Belltron was crazy to dig at the sand on the ground, trying to clean up the cave, how could this be? The sand was fluid, and no matter how much she dug it, the sand would come back together and sink back.

Even if it wasn't, how could she clean up the thousand-meter-deep stone cave alone?

Tears and sweat were intertwined, flowing down one by one, dripping onto the sand, and soon being steamed dry again.

She stubbornly continued to work hard, but it was not completely without effect, her ten nails were worn out, and the blood flowing from her fingertips had become the most obvious effect?

Ten fingers connected to the heart, pain into the bone marrow, but the physical pain is far less than the pain in her soul.

She would rather her hand hurt 10,000 times more than this, and she would have been well with Dugu Yan.

How she longed it was a dream, and when she woke up, he was quietly by his bedside. Or, she was digging and digging, Dugu Yan suddenly appeared behind her, patted her shoulder lightly with his hand, and praised her.

But dreams are dreams after all, reality is reality after all, how can reality and dreams be mixed?

She knew that all this would not come to fruition, but she still couldn't let it go. Suddenly, a centipede emerged from the sand and bit down on her fingertips, stopping her movement with a single stroke. This came much faster than Duan Wenheng's dissuasion, and the effect was remarkable.

Duan Wenheng, who was beside her, almost wanted to laugh, but in the face of this situation, how could he laugh.

He gently soothed her wounds, trying to use internal force to force the poison out, but the toxin of this centipede was a bit special, mixed in the blood like mucus, Duan Wenheng tried his best, tired and sweaty, but he still couldn't force it out.

In fact, the toxin of this centipede is not so difficult, but he is used to killing people, although he is quite skilled in the use of true qi, but he does not know anything about the method of saving people. If it is replaced by Dugu Yan, it may be able to force the centipede poison out.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

If you can mix the "three evils" on the rivers and lakes, you must be a smart person. Smart people don't embarrass themselves, and smart people often know their strengths and weaknesses.

Duan Wenheng knew that he couldn't save her, so he used a strong internal force to seal her blood flow to prevent the toxins from further encroaching on her heart. To ensure that she didn't die, he replaced blood with true qi, and every once in a while, he dredged her meridians.

In this way, although she was very tired, she could barely save her life.

Duan Wenheng knew very well that according to Baihu's physical condition, even if no one intercepted him on the road, he would not be able to return to the Central Plains. The wind and sand on the road were so strong, and the climate was hot and cold, he couldn't get out of the desert at all.

For the sake of Bai Ling's infatuation with Duguyan, Duan Wenheng did not let it go. He carried the white bell on his back, like a camel in the desert, tireless, without a goal, wandering alone, to the south......

"No one intercepted him", these five words are simply a joke for the white tiger.

The white tiger was slowly moving south against the strong wind, leaving a lonely footprint on the sand. Behind him, there was a horse team, more than ten horses, sitting more than ten men, led by a thin figure, small eyes and no eyebrows, an upside-down melon seed face, wearing a shabby cloak, holding a single knife in his hand, the horse came to the white tiger's body, and shouted: "Stop!"

The white tiger was frightened, he was most afraid of seeing the living, and acquaintances were also afraid.

The man shuddered when he saw him, and sneered: "Boy, I heard that you have made a windfall recently, I don't know if you can divide it with brothers?"

Where does the white tiger seem to have made a windfall, he is simply poorer than calling Huazi, in fact, he is indeed poorer than calling Huazi, and Huazi still has two copper plates on his body, but he has no money.

Baihu hurriedly laughed and said: "This uncle, I'm afraid you have recognized the wrong person, I don't have a penny on me, and I don't even have to eat." ”

The man at the head laughed and said, "If you don't have anything to eat, grandpa will send you on the road and go to Yinchao Difu to beg for food......!"

As the man spoke, the guy in his hand had arrived.

The white tiger has some skills, but in the past few months, the people who have been tortured by Sha Yizhi are not like people, ghosts are not like ghosts, where can they still have the ability to fight back?

This man and his party are well-known bandits in the Western Regions, and few people generally dare to provoke them. This time, they were ordered by the Evil Emperor Sect to hunt down the White Tiger and snatch the secret book of the Heaven Snatching Technique. Of course, they didn't know that what they were going to rob was the Heaven Snatching Technique, and the Cult of the Evil Emperor would not reveal such an important secret to a group of bandits.

The bandits are not cultists, and of course they will not be sincerely loyal to the Evil Emperor, and the Evil Emperor's side will only use them because of lack of manpower. Yes, the Evil Emperor Sect is falling apart, and everyone is thinking about their own affairs, how can they be brothers?

The bandit leader was afraid of the power of the Cult and had to help him make a profit. Therefore, he was extremely irritable, and he didn't even ask if the thing was here with the white tiger, so he had to cut it first.

The knife is not very fast, but you can hear the sound of the wind, buzz~ poof, "Oops!"

The bandit leader was beaten under the horse with the back of a knife, fell somersault, and escaped with a knife.

The person who beat him was tall and big, and at first glance, he looked like a man from the north. He was dressed in a short gray coarse cloth robe, with the cuffs tied, looking neat, wearing a silk handkerchief on his head, and the weapon in his hand was a horse chopping knife, the speed of the saber, racing through the shooting star, and a black dragon horse in the crotch, proud and heroic.

The man was not in a hurry to restrain him, and as soon as he opened his mouth, with a very strong northern flavor, he said with a smile: "Listen to the little bandits in the Western Regions, my Wang Lao Hu is thousands of miles away to take my brother home, and if you dare to stop it, you will be killed." ”

Wang Laohu's name, they have not heard of it, the bandit leader felt that he was recruited just now, and it was entirely because he appeared behind him, if he did it head-on, he would not necessarily lose.

So he sneered and said, "You are alone, and you also want to save people from us!" As he spoke, he stood up, and the dozen or so men behind him were also eager to try.

Wang Laohu roared and said, "Hmm, stay!" The saber was crossed, and the bandit leader was not given a chance to fight back, and the blade was attached to his throat, which could take his life at any time.

Seeing this, the white tiger was deeply surprised, and he said in his heart: "I have never met a horse thief friend, how can he call me brother?" But after thinking about it, it immediately became clear that this guy was just trying to get the secret book on him.

Although he already knew the other party's intentions, what should the current situation be? Bai Hu's heart was confused, and he turned around and ran.

Wang Laohu was not in a hurry at all, because the white tiger couldn't run fast at all.

Seeing that things were not good, the bandit leader of the Western Regions immediately spoke softly and said with a smile: "Uncle is very skilled, the small ones are not opponents, and I hope that you adults have a lot of them, don't worry about the small ones." ”

Wang Laohu laughed, put away his knife and urged the horse, and went straight to the white tiger.