Xian Qing leaned against the stone wall and waited for the arrival of dawn.

He found a structure made of several rocks stacked on top of each other that he could stay in for a day.

When he recovered his spiritual energy before, he had already searched for the breath of life forms, but he did not look for it directly. After all, Yingmeng might not be able to get there alive.

After calculating the location of Yingmeng's exposed aura, he should be able to reach this point based on the opponent's strength.

He just looked at the empty desert outside and the faint cliffs in the distance, calculating the time for Yingmeng's arrival.

The sun has slowly risen, dispelling the coldness of the night. When the sun shines on the earth again, the thin water in the air will return to the sky.

This shadow seems far away from the rising sun, far away from the arrival of dawn, always existing in darkness, still night.

His eyes looked towards the cliffs in the distance, to the east. It looked like a mirage, but it might not be real.

There are no signs of life here, no flowers, no weeds, and the only thing that proves the passage of time is the never-ending wind.

He looked to the horizon and watched the dawn slowly end and the day finally come.

What if he was wrong? What if there was no sign of life in that direction? What if his people were no longer loyal to him?

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a black spot on the dry and hot flat ground. It seemed to be a figure, moving towards this side quickly.

Xian Qingqiang swallowed the blood and almost spit it out, and a black gas projectile appeared in his hand. If it was an enemy, he would be in the backlash stage...

When the figure approached, Xian Qing put away the poison in his hand.

Xian Qing's body was stiff, and he glanced at the approaching figure. His hair was flying, his blood-stained clothes were scattered, his hair was messy, and his clothes were made of blood and minced meat. Is this guy who looks bloody and fleshy a shadow dream?!

The other party swiped, rushed into the shadows, and suddenly collapsed on the ground. It was really imageless. It really looked like an animal.

Ying Meng ignored Xian Qing's subtle look. Do you have a mysophobia? Bear with it. She adjusted her muscles and stretched, her face showing all the indifference in her life.

Xian Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a bit of indescribable disappointment in his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because of the smell of rotten meat that made him unbearable, or because of Ying Meng's ignorance.

Xian Qing's expression was calm and there was no fluctuation in his tone. "It was an hour later than I thought."

Yingmeng closed her eyes, feeling a little lazy and unfocused, not paying attention to everything around her. She sat up straight and began to adjust her breathing. "My lord Xianjun, I'm really sorry to disappoint you."

His tone was light and elegant, as if he had become mature overnight, losing his childishness and detachment, leaving only stability, alienation, indifference and politeness.

Xian Qing looked at Ying Meng with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Explanation. Something is wrong with Yingmeng. Usually she starts to find fault with her when she doesn't find fault with her. This time, she started to criticize her first, but the other party didn't come back.

Xian Qing carefully looked at Yingmeng. She was less arrogant and showed a rare gentleness. Even though she was dripping with blood, she couldn't hide the elegance in her bones. Her face was as cool as water, without a trace of madness.

Prove that this is her, the normal her.

It's just that the other person seems to be alienated from him.

Xian Qing frowned, what change is this?

Xian Qing couldn't think clearly, and a strange feeling arose in his heart. In short, he didn't like this change.

Xian Qing's thin lips parted slightly, and her voice was soft and hoarse. "Ying Meng seems to be enjoying the time here. Maybe he invented a new dish on the way here."

However, Yingmeng ignored him, didn't even raise his eyes, and just huddled in the corner to recover his strength.

It was rare that Yingmeng didn't quarrel with him, but Xianqing felt a little uncomfortable and started to find fault. He hoped that Yingmeng's out-of-the-box character could fight him back.

He missed the Yingmeng who had an out-of-character personality and lost his temper at every turn. Now this Yingmeng, who was calm and steady and exuded a sense of alienation towards him, made him very uncomfortable, as if his blood vessels were blocked by cotton wool, and he felt suffocating and lingering from time to time.

Tingling.

Although this is how Yingmeng treats others, mature and steady, which is what he has always expected, but when she treats him with this attitude, he seems to have lost some of his specialness.

But it's not important, is it? It will happen sooner or later anyway. Compared with the pain of a thousand arrows piercing the heart, it can be ignored, isn't it?

Xian Qing's expression was always cold and cold, and his eyes were still lifeless, but only he knew what he felt in his heart.

When did he become so childish?

Forget it, there are no restraints, no regulations, and no need to pretend in this desert. Why not enjoy this rare relaxation?

Xian Qing opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Xian Qing tried hard to overcome his mysophobia, slowly approached Yingmeng, and finally stopped about three steps away. I'm sorry, he really couldn't bear it anymore, it was too dirty.

"Yingmeng, what's wrong with you?" The voice was calm, without any fluctuation.

The tone was calm and cool, but Ying Meng could hear a hint of tenderness and concern in this tone, as well as a slight uncontrollable embarrassment.

Yingmeng's eyebrows raised a cold arc, and she didn't notice the layers of coldness between her eyebrows. What was Xian Qing thinking about? Could it be that there was something wrong with her brain being exposed to the sun?

Half of Yingmeng's profile was hidden by the darkness of the shadow. She didn't realize that she was alienated from Xian Qing. She just thought that she was in no mood to argue with Xian Qing now.

She was able to get here only because of her willpower. The moment she lay down, the tight string on her body

She had already relaxed. At this time, the soreness of her muscles and the fatigue of her nerves told her that she wanted to rest and did not want to move at all.

She didn't want to pay attention to him, that's all.

Just when she closed her eyes and was about to play chess with Duke Zhou, something seemed to roll to her feet and hit him.

Ying Meng looked impatiently at the... water bottle at his feet?

Ying Meng glanced at it suspiciously, tapped the bottle with her toe, and heard that there was still water in it.

Are you crazy? No matter how much Xian Qing hates himself, he shouldn't poison the precious water source. So he is giving himself water. He won't really be blinded by the sun, right?

Ying Meng's eyes were too explicit, basically her eyes were filled with caring for the mentally retarded.

Xian Qing was stunned for a moment when he saw this look, and then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He now understood that it was not intentional... whatever.

In Yingmeng's eyes, the other person's eyes are sometimes sad, sometimes caring, and sometimes sarcastic, all of which prove his point of view. The other person may have been driven crazy by the sun.

Yingmeng had no desire to sleep at this time. Sorry, she was afraid that she would die in her dream inexplicably when she fell asleep.

Xian Qing leaned back lazily, looking calm and relaxed, but Ying Meng always felt that there was an anger surrounding him, as if someone had deceived him.

Xian Qing was quiet for a moment, and the ridicule in his tone was undisguised. "A person of such an old age can still eat raw meat until he is covered in slag. He must be too old for his age."

Shadow Dream:?!

This target comes out of nowhere, forget it, everyone has a responsibility to care for the mentally retarded, she doesn't care... what the hell!

Ying Meng took a look at Xian Qing and found that the other party's robe was neat and tidy, with not even a trace of dust on it. He didn't look like someone who had walked in the desert at all. Compared with his own ragged clothes... he could see through it but not say it.

Yingmeng felt the opponent's physical condition and found that the spiritual energy in the opponent's body was chaotic, as if it had been backfired.

Ying Meng narrowed her eyes, and she probably had a guess. The other party encountered an opponent and used his cultivation force forcefully.

Yingmeng still had a poker face. He was embarrassed to smile because it was a laborious task. "Master Xianjun looks neatly dressed. Could it be that he was forced to use spiritual energy to clean his clothes because of his severe mysophobia, and finally left himself defenseless?

Go hard."

Seeing Ying Meng starting to find fault, Xian Qing felt that everything was normal and felt inexplicably relieved.

He liked Ying Meng's attitude, but he also despised it.

But now, even though the other person still had an annoying coldness and indifference, this attitude unconsciously soothed the upset in his heart.
Chapter completed!