Generally speaking, a woman's ability to withstand pressure is better than that of a man, as if she was born not afraid of being pressed, and all men understand this.

At this moment, the scene in the carriage interprets this proposition, Bai Sheng pressed on Yelu Guyu's body, Yelu Guyu didn't feel anything unbearable, but chatted with Bai Sheng with a smile.

Compared with Wei Xianda, Bai Sheng is simply the best man in the world, and he is not angry when he is bitten.

Fate only said that it was the first reason for her to accept Bai Sheng, and the second reason was that she wouldn't live long anyway, since grief is death, and happiness is death, why not be happier in the last time?

By this time her hands were able to move, and she realized that there wasn't much sand on her arms in the first place. It's just that he was suppressed by Bai Sheng.

She first tossed aside the sand buried in the two of them little by little, and stripped their bodies out of the sand. Then head out into the sand to find the only water bladder and those treats wrapped in paper.

There wasn't much sand in the carriage, and the surfboard Bai Sheng was carrying got stuck outside the carriage, replacing the original carriage door and blocking the sand from pouring in parallel directions.

In the process of being dragged by Fang Jinzhi, the rope that bound him and the surfboard had been worn down by the high-speed friction and almost broken, so the surfboard separated from his body when he entered the door.

Although the carriage was not full of sand, there was no light at the same time, because the entire carriage was buried by the sand swept by the sandstorm, and no one knew how thick the sand was on it.

Bai Sheng was a little strange about why the air in this carriage had not decreased, he was originally worried that Yelu would suffocate to death due to the lack of air, so he did not breathe through his mouth and nose from beginning to end, but breathed with his skin in the way of the Red Fist Heart Method.

But even if you breathe through your skin, isn't it oxygen that you inhale, and carbon dioxide you exhale?

But the truth is that a day and a night have passed, and both of them are still alive and well. He couldn't figure it out.

Yelu wanted to look for water bladders and snacks while chatting with Bai Sheng about the war, "Have you really surrendered to Western Xia?" As far as I know, the heroes of all dynasties would rather die than surrender, ...... You were my hero. ”

This is originally an era when beautiful women love heroes, especially the golden branches and jade leaves like Yelu Guyu, who has been clothed and fed since childhood, and does not ask for anything else, just to be able to marry a hero as a wife, and even Zhao Kai is not a hero in her mind, just an old friend.

Being recognized as a hero by such a beautiful woman as Yelu Guyu is naturally the pride of every man, especially when he says it to his face in such a situation, it makes Bai Sheng's heart pound.

But the word "originally" means that the current Bai Sheng is no longer a hero in her heart, and the hero has not surrendered.

Bai Sheng was speechless, he didn't know how to explain to such an exotic beauty as Yelu Guyu, did he want to tell all his plans?

Fake surrender is not shameful, but his series of strategies are full of conspiracy, this kind of thing, with a woman like Wei Xianfei, you will definitely be able to get the other party's applause, but it is very inappropriate to talk to Yelu Guyi, teach bad children.

"If you are not a hero, you are not a hero, and to be a hero is to live and suffer. He could only give an ambiguous answer, which was perfunctory.

Unexpectedly, Yelu wanted to say: "Whether you are a hero or not, you have always saved my life, and if you are destined to die with you, it is not in vain to live this life." ”

Bai Sheng was extremely moved by this, although he knew that he and Yelu Guyu basically couldn't die.

As long as there is enough air, he will definitely not die, and as long as he can't die, Yelu will not die, but he has always disliked to boast and pat his chest in advance, he prefers to do it first and then talk about it.

"You drink some water, I'll feed you a snack, this Xixia dim sum is not very delicious, but it is still food. "Yelu Gu wants not to drink or eat himself, and the first thing he considers is to let Bai Sheng eat.

Bai Sheng refused: "It's better for you to keep it, I can't die of thirst and hunger." ”

At the repeated insistence of Yelu Guyi, he had to take a sip of water and eat a piece of snack, and after he had eaten and drunk, Yelu Guyi was satisfied with a sip of water, and when he fastened the mouth of the water bladder, he said with a red face: "You can't drink more water, otherwise there will be no place to pee." ”

Darkness has always been able to hide human shame, which is why ancient couples always liked to blow out candles and carry on this habit to future generations.

Bai Sheng could see the blushing of Yelu's blush, but he didn't know that the woman drank water from mouth to mouth without disgust was enough to move him.

Putting down the water bladder and snacks, Yelu Guyu picked up Bai Sheng's face and stroked his face, "Is this what I bite......?

"Don't move!" Bai Sheng said suddenly, startling Yelu, "What's wrong? Why don't you let me move?"

"No, you speak quietly, there are people in the carriage!"

Bai Sheng's hearing was several times greater than Yelu's desire, and he could hear a sound coming from directly above his head.

It was the sound of people digging sand, and there were also complaints and curses accompanied by the man, "His grandmother's Yelu bone desire, he will die with snacks when he dies, so that Lao Tzu still has to dig, and when Lao Tzu digs you out, even if he dies, Lao Tzu will be happy and happy......"

"That's Wei Xianda up there?"

"Yes, isn't he one of your overseers?"

Out of shame, Yelu didn't tell Bai Sheng what Wei Xianda did, she thought that Wei Xianda was also buried alive by the sandstorm, but she didn't expect him to be alive and come to dig sand.

Bai Sheng heard it right, it was indeed Wei Xianda who was digging sand and scolding people above.

He saw with his own eyes that the sandstorm covered and buried the carriage two feet away little by little, and he was always "pulling up" in the same place.

In this way, he was like the truth that a rising tide lifts a boat, and he was never buried in the sand.

After this sandstorm, the elevation of this quicksand area has increased by more than a zhang, that is, on the basis of the original sand dunes, a layer of sand more than a zhang thick has been piled up.

What people in this era did not know was that the so-called quicksand area was actually a special desert area like Mizusawa by increasing the water level of groundwater, which soaked the sand layer on the surface of the desert and filled it.

The sandstorm is precisely the natural phenomenon that changes the landform of this quicksand, and after a large-scale sandstorm, this quicksand area is no longer a quicksand area, and the groundwater level cannot rise indefinitely, otherwise there will be a fountain.

Of course, Wei Xianda didn't know this truth, after the sandstorm, he could have left at will, and he could have left at will, but he didn't dare, so he stayed in place alone.

But he needed to eat if he stayed where he was, and all he had was a bag of water that Yelu wanted to give him, and some of the snacks that Yelu wanted to throw at him had already been eaten, so he tried to climb in the direction of the carriage according to his memory, trying to dig out the carriage.

He felt that as long as he climbed directly above the carriage, he would never have the problem of falling again.

If it weren't for the sandstorm adding more than a zhang of sand to the flat ground, then he wouldn't dare to climb the distance of two zhang.

His conjecture proved to be correct, and he crawled for two feet without falling, which made him ecstatic, imagining life after entering the carriage to shelter from the wind and rain, and perhaps having a good time with the corpse of Jeru.

With infinite reverie, he dug hard with his sword.