"How long have I slept?" Nan Liyou did not struggle. This feeling of rebirth was really good.
"It's not long..." Ling Xiaohan took off his veil at this moment, his face was a little pale, and his lips were a little dark and bloodless.
Nan Liyou sat up from his arms and looked around, but found himself in a dirt house.
She looked at him in surprise, "We..."
"Someone saved us!" Ling Xiaohan smiled slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the stains on the corner of her mouth.
Nan Liyou was extremely shocked. Have they already arrived at the demon clan? With this question, she didn't care about her whole body being sore and soft, stood up and ran outside the house...
The place where we stood was full of two rows of thatched houses, with a not-wide aisle, bustling with people passing by. The people dressed strangely, wrapped their whole body with a piece of white cloth, only revealing their arms, eyes, and feet.
Walking barefoot on the ground.
When they saw Nan Liyou, they closed their hands at her and smiled politely.
"Miss is awake?" An aunt behind her bowed to her.
Nan Liyou smiled faintly at her without saying a word.
"Bless by Allah! My girl is so lucky. If the young master who was with you hadn't fed you with blood, the girl would probably die in the desert! What a strong man!" The aunt said with her hands closed.
When Nan Liyou heard this, he was shocked, "You mean, someone feeds me with blood?"
"Oh, I'm too sarcastic! Go and ask yourself, I'll find some food for you!" The aunt was shocked and found that she was talking too much, so she quickly ran away with the excuse.
Nan Liyou smiled in panic and suddenly realized. No wonder she felt a sweet and fishy smell flowing in her confused mood.
She just thought it was very delicious, she just felt that she drank a lot...
The pale expression on Ling Xiaohan's face already explained everything.
Nan Liyou turned around and returned to the low thatched hut, walked to Ling Xiaohan and sat down, raised his head, and saw Bai Yin and Gamo lying on a straw mat.
Nan Li was worried that he was very complicated and didn't know what to say. After a while, he asked, "Are they okay?"
"Auntie made the soup, and it's fine after drinking it." Ling Xiaohan's thin lips curled into a beautiful curve, and a trace of tenderness flashed in his eyes.
"Where are we?" Nan Liyou held his fingers, lowered his head, glanced at the person next to him, and his eyes fell on his wrist.
Not surprisingly, she saw three heavy scratches on Ling Xiaohan's wrist and light blood on the wound.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat, and she closed her eyes in a complicated way, not wanting to look at it again.
"What are you? Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Ling Xiaohan looked at her worriedly and grabbed her arms.
Nan Liyou quickly calmed down, smiled slightly at him, and returned to the cold girl: "What can I do!"
When Ling Xiaohan heard this, he burst into laughter and said, "Yes, you have great fortune and good fortune, of course you are fine!"
"By the way, where are we now?" Nan Liyou didn't look at the gentleness of his eyes, and glanced at the side.
"We are in a small village in the desert oasis, which is called Mirage!" Ling Xiaohan laughed jokingly. He was a little surprised when he heard this name for the first time.
"Mirage? Mirage?" Nan Liyou was shocked. Before she fainted, she did see a river and an oasis. In this way, it was not the mirage that people saw before they died frequently, but rather