"Are you sure you won't go back? You can't wait for your master here."
"What if the master doesn't find his master's wife and goes back here?" Wu Han unconsciously stirred his fingers, subconsciously unwilling to leave.
"You forgot how Chen Feng told you? Could it be that you don't want Chen Feng to find your master's wife?"
Hearing Xu Meng say this, Wu Han waved his hands repeatedly: "Why do I think so?"
"Since that's the case, why don't you go back soon? Give them a surprise?"
"Surprise?" Wu Han blinked, not understanding Xu Meng's meaning.
"The surprise is..." Xu Meng put it in Wu Han's ear and said a lot.
After saying that, Wu Han nodded repeatedly, looking impatient: "Then let's go quickly."
Seeing that Wu Han finally agreed to leave, how could Xu Meng dare to delay? He called Zhao Lin and the others who had prepared long ago quickly set off, 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.
The bell kicked the stone under his feet and looked at the old man beside him: "Grandpa, when will we go back?"
The old man looked at the yellow sand sweeping in the distance and sighed: "Let's go."
When he heard the old man say this, the bell was so happy that it was three feet high, and he walked quickly in his arms with Chen Feng.
As night falls, the cold wind blows with yellow sand and hits people with a blood hole.
Under the night, the old and the young returned home talking and laughing, with ruins scattered behind the pile of yellow sand.
Bell pushed open the door and carefully placed Chen Feng on the bed: "Grandpa, I'll go get some water."
The old man did not speak, but looked at Chen Feng who was unconscious on the bed: "Will he be the variable?"
After a while, the old man sighed and sat by the bed carefully treating Chen Feng's wounds.
Chen Feng felt that he was trapped in boundless darkness and could not escape at all.
He could feel someone touching his body and want to move, but he could not control his body.
Consciousness was floating in the dark, and Chen Feng was also in chaos.
"Grandpa, why haven't he woken up yet? Could it be that he is dead, right?" The bell poked Chen Feng's cheek. She had picked up this person for two days, but she had no response.
"I'll wake up soon." The old man smiled, put one hand on Chen Feng's forehead, and muttered something in his mouth.
Chen Feng in the dark was like a traveler who had run out of ammunition and food in the desert. When he thought he was about to die, a clear spring was poured into his mouth.
Chen Feng was so aware of what was going on, so he opened his eyes suddenly.
Some of them stared at the roof in a daze, and Chen Feng's consciousness gradually recovered.
"You're awake." Lingling looked at Chen Feng with some surprise, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"Who are you?" Chen Feng felt a pain in his throat, and every word he said was like a blade passing by.
"My name is Lingling. This is my grandfather. We picked you up from the sea of sand."
"Shahai?" Chen Feng frowned and looked at them with alert: "Where is this?"
"You have been in a coma for two days in the extreme north desert." Lingdang supported her chin with her hands and asked curiously: "Who are you? Why are you so seriously injured? If it weren't for my grandfather and I, you would have been sunk.