Chapter 850: Willow

Feng Xuanming couldn't help feeling disappointed, and lowered his head, his expression sad. Thought: Could it be that the heatstroke fails to cause hallucinations? The crisp bell statement just now made it so clear, it definitely didn't look like a fake, how could it have seen nothing, no one!
At this moment, Feng Xuanming was surprised to find that the hot wind blowing on her body suddenly became less hot, and there was such a hint of coolness. Maybe she was sitting on the top of the sand dune and could even touch the desert. In the water vapor.
Feng Xuanming was pleasantly surprised. He hurriedly took off all his clothes and lay on the top of the sand dunes. He kept digging the sand under him and digging deeper, only to find that the innermost sand was slightly moist. sense!
Probably because it rained a few days ago, there is still some water in the sand. Feng Xuanming no longer expects to dig a source of water, but hopes that he can use this little damp water to relieve himself. The high temperature on the body makes the temperature on the body drop, and it is somewhat more comfortable.
In a short while, Feng Xuanming dug out a large piece of sand. Seeing that the sand in front of him was wet, Feng Xuanming was very happy, and hurriedly moved his face close to the sand pile, greedily sucking that Weibu. The visible water only felt a coolness rushing to my heart, which was very pleasant.
In this desert, the most precious thing is only this water. Without food, a person can live for at least six or seven days. If there is no water, he will definitely die within three days.
Feng Xuanming originally had a kettle on her body, which was filled with water. Thinking that the desert road was difficult and dangerous, Feng Xuanming was extremely reluctant to drink more water, but unexpectedly encountered a sandstorm, Feng Xuanming experienced it. After surviving nine deaths in that dust storm, he found that the kettle and other objects on his body had been blown and lost.
However, this little water is nothing to Feng Xuanming, and it can only give him some psychological comfort, and it cannot give him any substantial help.
Sure enough, it didn’t take a while, because the sun’s rays were too harsh and the temperature was horribly high. The wet sand that Feng Xuanming had just dug out soon dried up and turned into a handful of dry sand. Fluttering away.
Not reconciled, Feng Xuanming continued to dig down again, and then another piece of wet sand was exposed. Just like that, the cycle went back and forth until Feng Xuanming no longer had any strength to dig the sand.
Feng Xuanming sighed for a long time, turned around, and faced the venomous sun above his head. His temples beeped, and even breathing was a little difficult. When he closed his eyes, the sun shined through his eyelids and felt the whole world. The color of blood red.
Just because of digging hard, big beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead and dripped onto the soft sand. At this time, Feng Xuanming called every day to be unwilling, making the ground unsound, helpless and sad. , Despair, sorrow, rushing to my heart, I feel a thousand tastes in my heart, but there is only one thought, which keeps clamoring in my heart:
He can't die, he must survive! He wants to fight against the sky, against the earth, against people, he never believes that his destiny will end so miserably.
Because of this idea in his mind, he has been able to sustain it for three days without food or water. If someone else had already died, he persisted.
In a daze, Feng Xuanming heard the crisp bell sound next to her ear again. This time Feng Xuanming was sure that this was definitely not his illusion! But when he stood up and shot him around, he still saw nothing.
Feng Xuanming suddenly remembered that before coming to this desert, he had encountered an old man begging in ragged clothes. The old man once said:
This vast desert is the most wonderful and strange place in the world. To some people, it looks like a beautiful wonderland. However, for some people, it looks like and terrifying.
In this desert, no matter what weird things you encounter, don't be surprised, because it is commonplace! Those who are predestined can get infinite opportunities, and those who are not predestined will easily lose their lives and become a dust in the desert.
At that time, Feng Xuanming still felt that what the old man said was just a frightening and frightening thing, but now that he wants to come, there is still some truth to it.
Feng Xuanming couldn't help regretting a little secretly. On that day, he should really consult the old man, maybe there is a way to let him go through this desert trip safely, but now it is no use to think about it. In addition to regret, only regret.
Feng Xuanming closed his eyes and calmed his mind, quietly feeling everything around him, fusing his entire body into the desert. If you are a tiny dust, if you are a faint cloud, fluttering in the wind, without any thoughts, without any desires, neither sad nor happy, neither sad nor complain.
Gradually, not knowing whether it was the effect of the heart or some other reason, Feng Xuanming only felt that his body had become a lot lighter, no longer so tired and weak, even the air he breathed out was light.
Feng Xuanming felt the touches from all over his limbs, and found that his sensitivity had increased a lot, and he could feel even the small insects and ants roaring.
A small ant appeared suddenly, crawling from Feng Xuanming’s fingertips to his arms, Feng Xuanming quietly dealt with all this, he closed his eyes and didn’t need to look, he could feel the ants Where to climb, what kind of posture.
The shallow tickling sensation brought to him by the ants made Feng Xuanming feel that he was still alive for the first time. He was a living person, not a skeleton like a walking dead, empty shell, empty breathing.
It was also at this time that Feng Xuanming was wandering around, only to feel a cool breeze blowing on his cheeks. The cool and refreshing breeze made Feng Xuanming open his eyes leisurely, only to realize that just now The sun still above his head suddenly disappeared, replaced by a black cloud covering the sky.
Many windy sands, blown by the cool breeze, floated in the air, as safe and comfortable as a butterfly. Feng Xuanming felt incredible when he sat up from the top of the sand dune and looked around.
A piece of red rags, which suddenly came from, blew with the strong wind, and saw Feng Xuanming stretch out his hand, grabbed it, and pulled it off. Feng Xuanming lowered his head and looked carefully at the piece of red rag in his hand, only to find that the quality of the cloth was not bad, unlike what ordinary people could have.
Feng Xuanming should have been pleased to see this cloth, because it means that there must be people around here, and the quality of the cloth is not bad, this person must be either rich or expensive, maybe he will be accompanied by entourage, chariot and horse. If you touch it, you may be able to ask for saliva and food.
But the wind in the desert always blew up suddenly and stopped suddenly. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack to find the person through the direction of the cloth. It is absolutely impossible.
Feng Xuanming couldn't help but laughed bitterly, and cut off the thought.