heart, and maybe she didn't want to embarrass him even more.

Stubborn, refusing to admit defeat, not needing pity, the character cultivated since childhood, is still at this time today.

On the barren desert, in front of the wind and bamboo, she is like a gorgeous flower, blooming, laughing, and spinning, and he can only be a person who appreciates flowers, or a bystander, a passerby.

And in her gaze, in her heart, the man beside her had become a little blurred. She saw that the desert was spinning, and so were the white clouds in the sky. So she spun faster and faster, and turned more and more rapidly, until finally she turned into a cloud of light and shadow, which moved the surrounding sand particles into a swirl and gradually detached from the ground.

It was as if she had lost herself, dancing in the air, she was still spinning selflessly, and finally she turned into a gust of wind, a gust of wind that seemed to be ethereal, floating with carefree white clouds, blending into the dazzling sunlight.

Feng Shuzhu has been silent, just quietly accompanying her, following her into the wind and into light.

And she is so familiar with the desert.

When Moboyi stopped, it was like a dance that came to an abrupt end at the end.

Feng Shuzhu, who followed closely behind him, calmed down, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that they were already under a red peak.

Feng Shuzhu already knew that they were where they were going. Although the red peak in front of him was not high, it was full of clouds, and it was impossible to see anything with the naked eye alone.

Feng Shuzhu secretly used his mana, and when he checked it carefully, he saw that there was a faint cold light flickering in the magic cloud, as if there were still some figures flying around.

Moboyi raised his head, looked at the red peak, and whispered, "I didn't expect them to come so quickly. ”

Feng Shuzhu took a step forward, came behind her, and said softly: "This cloud is full of mana, it should be a crisis. ”

Mo Boyi glanced at the Fayun on the top of the peak, and said with disdain at the corner of his mouth: "The small skill of carving insects is just a trick to cover the eyes, I grew up in the Holy Sect, and I know these things well." ”

Feng Shuzhu nodded, and said, "Are we going to go up directly?"

Moboyyi looked at the top of the mountain again, but said lightly: "You have to wait and see how patient they are." From the tone of her voice, she seemed to be very happy to treat this duel as a game, and she liked it very much.

Just as the two were talking, suddenly, a terrifying cry came from the Fayun at the top of the peak.

"Wow Wow Wow ......"

The two of them were shocked, and when they looked up at the same time, they saw a black cloud flying out of the magic cloud, but the black cloud only flew forward for a short distance before it scattered and turned into dense black spots like raindrops, which shrouded the two of them from the air towards the place where they were standing.

Mo Boyi saw it in his eyes, pursed his lips, and did not dodge, but waved his hand, and a white light flashed from the back of his head, brushing the ground, brushing towards the black spots formed by the black clouds.

The black dots also seemed to be very weak, and as soon as they deviated, they flew to the side, and then "crackled" like raindrops, and fell one after another.

Feng Shuzhu looked sideways, and saw that those black spots turned out to be dead crows, tens of thousands of them in size, and the size was much larger than what he saw in the Central Plains, and it seemed that he had died the moment he flew out of Fayun.

Moboyi glanced at him, disappreciative, and whispered, "They are demonstrating." ”

Feng Shuzhu retracted his gaze, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he looked at Fayun at the top of the peak, but he still didn't speak.

Mo Boyi suddenly turned his head, looked at Feng Shuzhu, and said in a low voice: "You wait here, I'll go up and take a look first." ”

Feng Shuzhu looked at her, looked at her, and said softly, "I'll go with you." ”

Moboyi also looked into his eyes and asked, "You really don't regret it?"