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Dunes, dunes, dunes.

The air around him became drier and thinner, as if what he breathed turned into thick particles under his feet, and the world in front of him gradually turned into a maze filled with gray earth.

This is the desert that must be crossed after crossing the barren hills. The desolate earthen fortress is buried in the ground by the yellow sand, and only the hard grooves that can be called walls are exposed to peek at the vast sand sea.

At the beginning, the people behind were crying unavoidably, there were children who kept crying, young people who lost their way when they tried to return, and old people who faltered and had to rely on the support of young and middle-aged people, but all these noisy and chaotic voices Polished clean with the boring and heavy going forward afterwards.

In fact, for Xiao Mo, this is the way home. He never felt that it was far away, nor did he feel unbearably thirsty. Objectively speaking, if he went on foot by himself, he would be able to reach the northwest frontier in two days.However, at this moment, he is like a wolf. Behind him are the clansmen who cannot give up. He can only lead the way carefully, turning his head to take care of the weak from time to time, showing the tenderness of the wolf clan that violates the way of survival.

From the moment they set foot on this desert, within half a day, the illusion of dying has quietly climbed onto the shoulders of most people, waiting for an opportunity to swallow them up.

After distributing the last bottle of tranquilizer, Wei Sifeng sighed and caught up with Xiao Mo: "This won't work, many people behind are not spiritual enough, and even a few soldiers can barely support them, let alone ordinary citizens."

Xiao Mo stopped to look at the sun, and vaguely calculated the remaining distance. When he turned around, he saw Tang Yi sitting slumped on the ground and sticking out his tongue, his expression became solemn.

They need water.

It's okay to have no food. At their speed, although it is slow, they can arrive in less than three days after a little rush.But if there is no water, I am afraid that it will be difficult to survive the remaining half day.

Xiao Mo asked Tang Yi, "How is it? Can you hold on?"

Tang Yi closed his tongue, and covered his head with sweat from the sweater he had taken off a long time ago, casting a shadow on his chin, looking very funny: "I'm fine, but it's hard for others to tell."

A first-grade elementary school girl fainted just now, but fortunately Tang Yi has quick eyesight and quick hands, otherwise she would have fallen into Wei Sifeng's arms.

"Xiao Mo, can't you find a drop of water here?" Tang Yi asked while fanning the wind.

Xiao Mo was in a trance for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes across the desert sky and returned to that scorching hot time.

The child who stumbled and wanted to find his mother's bones walked out of the fenced territory for the first time, and set foot in an unknown direction with a pot of water.

There is no wind, and the shadow follows the footsteps, and the stepped footprints are smoothed as soon as they are lifted up, smooth like a lake, silky, golden, and full of seductive light.

The blue sky above the head was eclipsed by the golden desert, the circling bald eagles howled, and the stone piles built by the yellow sand were carved out of different shapes by the perennial wind blades, which were no different from dead bones, more like The sun is their chains for the prisoners who are imprisoned on this earth together with their body and soul.

The aging fingerprinter is a thick tree trunk with no branches and no color. It is the place where vultures often stop to rest. The tough root system winds for several miles in the invisible underground, trying to show in this territory labeled as death. The growth of life and the contempt of nature.

That's where Xiao Mo fell down.

Without water, no one knew where he was, not even himself.

To be honest, it was very hard at first, but when his body got used to being dry and the evaporated soul was about to break out of its shell and sink with the wind and sand, he felt the joy of dying.

He never feared death, as if man was born to meet death.Even though he was still not reconciled to his mother's death at that time, in fact, as a child who was only a teenager, he never shed a single tear.After he fell down, the dry sand immediately invaded his nose, making it difficult to breathe, choking his throat, and the suffocation filled his nasal cavity and hit his whole body, causing his hands and feet to shrink.

"Water..." He still called out.

From instinct.

In fact, he was still conscious at that time, not sober, but it was enough to make him laugh at himself: You also have the desire to live, and you are also afraid of death.

The red figure was like a dream that came on horseback before he died, until he woke up, the red that could not be concealed was paved all the way, bright and tragic.

Xiao Mo tightened his arms, and instead of urging everyone to hurry, he turned around and said, "Let's go, let's go find water."

There are still many warm and wanton things in life, why miss it?

Wu Xing lay on Xiao Mo's shoulder, watching the rare softness on Xiao Mo's face, the fleeting smile seemed to be fleeting, and a strange illusion suddenly came to his heart: it seems that Xiao Mo is the old shell that Xuanwu has shed. All the bad things are hastily covered up, but once the bad things are filled, the price they have to pay will only be more difficult than their current journey of thousands of miles.

Wu Xing was taken aback by this thought, so he had no choice but to hug his arms even tighter.

He didn't say it, if he did, Xiao Mo would just laugh, because Wu Xing was right.

Cut open Xiao Mo, from the inside to the outside, it is like a hot and hard stone under the feet, crowned by the scorching sun and storm layer by layer, and finally barely shaped a human figure to hide in the world.That was his armor, his camouflage, and the fatal wound he almost buried here.

Wu Xing's left hand fell along Xiao Mo's undulating chest, stopped three inches away, and said inexplicably: "What's in it?"

Xiao Mo's deep voice was like an ancient ballad, when the yellow sand gushed out of the underground river and gradually became clear, at the node where the water flow and the setting sun were hot and cold, Wu Xing swallowed it into his stomach with the gesture of blending his lips and tongue.

"It used to be dark inside, but later, someone wrote a name with his blood, and I'm afraid it will never be erased."

Wu Xing licked his lips, and pulled Xiao Mo to cling to the thick dry tree trunk behind him. The gray dead wood was crushed by the back to create a muffled echo, and was suppressed by the sound of frolicking and drinking beside the dark river in the distance.

"That person is ruthless enough, so what are you going to do?" Wu Xing's heart moved, and his hair that was as long as a waterfall suddenly fell apart.

He saw his own shadow in Xiao Mo's dark pupils, and then the two began to kiss without any scruples.

Heaven and earth are dome huts, everything is silent.

After the icy night fell, their bodies burned with an unprecedented temperature.The voices of Tang Yi and Wei Sifeng seemed to be in his ears, but Wu Xing only felt that the voices in his ears were high and low, sometimes far and near.

He heard Ji Xiaoze's high-pitched laughter, heard Tang Xiu's scolding, heard several girls humming intermittently, heard the children chasing and running and jumping, heard the wind howling past and away from him.

Wu Xing felt the tremors in his body, and was distracted and scolded: Xiao Mo!You are such a person!

However, in the next second, my mind and body can only follow the ups and downs of "this kind of person". Even though I am in the desert, there is a huge wave sweeping him away.

"You... are you going to kill me?!" Wu Xing gritted his teeth and protested against the tireless wolf behind him.

Xiao Mo licked Wu Xing's earlobe, rolled it up with the tip of his tongue and sucked it away.

"No more?" He smiled.

Wu Xing faltered and nodded, his whole body lacked strength, and his arm clung to Xiao Mo's arm, and Xiao Mo's arm supported the tree trunk, and he never moved.

"Is this how you treat your savior?!" Wu Xing said angrily.

Xiao Mo gently stroked Wu Xing's forehead with his hand, inserted his fingers into his hair and slowly supported the back of Wu Xing's head: "Then I will make it up to you."

"What... what compensation?"

Xiao Mo just smiled and said nothing, bowed his head and kissed Wu Xing's lips, and reached out to tidy up his loose clothes.

I have nothing but myself, and if it already belongs to you, it is no compensation, and if there is anything else, you gave it to me, even if I pay you back.

Return you, a city.

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I fell asleep writing, I don’t know what to write later, so be it