"Are you sure you don't want to go back? You can't wait for your master here."
"What if the master doesn't find his wife and comes back here again?" Wu Han twirled his fingers unconsciously, subconsciously unwilling to leave.
"Have you forgotten what Chen Feng told you? Is it possible that you don't want Chen Feng to find your wife?"
Hearing what Xu Meng said, Wu Han waved his hands repeatedly: "How could I think so."
"In that case, why don't you go back quickly? Give them a surprise then?"
"Surprise?" Wu Han blinked, somewhat confused as to what Xu Meng meant.
"The surprise is..." Xu Meng whispered a lot in Wu Han's ear.
After saying that, Wu Han nodded repeatedly, looking impatient: "Then let's set off quickly."
Seeing that Wu Han finally agreed to leave, how could Xu Meng dare to delay? He called Zhao Lin who had already prepared and set off quickly, fearing that Wu Han would regret it if it was too late.
...
The sun sets in the west, half of the sky is dyed red, and the howling cold wind blows on the cheeks.
Ling Ding kicked the stone under his feet and looked at the old man aside: "Grandpa, when can we go back?"
The old man looked at the yellow sand sweeping in the distance and sighed: "Let's go."
Hearing what the old man said, Ling Dang was so happy that she was three feet tall and walked quickly with Chen Feng in her arms.
As night falls, the cold wind blows, mixed with yellow sand, and a bloody hole forms on the human body.
At night, the old man, the young man, and the young man returned home chatting and laughing. Behind the piles of yellow sand were scattered ruins.
Lingdang opened the door and carefully placed Chen Feng on the bed: "Grandpa, I'm going to get some water."
The old man did not speak, but looked at Chen Feng who was unconscious on the bed: "Is he going to be a variable?"
After sighing for a long time, the old man sat by the bed and carefully treated Chen Feng's wound.
Chen Feng felt that his whole body was plunged into boundless darkness, with no end in sight and no way to escape.
He could feel someone touching his body and wanted to move, but he couldn't control his body.
His consciousness was floating in the darkness, and Chen Feng's whole person was in chaos.
"Grandpa, why hasn't he woke up yet? Is he dead?" Ling Dang poked Chen Feng's cheek. She had picked up this man for two days and there was no reaction.
"I'll wake up soon." The old man smiled, put a hand on Chen Feng's forehead, and muttered something.
Chen Feng in the darkness was like a traveler who had run out of ammunition and food in the desert. When he thought he was going to die, a clear spring poured into his mouth.
Chen Feng still didn't realize what was going on, so he opened his eyes suddenly.
Staring at the roof in a daze, Chen Feng's consciousness gradually returned.
"You're awake." Lingdang looked at Chen Feng in surprise, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Who are you?" As soon as he spoke, Chen Feng realized that his throat hurt, and every word he spoke was like a razor blade.
"My name is Lingdang, and this is my grandfather. We picked you up from the sea of sand."
"Shahai?" Chen Feng frowned and looked at them warily: "Where is this?"
"In the extreme northern desert, you have been unconscious for two days." Lingdang supported his chin with his hand and asked curiously: "Who are you? How could you be so seriously injured? If it weren't for me and grandpa, you would have been exposed to the sun.