Speaking of handsome men, Zhuge Canglan couldn't help but think of Yutian Xuanhuang.

She touched the hair that the Demon King had brought her on her neck, and she felt a little less disgusted with him. Last night, her hair suddenly became hot and she was warning her...

Fortunately, I suddenly had that dream last night. Otherwise... they might have really been buried in a group of snakes...

...

The three of them followed Han Weiyang's route and ran forward as they walked forward. They solved dozens of poisonous snakes scatteredly chasing them. They ran for seven or eight miles before they met Han Weiyang who had returned.

Because most of the snake groups behind him had been buried in the sea of ​​fire, Han Weiyang did not continue to use the method of shrinking the ground.

Instead, they rushed with them and took them to the place where Miao Niang and the others stayed...

Five or six hours later, the four people who were so tired that they finally came to the desert under a few lonely red willow trees, where Miao Niang and Chunyu Yan were already waiting for them.

As soon as he arrived, Zhuge Canglan felt like the house that had been pushed down collapsed instantly, and he lay straight on the sand.

Below was the hot sand roasted by the sun, and the dazzling eyes above his head. The strong wind that would never stop was mixed with the rolling heat waves and sand blew on his body. Zhuge Canglan was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

The other three people were not much better than her, especially Tu Fangyuan's face was buried in the sand, and he didn't even move the hot sand...

Even Han Weiyang, who rarely showed fatigue along the way, sat on the ground and gasped for a few breaths. His face was covered in dust, his hair was covered with sand, his face was even worse, and a layer of sweat appeared on his forehead...

Zhuge Canglan has never seen such a embarrassed Han Weiyang before.

The sound of gasping, the sound of the wind intertwined, no one spoke...

Zhuge Canglan closed his eyes, listened to the pounding sound of his heart, touched his neck with his right hand, and the words of Yutian Xuanhuang that night sounded in his ears - put it on, what danger is there? It can protect your life...

Zhuge Canglan sighed and wiped away the sand on his face.

Did that guy come last night...?

Is that dream real, or is it at least she was too tired that she couldn't help but have a dream?

...

After resting for a long time, I finally got a little better. Zhuge Canglan randomly stuffed a few pills that replenished spiritual power in his mouth. After using spiritual power to catalyze the pills, he ran several large and large circles in his body. Only then did he feel that his body was much lighter.

The other few people were almost resting. Tu Fangjin's face finally rose from the sand. His face turned red by the boiling sand. He vomited a few mouthfuls and spit out the sand he had eaten.

"Grandma, this time it's too dangerous. I'm lucky to break out! So many poisonous snakes... I'll probably have nightmares tonight in the future!"

Han Weiyang frowned and cast a body cleansing spell. The dust on his body was swept away. He returned to the fairy-like divine marquis!

Zhuge Canglan was afraid of the sand on his body, so he took out a piece of cloth from the storage bracelet and wrapped it around his head. No matter whether it looks good or not, as long as it can block the sand from entering his nose and mouth!

After seeing this, Tu Fangjin asked, "Hey, Zhuge girl, do you still have cloth? I'll give me one too!"

Zhuge Canglan looked at him, pulled off the cloth from his head, and tore it in half...

Miao Niang clasped her hands together and recited the Bodhisattva blessing, and said worriedly: "What happened last night is probably not that simple..."
Chapter completed!