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What is the most precious in the Western Desert?

It's not sand gold, treasures, minerals, it's water.

In the Western Desert, it is almost impossible to take a bath and wash your face, and enough water is already a luxury.

Ascending to the second floor, the last two only need an upper room. Fang Shi had a faint feeling that there was something different about today's Dragon Gate Inn.

Putting down the package he was carrying, wiping the yellow sand on his face, Chen Anzhi poured a cup of tea for Fang Shi, and offered it respectfully, before he said, "Shibo, why does the kid feel that the atmosphere below is a little unusual?"

Fang Shi swallowed his saliva slowly, closed his eyes and enjoyed the moisture on his body, and after a long time, he said, "You feel it too." That's why the old man only needs one room. Since the old man has brought you out, he must always take care of your safety. Look, there will definitely be people coming in the evening. There's a good show to come. We've accidentally stepped into someone else's game. “

Chen Anzhi thought that when he had just ascended the stairs, many people downstairs slowly stood up, staring at them sharply, with suspicion in their eyes and hidden murderous intentions. There are a few that seem to be gently drawing knives...

"This won't be dangerous, right?" Chen Anzhi suddenly became nervous, the atmosphere was too wrong.

"It's okay, don't worry. Raising his head and taking a sip of the remaining cold water in the cup, Fang Shi looked at Chen Anzhi's face and was slightly nervous. Smiled lightly and comforted.

After resting for about an hour, Fang Shi led Chen An downstairs to eat.

I found the innermost and most marginal seat, and ordered two catties of sauced beef, two sheep's trotters, a pot of roasted fairy grass, and four steamed buns.

The proprietress Jin Huaiyu has an outstanding demeanor, a white complexion, and a pair of smiling eyes. It looks very amorous when staring at passing visitors. Today, he is wearing a big red robe. He wears a jade hairpin on his head. is obviously a half-old, and she is still as beautiful as a young woman who has just passed the door, and she has not been tanned by the wind and sand of this Western Desert at all. Some people say that this golden jade is a flower in the desert. Where there is her, there is the Dragon Gate Inn.

Diao Buer walked towards the table with a large inventory of good things. Jin Huaiyu held a porcelain cup. Swayed and walked to the table, hid his face and chuckled, and said softly, "Master Fang." But it's been a long time, and the little woman wants you to die. Come, the little woman toasts Master Fang with a glass of wine. The new roasted fairy grass in the small shop, it is a first-class spirit, I hope Fang Ye likes it. After speaking, he raised his head and dried the glass of wine in one gulp, refreshing and capable, and proud.

"Good!" cheered all around.

There are very few women in the desert, and even fewer beautiful women. In this Dragon Gate Inn, where Jin Huaiyu stands, where is the focus of attention. Seeing Jin Huaiyu raise his head and make a drink, the hot eyes in the distance were red, and he wished that this beauty would accompany him for a few glasses.

After Jin Huaiyu finished drinking, he seemed to be a little drunk, touched his forehead with his little hand, looked at Fang Shi with soft eyes, and said aggrievedly: "Could it be that Fang Ye doesn't give face, and he refuses to accompany the little girl to have a drink?"

There were people around who couldn't look at it, and they stood up with a bang and wanted to draw their knives to help. There was an old man beside him who pressed his shoulder and shook his head to signal not to make trouble.

Fang Shi was indifferent, did not speak, took a wide-mouthed large bowl, reached out to pat the yellow mud on the altar, grabbed the edge of the altar, and poured a large bowl with a bang. The wine is clear and slightly greenish, and the smell is flushing.

"Good wine!" Fang Shi smelled the wine, raised his head and rumbled, and took a sip. The jar opened, and a strong smell of wine suddenly escaped from the dim inn.

Jin Huaiyu clapped his hands lightly, hid his face and said with a smile: "Master Fang has a good amount of alcohol, so the little woman won't bother." After speaking, the little hand tapped three times on the corner of the table, and walked back to the counter quietly.

After drinking, his face was slightly red, and Jin Huaiyu swayed, looking forward to it, beautiful and moving. A large group of high-rollers in the hall, when have they seen such a beauty, when have they seen such a beauty, they can't help but look at their eyes straight, and they swallow.

"Boss, it's unfair to you, you can't even take out such a good wine when it's hidden. "Some people are starting to get upset.

"Yes, yes, good wine should be brought out. Xiao Er, come to two jars to burn fairy grass!"

"Let's have two altars too!"

"So do we!"

One after another, the high rollers in the living room began to call.

Back at the counter, Jin Huaiyu supported her chin with one hand, looking at the living room with a somewhat confused look, not knowing what she was thinking, and suddenly she smiled, revealing an intoxicating smile. Oh my god, the hall that was originally a little dim felt like it was lit up in an instant. All the men were short of breath.

"You people... This is good wine, and I am also optimistic about people, and now the old lady is happy, so she took out this good wine. Ten taels of silver for a jar is not cheap. Jin Huaiyu seems to be drunk, and I don't know if Lu Dao is really drunk or drunk.

Suddenly, an old woman came out of the back room of the counter, leaning her back, walking to her in a low voice, with a hint of vicissitudes, and said: "Xiao Yu'er, you are drunk, go back to the room to rest first." After speaking, he couldn't help but say something, and helped Jin Huaiyu to the back room.

Everyone reluctantly withdrew their gazes, as if they were still unsatisfied, and sighed again and again.

"Uncles, uncles," Diao Buer got up and started to publicize, "This burnt fairy grass is a kind of spirit grass called burnt fairy that the proprietress will collect from the mountain col a hundred miles away, and the high-grade sorghum wine brought back from the Mowo Prefecture Mansion three hundred miles away, soaked in the sealing altar together, and has been preserved underground for ten years before it has today's color." Ten taels of silver for a jar, it is definitely worth the money, and it is worth the money. This wine is precious, and friends who like spirits can drink as much as they want. If it expires, after today, it may not be sold. ”

Although everyone knows that what Diao Buer said is not true, but being publicized like this, the wine worms in everyone's hearts have been hooked. Everyone is like this, you are an altar, I am an altar, and the atmosphere in the whole inn began to be warm.

Outside the inn, the sun sets. The yellow sand is all over the sky, the wind is howling, and the night is about to rise.

In such a large desolate desert, surrounded by no people, there is such a place, a group of people drink wine and eat meat together, how enjoyable!

For those who go out and live together, there is such a quiet and comfortable place, drinking wine in a big bowl and eating meat in large pieces. Far apart. Nonsense. What a satisfying moment.

Chen Anzhi glanced at the people in the inn, and was also infected by their emotions, and gently poured some wine. Drink it all.

The wine only got into the throat. Only then did I realize that the Dao was like a fire poured into my throat. Blazing hot. Chen Anzhi snorted, his face flushed. Hurriedly stuck out his tongue: "It's so spicy, it's so hot!" Picked up the water in the water cup and poured it several times, it was still so spicy and hot....

The Fang Shi on the other side was amused, and Ha Lu Ha Da Lu laughed. Holding chopsticks, he pointed at Chen Anzhi: "Don't think that you can look at others, you can, know that Lu Dao can do what you can." Now you know it, hahaha."

The dull atmosphere was swept away, and the inn returned to its original scene. Everyone drank, chatted, and punched.

Time passed little by little, the night had fallen, the wind outside the inn seemed to be louder again, and the paper paper on the papier-mâché windows was whistling with the wind.

Diao Buer lit the lights in the inn, the dim lights swayed in the wind, and someone remembered the swaying proprietress Jin Huaiyu, but she glanced at the counter a lot, she didn't come, it seemed that it was really because she was too strong to drink, and fell asleep.

It's a lonely night like this. Many people sighed in their hearts, and as they spoke, they may have fallen asleep on the table.

In the corner where the light couldn't shine, Chen Anzhi was already asleep, and the strength of burning fairy grass was too strong for him at this age. After eating a few bites of beef and half a sheep's hoof, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on his stomach.

In the corners where the lights can't shine, there are also people who are indifferently closing their eyes and recuperating, as if they are waiting for something. Fang Shi glanced at the corners around him a few times, thinking back to the gesture that Jin Huaiyu had gently signaled just now, his expression was grim. He sandwiched a slice of cut beef and took a sip of wine, a little distracted. No one knew what he was thinking, maybe he didn't think about anything.

It was fast approaching midnight.

It seemed that the wind in the middle of the night was louder, and the wind swept up the yellow sand and gravel, and swept in, and from time to time I heard the sound of a pop from the top of the building, and I don't know if something fell from the sky and hit the roof.

The wind crept in through the cracks in the inn walls, whining.

On the counter, Diao Buer was lying on the stage, supporting his chin with one hand, his eyelids were sleepy and couldn't hold up, and his head fell down from time to time. Several times it was almost knocked on the countertop.

Fang Shi drank slowly, for him, tonight, there was a scene. originally thought that he was just a spectator, but Jin Huaiyu's actions made him a little uneasy.

"Hopefully it's not too ugly. Fang Shi muttered to himself.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a "bang, bang" sound of slamming the door at the door, and such an obvious sound was particularly dazzling in the lonely night.

"Bang bang bang", there were a few more voices, and this time it was clear that someone was indeed knocking on the door.

"Are you here?" Fang Shi gently lowered his glass, his eyes unchanged. For a savvy killer, convergence is a must. Every famous killer has his own unique method of astringent atmosphere.

"Bang bang bang" This time completely woke up Diao Buer, he rubbed his head, tried hard to open his eyes, and said, "Who, so late." It's coming, it's coming!"

The door was opened with great difficulty, and the wind was blowing, and the temperature in the entire inn dropped sharply by two or three degrees. Diao Buer struggled to the side and asked, "Guest officer, ...... come so late?"

"Ah~!" Before the professional polite words were finished, he heard an exclamation.

The man had fallen headlong into his arms!

"Guest, guest?" grinned Diao Buer, shook his shoulders and found that the guest was unconscious. He raised his hand to touch it, and suddenly found that it was sticky.

"Blood!"

Diao Buer trembled a little. There are often unconscious travelers in the desert, and that's not scary. But the travelers who came here with blood on their bodies had to be cautious.

Diao Buer wanted to get rid of it, but unfortunately the person who came was too heavy, and he was a little out of breath.

Noises could be heard faintly in the darkness. Diao Buer was shocked, he knew this voice too well, and from time to time there were always some horse thieves who frequented here, they were frequent visitors here, but they were also robbers here.

"Could it be that this traveler is the person that the horse thief needs?" Diao Buer hesitated, not knowing whether to accept or release the road.

At this time, a voice came from the darkness: "The wind is strong, hurry up and close the door!" This voice seemed to have a magical power, urging Diao Buji to close the door with difficulty. Then he carried the person who fell on him, and moved to the lamp step by step.

"What a serious injury!" Diao Xiaoer's eyes shrank. The man was dressed in a night robe, his eyebrows were encircled, and a sharp arrow pierced through his back into the man's chest and abdomen, only a few centimeters away from the heart, and blood gushed out of the wound.

Put the person away, Diao Buer hurried back to the back room, this kind of thing, with a lot to do, what to do, whether to take it in or push it out, it is up to the proprietress to make an idea.

Jin Huaiyu walked out with Diao Buer after a while, his sideburns were slightly messy, obviously he had just gotten up. In front of the aisle, Jin Huaiyu just glanced at it, and immediately ordered Diao Xiaoer to move people into the back room.

"Wait!" In the darkness, someone suddenly spoke: "Boss, in the middle of the night, I'm afraid it's not good to take in a person covered in blood for no reason." ”

Jin Huaiyu's face was angry, and said: "Don't bother you, don't want to live, get out of the road!" (to be continued......)