The foundation of the Sandman tribe is, firstly, the oasis, and secondly, the Shatuo beast.

"Roar!" With an angry war cry, Qingshui jumped on the back of a sand tiger.

She held a sharp knife high in both hands and stabbed the blade hard.

The blade of the sword was completely engulfed, and blood suddenly poured out.

The sand tiger roared sadly and rolled down the sand dune.

Qingshui held on to the sand tiger's fur with his left hand, pulled out a sharp knife with his right hand, and stabbed fiercely, while one man and one beast rolled down the sand dune.

Qingshui was pressed by the sand tiger, and there was soft sand beneath her. She was too tired to move, but the rustling in her ears told her that the sand spirits—those creatures that only have water and sand—are coming, and she must leave quickly.

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She pushed Shahu away, stood up, took a few breaths facing the dazzling scorching sun, then bent down and put Shahu's body on her thin shoulders.

Sha Hu's blood flowed down and was absorbed by her bronzed skin, allowing her to regain some energy and strength.

She carried the sand tiger on her shoulders and walked up the sand dune with difficulty.

On the sand dune, the last sand tiger was pressing on a tribesman. The sand tiger roared at the tribesman. She seemed to smell the hot breath exhaled from the sand tiger's mouth!

"Drink!" She threw the sand tiger on her shoulder, knocking down the last one.

Her eyes drifted away, and she quickly locked onto the giant sword that had just been knocked away, and her bare feet moved swiftly.

It's too late, the giant sword fell too far!

"Whoosh!" Qingxi drew her bow. She was a rare archer in the tribe, and her bow and arrow accurately hit Shahu's neck.

It's useless, the sand tiger will never fall because of an ordinary arrow.

Qingshui heard Shahu's roar, the sound of Shahu leaping, and the screams of the tribesmen...Who could it be? Who would be killed by Shahu?

Qing Shui immersed herself in running, trying her best to forget everything behind her. Only by getting the giant sword as soon as possible can she save more people!

The giant sword was three meters away. Her foot slipped and her body slipped over.

She grabbed the hilt of the sword and relied on the weight of the giant sword to rotate her body. At the same time, she lowered her shoulders, picked up the giant sword, and ran towards Shahu.

Take two steps.

"Ha...ha..." She gasped and stood up.

Her head was a little numb. She looked at the girl with the gun among the group of earthlings and pressed the gun on the back of Shahu's head.

The five sand tigers that dared to hunt the Sha Tuo beast were pinned to the ground by the long and thin spear, twisting their bodies like sand shrimps, but they could not move.

"Brother," the girl turned to look at the man watching the fun on the back of the Shatuo beast in the distance, "catch one and study it?"

Without an oasis, the Sand People tribe that lives on the Shatuo Beast will not build long-term houses. They are always migrating, fishing for sand spirits to replenish water, and hunting Sand Beasts for food.

There is no such thing as having no fixed abode in the desert. There is yellow sand everywhere and there is a home everywhere.

In this battle, two people died, four were seriously injured, and the rest of the combatants were more or less slightly injured. After the battle, Qingshui, who thought he was uninjured, discovered that he also had a gash on his forearm.

She put her hand on the wound and sucked the water from the blood with her palm.

The clansmen who were unable to fight got off the Shatuo beast in a hanging basket and wanted to finish the prey before the sand spirit came.

Qing Shui walked to Li Qianxia.

"...Thank you." The voice was very small.

She took a breath and said, "But I won't forgive your brother for this."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," Li Qianxia put the spear on her shoulder, "This is the first time I've met a girl who hates my brother, it doesn't matter at all."

The sand people carried the bodies of the three sand tigers and the seriously injured warrior into the hanging basket, returned them to the Shatuo beast, and quickly left the place.

"Are those two people...just placed there?" Li Qianxia and Qing Shui stood on the last hanging basket, looking at the bodies lying quietly on the sand.

"When we are alive, we feed on the sand spirits and sand beasts. After death, we will also become the food of the sand spirits and sand beasts. Only in this way can the souls of the dead be guided by the wind and light, and the living people can receive blessings.

"

"In this aspect, you are better than the people on Earth." Li Qianxia couldn't help but say.

Qing Shui snorted: "Of course! Your earthlings' invasion is doomed to fail!"

"...You have also seen the gap in strength between us, why are you still so confident?" Li Qianxia didn't want to show off, "Qingshui, I can assure you that as long as you listen to my brother, no matter whether we succeed

Even if we fail, we will not take action against you and your tribe."

She didn't want Qing Shui to die because of her resistance.

She knew very well that this mission was cruel, and if her brother really took action against Qing Shui, she would not plead for mercy.

"I understand." Qing Shui thought of the water droplets that were turned into fly ash by the blue light, and the hand that clenched the hilt of the sword became weak. "But you will definitely fail. The Blood Sand Tribe you are going to next has a first-class divine choice.

By!"

Just as Li Qianxia was about to say something, she suddenly looked into the distance and saw countless sand spirits swarming over the two corpses.

"Blessings from wind and light." She heard the whisper of Qing Shui next to her, soft and sad. She could not imagine that it was the voice of the dashing girl with the giant sword.

...

"Lord Black Mist," Yaferona reported to Li Changzhou, "this Blood Sand Tribe is not the nearest big tribe, it is the nearest and worst big tribe. That girl is lying."

She used "torture" to interrogate the sand pirates.

"It's good to be a bad guy," Li Changzhou didn't care. "There won't be any psychological burden, and any means can be used."

The Shatuo beast stepped on the yellow sand, marched in the desert, and walked towards the Blood Sand Tribe step by step.

At dusk, the smell of grilled food could be heard in the house on the Shatuo beast.

In the vast desert, there are three walking giant beasts, with smoke rising from the backs of the giant beasts, and the setting sun melting gold on the horizon. This scene is magnificent and full of life, making people feel peaceful.

"Qing Shui, are you really going to take them to the Blood Sand Tribe?" Shui Bo held up a piece of slightly roasted sand tiger meat.

This temporary combination of three tribes has three leaders, who use the giant sword Qingshui, the sand whip Shuizhui, and the bow and arrow Shuibo. All three of them are women.

Shuibo inherited the bow and arrow from her father, and there are not many remaining arrows left. Unless it is related to the life and death of the tribe, she will not take action easily.

"Do you have any other ideas?" Qing Shui swallowed the meat in his mouth and crushed a sand spirit with his left hand to replenish water.

"They defeat the Blood Sand Tribe, and we can survive temporarily. If they fail, we will also be killed by the Blood Sand Tribe, or become slaves."

"Let me ask you, do you have any other ideas?" Qing Shui bit into the Sha Hu's meat while staring at Shui Bo.

Shui Bo's eyes were a little dodgeful, knowing that he had not taken action today, and in addition to being hijacked by the people on earth, Qing Shui was now angry and a little dissatisfied with her.

"We can go to the Fengsha Tribe, and the great witch will definitely defeat them, and we won't have to die," she said.

"But people in the Fengsha Tribe will definitely die because we brought them there to kill them. Will the Great Witch let us go?"

"Is there really no other way?" Shui Bo frowned.

She held a sand crab, pulled off its legs one by one, held it in the palm of her hand, and absorbed the water through the skin.

The sand spirits that have lost their moisture are all piled up on a piece of cloth, and then placed where the wind can blow them, allowing the wind to take them away.

During the meal, the two tribal leaders had a meaningless conversation.

When Qingshui returned to Shatuomon in his tribe...

"Water bowl, water tiles, kettle." She walked in front, carrying a giant sword, and stepped half of her foot into the warm sand. "Tomorrow is hunting at noon. You three will pretend to be dead and leave the tribe. Your families will also

You will be exiled by me and you can go wherever you want."

"leader!"

"I do not go!"

"Chief, fight them! I'm not afraid of death!"

"Sweat, blood, you two pretended to be dead when you were hunting in the afternoon." Qing Mian said expressionlessly, "Five are five if they can escape."

This is the last time. Tomorrow night, we will arrive at the Blood Sand Tribe.

Qingshui raised his head and looked at the back of his Shatuo beast. There was light in the best room, and those people from Earth lived in it.

...

The sound of tea pouring into the cup.

"This tree is translated into Chinese as 'sand tea tree'," Yang Qinglan was making tea. "The sand tea tree is a plant in the desert. Its surface is only three or four centimeters, but its roots buried in the ground are thirty or forty meters long.

, brewing tea from the rhizomes will give you a special fragrance, and it can also relieve the heat in the desert and prevent heatstroke."

"If this plant is brought back to the earth, the desert can also generate economic value, and it can also prevent sand and stabilize forests." Li Qianxia said immediately.

"The premise is that you can return to Earth." Li Changzhou took the teacup handed to him by Yang Qinglan and took a sip.

Sure enough, there was an indescribable fragrance, which was very pleasant. It reminded him of the feeling of sitting on the bus at the end of the first stage of the desert dungeon - the air-conditioning was turned on in the bus, and the desert outside was so hot that the air was distorted.

Just like turning on the air conditioner and covering yourself with a quilt in the summer, heating your feet with the floor heating and eating ice cream in the winter.

"Are we too tolerant of Qing Shui?" Yaochi blew a sip from the tea cup and pursed her lips. In this shabby room, her words and deeds were still lazy and luxurious.

For them, who are only one step away from human beings, hearing Qingshui and the others' voices is as simple as a hearing test during a physical examination.
To be continued...