Sincerely invite young heroes to break their sleeves

After going through all kinds of hardships and dragging Nangong Yishou to walk on the desert for an hour, Yang Yueming finally saw the water source that Nangong Yishou mentioned.

Unexpectedly, there was such a clear pool oasis in the desert. Yang Yueming, whose throat was smoky and his eyes were blurred, almost cried and ran over, put his head into the water like a cow and drank several mouthfuls, and then lay down on the ground to rest up.

When Nangong Yishou recovers from his injury, he must suffer ten times more!

Yang Yueming carefully thought about it in his heart, and when he had almost rested, he got up and searched in the oasis for a while, and he found the daily necessities that Nangong Yishou put here, and took a porcelain bowl to fetch some water to feed Nangong Yishou.

Nangong Yishou was already weak, and was dragged all the way by Yang Yueming like a dead dog. His whole body was disheveled and looked terrible.

Yang Yueming looked at it, couldn't bear it, found another cloth to soak and wipe his face and neck, waited for Nangong Yishou's handsome face to be clean, then kicked him to the only place in the oasis that was covered by a big protruding rock place, and I lay down exhausted and fell asleep.

Yang Yueming woke up from the cold. There was a big temperature difference between day and night in the desert. Yang Yueming woke up and found that it was already night, and Nangong Yishou was adding firewood to a bonfire.

The red flames reflected on his face, and it seemed that his complexion was not bad.

"The master's physical fitness is really good." Yang Yueming teased, "Is this able to work?"

"Are you awake?" Nangong Yishou immediately coughed twice as soon as he spoke, but quickly adjusted his tone, "It's cold here at night, and I can't sleep without a fire."

Only then did Yang Yueming realize that Nangong Yishou even thoughtfully put a piece of clothing on himself. Although it didn't work very well, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You are quite well prepared here, don't you usually live here?"

He looked around, except for the big rock that protruded and barely covered it, there was not even a place to rest. It would be too miserable if Nangong changed hands to live here.

Nangong Yishou shook his head: "When I am hunted down, I will come here to hide for a while."

Yang Yueming tutted his head and shook his head: "So why do you want to be a bad person, and be hated by others!"

Nangong changed hands and added firewood silently, without answering.

After a while, he said, "Thank you for not killing me when I passed out, and taking care of me."

Besides, whoever kills you takes me out of the desert!

Yang Yueming slandered.

"Then you have to promise not to do anything to me and let me get out of here safely!"

"Definitely." Nangong smiled and changed hands.

Yang Yueming moved over and squatted by the fire together, staring at Nangong Yishou: "Killer, I'm hungry." As he spoke, his stomach growled in response to the occasion.

Nangong Yishou glanced at him, and silently went to a hidden corner under the stone to take out a pack of dry food.

Yang Yueming took a piece of cake, took a bite, and immediately spat it out: "This is what pigs eat!"

"You swear you didn't abuse me in disguise?" Yang Yueming complained, "Do you still remember who dragged you here?"

Nangong Yishou was gnawing on the pancakes himself, when Yang Yueming said so, with a mouthful of pancakes in his mouth, he didn't know whether to eat it or spit it out, so he puffed up his cheeks and looked at Yang Yueming with resentful eyes: "Do you still remember that you are a hostage?"

Yang Yueming's innocent face: "You said you promised not to hurt me!"

Nangong Yishou looked speechless: "I am a killer."

"That's why we need to be more trustworthy!" Yang Yueming patted him on the shoulder, and his stomach growled again, "Killer, I'm really hungry."

Nangong Yishou looked at the package of dry food: "Then don't pick and choose!"

Yang Yueming sat down on the ground, showing a sad expression: "I am a pampered young master, I usually use bird's nest to rinse my mouth, if you ask me to eat this, I might as well starve to death."

Nangong Yishou said silently in his heart: Don't pay attention to him, don't pay attention to him.

But maybe it was Yang Yueming's unearthly and refined face that made him look a little bit attractive. Nangong Yishou couldn't hold on in the end, and said helplessly: "There are fish in the pool, do you want to eat them?"

"Eat." Yang Yueming smiled cheerfully. Against the backdrop of the fire, his whole face was as bright as glowing.

Nangong Yishou's heart moved, and the displeasure that had been lingering in his heart dissipated, and he resignedly rolled up his trousers and stepped into the water.

The pool water at night was dark and cold, Nangong Yishou was still injured, and his acuity was not as good as before. It took him a long time to catch two small fish.

Yang Yueming was also dissatisfied with the taste of the fish baked by Nangong Yishou, but at least he didn't need to eat dry food, so he ate it while being picky.

Nangong Yishou was able to ignore Yang Yueming's nagging. He soaked in the pool for a long time, the cold air invaded, and the blood in his body was not smooth, so he had to meditate.

Yang Yueming rested his chin and watched his luck for a long time, then found firewood and drew circles on the sand in a bored manner.

After Nangong Yishou finished meditating, he fell asleep again, this time by the fire, curled up into a ball.

Nangong Yishou looked at his slender body bent into a shrimp shape, his eyes closed tightly, his quiet face was like a heavenly being, flickering against the firelight.

A person who can make people's hearts flutter as long as he doesn't speak.

Nangong Yishou looked at him for a long time, walked over to pick him up and put him down under the stone, found some clothes to cover him, and leaned against him to doze off.

When Yang Yueming woke up the next day, Nangong Yishou had already cooked a pot of simple fish soup, but Yang Yueming didn't appreciate it very much. He pinched his nose and drank a bowl, and said with disgust on his face, "It's so fishy, ​​it's a cat's food." Yes."

Nangong Yishou glanced at him: "You are harder to serve than a cat."

Yang Yueming looked at him innocently: "Meow."

Nangong changed hands: "..."

However, the picky hostage finally lost to reality, and Yang Yueming, who was hungry and unable to leave the desert by himself, finally ate the pot of fish soup, but he just kept moaning while eating.

Nangong Yishou ate and meditated as usual, while Yang Yueming was idle and bored, squatting aside to watch him.

As a result, Nangong changed hands and meditated for a long time, but he didn't see any improvement, instead he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Yang Yueming: "..."

"Are you really a master?" Yang Yueming expressed doubts, grabbed his wrist and probed his veins, "You practice hidden weapons, use ingenuity, and your internal skills are not high. It is smooth, and the cold air is invading, and with your previous luck methods, you can't get rid of the depression."

Nangong Yishou looked at him suspiciously: "Do you know martial arts?"

Yang Yueming rolled his eyes, with a look of loneliness on his face: "Forget it, you won't understand if you tell me!"

"I'll teach you a luck method, which can get rid of your current stagnation." Yang Yueming said the luck method again.

The more Nangong changed hands, the more he heard it became more and more strange: "What kind of luck method are you, have you never heard of any school in the world that cultivates like this?"

Yang Yueming patted him on the shoulder: "Master created it originally, it's cheaper for you."

Nangong Yishou originally thought the method he taught was incomparably subtle, but when he heard Yang Yueming's words, he immediately hesitated.

Yang Yueming doesn't know martial arts, it is very certain that Nangong changed hands, but if he knows a little bit of martial arts, it is impossible for him to resist at all and not be taken away by himself.

But he speaks eloquently about martial arts. Could it be that he is a theoretical school in the legend?

Yang Yueming saw that Nangong changed hands with a suspicious look on his face, so he kicked him unhappily: "Practice quickly, recover early, and let's leave this damn place early."

Although he was skeptical, but the qi and blood in his body were getting worse and worse, Nangong Yishou couldn't think of a better way, and finally decided to treat the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Nangong Yishou meditated for a long time this time, and Yang Yueming was so bored that he took a small stick and drew circles on the ground.

Draw an ugly head, and mark the word "Fa Cai" next to it.

"Oh, Fa Cai is so stupid, I haven't found me yet." Yang Yueming sighed.

Just as he was calculating when Nangong Yishou could finish his meditation, he suddenly heard the sound of horses honking from far to near.

"Could it be getting rich!" Before Yang Yueming had time to rejoice, he heard another long "Woo—" sound, but it was a woman.

Sure enough, a young woman in green clothes came over and softly called out, "Brother Nangong, are you here?"

The oasis was very small and there was no shelter, Yang Yueming couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to, so he simply stood there and looked at the girl generously.

"Who are you?" The girl didn't expect that there were other people in the oasis, so she folded her palms on her chest in a vigilant manner, and made a posture of preparing for battle.

Yang Yueming took a glance and found that the girl was wearing a pair of green brocade gloves.

Nangong Yishou's kung fu was reaching a critical point, all five senses were closed, he didn't pay attention to the matter in front of him, and continued to meditate without moving.

"I'm passing by." Yang Yueming felt the murderous aura coming from the girl, and pointed to the water pool, "I'm a little thirsty, come to drink water."