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Yellow sand everywhere, not even a weed, dead silence.

Song Shuhang smiled bitterly, he never learned how to survive in the desert. Moreover, he is now in repair, he cannot be in remote valley, and today he is out without the remote valley dan.

Did his life finally come to an end - Sung Shuhang passed on July 3, 2019?

And then, Pawn?

“I don't want to die like this, I can't give up... I was sent into this desert when I pushed my door open. If Senior Bai were home with the beans, you would have noticed something was wrong.” Song Shuhang rubbed his temple and analyzed it calmly.

Should I be able to rescue myself if I detect any abnormality in the cultivation of the seven spiritual privileges of Senior White?

Now, all you have to do is hang on. If possible, it is best to leave the desert. At least... we need to find the water first.

Put away your phone and try to walk in a straight line in this desert.

The desert is bare, and there's not even an identifier. Plus, without the Sun and Moon stars positioned in the sky, even if Song Shu sailed with great eyesight, it would be difficult to keep a straight line all the time, he could only do his best.

This desert, by the way, has a lot of weirdness. There is no sun in the sky, but the desert is still bright and warm. Do ghosts know where all this light and heat comes from? Doesn't the world have to abide by the law of energy?

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Go, go, keep walking for about ten minutes.

Song Shuhang's eyes can still see yellow sand, no plants, no animals, nothing but yellow sand, dead silence.

Such a pale and monotonous world, for a long time, can easily cause a nervous breakdown.

“Even a fly would be nice.” Song Shuhang exclaimed. Even if he had a fly at this time, he wouldn't dislike the other person's buzzing annoyance.

As he sighed, he suddenly heard a bell of delight in the distance.

Looking up, only far away from the desert, one man was slowly approaching himself.

It was a young man in a green shirt with a white horse, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with red teeth and white skin like jade stone, such a handsome teenager.

Finally, there's someone alive! Song Shuhang exclaimed in his heart.

At this time, the young man in green shirt also saw Song Shuhang, and suddenly he shouted joyfully: “Xiaobai, Xiaobai! I finally found you. ”

Song Shuhang wonders: Is the ‘Little White’ in the mouth of this teenager really himself?

Did I not only cross this time, but also the soul? You didn't even bring your own body?

That's not true! I even have my phone around! Moreover, the clothes on the body, the hearts and minds that have just been opened, the eyes and the ghosts that have shrunk into a bunch of hearts and minds can prove that this is their body, not their souls!

“White, where have you been? I thought you were going to get lost.” The teenager in green shirt came to Song Shuhang, his teeth smiled and the sun was bright.

“Hey, buddy, you got the wrong guy, didn't you?” Song Shuhang met the other party in an ancient costume and gave him a boxing salute, asked.

But the young man in the green shirt was strange. As if he didn't hear Song Shuhang's words, he first put Mara aside and then turned to Song Shuhang channel: “Bai, can we practice boxing? ”

Song Shuhang frowned: “Little brother, who are you? And... you must be mistaken, I'm not your white mouth. ”

But the teenager in green shirt smiled gently, his figure moved, like a tiger to Song Shuhang.

In the hidden space, Song Shuhang even saw behind the teenager in green shirt a fictional tiger, Tiger Xiaoshan Forest, slapping his hand towards his head. If he does, maybe he'll blow his brains out.

“Shit, can't we have a nice chat?!” Song Shuhang reached into his paw and fastened to the wrist of the young man in green shirt - basic boxing technique, three! At the same time, this claw implicitly changes and can be converted into a palm knife at any time, such as a knife axe to kill the enemy.

“Hee-hee.” The teenager in the green shirt smiled and seemed to see the change in Song Shuhang's boxing. He suddenly changed his moves and turned his palm into a finger, pointing out.

His pointing point was that Song Shuhang's fist broke, which made Song Shuhang suffer greatly, forcing him to change his moves.

Song Shuhanghua claw is straight fist: basic boxing method one!

Fist like heavy cannon, straight forward, no skill, to persuade people.

“Hip!” the young man in green shirt continued to laugh, his fingers turned, and the lightning quickly dotted on Song Shuhang's wrist.

Song Shuhang felt only a right fist and a hemp. A powerful blow was easily cracked. He rubbed his wrist and took two quick steps back.

The young man in green shirt did not take the opportunity to attack, but stared quietly at the book sailing, laughing innocently: “Again, White! ”

“Basic boxing, two!” Song Shuhang decisively changed his moves, fisting like a meteor, turned into a fist storm, crazily smashed into a young man in green shirt. If you can't get it, win it in quantity and speed!

However, the young man's body is like a windy willow, swinging gently from left to right.

Song Shuhang's lightning fist rubbed all over him! I didn't hurt him!

Is the fist too slow?

“Drink!” Song Shuhang detonated the qi and blood force in his heart, and continued to carry out the 'basic boxing method II’. Under the effect of qi and blood, the fist became faster and more lethal, erupting like a machine gun.

The teenager still smiled and suddenly jumped up slightly, temporarily withdrawing from Song Shuhang's fist attack range. He then pointed it out again.

His eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, this finger crossed Song Shuhang's fierce stormy fist and dotted on Song Shuhang's right shoulder.

Song Shuhang's shoulder was numb, his fist lost its strength, and 'Basic Fist II' was broken.

With this pointer, the young man in green shirt was halfway empty, his waist twisted, and the whole person spun a whip leg toward Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was broken, old force exhausted, new force unborn. It took a solid leg to get kicked out and rolled in the desert for several laps to take the impact.

The young man in the green shirt giggled: "White, come again! ”

A lunatic?

Song Shuhang's heart was depressed... but he had to keep doing it. If he doesn't, the blue boy will come and beat him up! He wasn't lying flattened, he wasn't beaten, he was rebellious!

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Fifteen minutes later, Song Shuhang used the Vajra Basic Fist Law from beginning to end, but didn't even touch the corner of the juvenile's clothes.

After Song Shuhang used every punch method, the young man in green shirt finally pointed out. His fingers, like ‘Nine Swords of Solitude’, each point, will light the breaking of Song Shuhang's boxing method, breaking his boxing method.

Thanks to his blessings, Song Shuhang knew many of his boxing errors, and when he carried them out again, these blooms were made up by him.

Fifteen minutes went by again.

One more visit to the Vajra Basic Fist Law was completed, but, like the last time, the corner of the young man in green shirt was not even touched. Likewise, Song Shuhang was finally deciphered by a finger. Song Shuhang did not know how many times he had been spotted. He was numb all over his body.

“Hee-hee.“ The young man in the green shirt laughed, still said: “Come again, White! ”

“Basic boxing, two!” Song Shuhang bit his teeth tight, and he found that when dealing with the fingers like the ‘Lonely Nine Swords' of a young man in green shirt, only the basic boxing method II was the most effective.

The reason why they are still cracked by the young men in green shirts is because they are not fast enough and not enough punches have been fired!

Whether it is a force to demote ten wisdom, not to break fast, not to break awkwardness, as long as a force reaches the extreme, it will have an odd effect.

Song Shuhang simply stopped using other boxing methods and went mad with his heart and blood, only buried his head with 'basic boxing method II’. Just do it, don't want anything.

About half an hour later...

Song Shuhang paraded the ground, can't rise again.

His whole body was pointing in the fingers of the young man in the green shirt, like electric shock, occasional convulsions.

“Nah, White, that's it for today. I'll come back tomorrow!” The teenager with the green shirt smiled and rolled over his horse.

Soon the teenager disappeared into Song Shuhang's sight as the bell rang and Tinker Bell rang.

“Don't bother, you have to go, at least take me with you!” Song Shuhang yelled in the back, but his numb body could not get up.

He had to lie down and twitch. Then he watched the young man disappear without a trace.

What is this?

Song Shuhang laid down on the burning sand for a long time. The red dot on his body, dotted with fingers by the teenager in green shirt, finally disappeared. He finally recovered his strength and stood up.

“Bastard.” Song Shuhang whispered, "Where did you beat someone up and throw them in the desert?

Don't let me see you again, or... or... shit, even if I meet that boy again, I can't beat him myself?

If I ever see him again, I can't do anything about it.

Tinker Bell ~ ~ A string of delightful horse bells rang.

Song Shuhang looked up and saw only a young man in green shirt holding a white horse and approaching Song Shuhang quickly.

Did you finally find your conscience and come back to find yourself? Song Shuhang's heart secretly said.

“White, where have you been? I thought you were going to get lost.” The teenager in green shirt joyfully ran to Song Shuhang, his teeth smiled and the sun was bright.

Wait a minute. Does that sound familiar?

“We just met, okay?” Song Shuhang was angry.

However, the young man in green shirt ignored Song Shuhang's roar. He put Mara aside and then turned to Song Shu Hangdao: “Bai, can we practice knife? ”

“Again? I just finished my boxing with you, my body is breaking up! Besides, I haven't learned how to do it. How can I practice it with you?” Song Shuhang roared. Besides, didn't you say you'd come back for me in a day? Why are you looking at me again?

But the young man in green shirt, like he could not hear Song Shuhang, removed two identical long knives from the horse's back and threw one of them at Song Shuhang.

The knife is cool and bright. It's a good knife for blowing hair!

Song Shuhang snorted coldly. If they didn't listen to themselves, why should I torment them with you? He stepped back and the knife fell in front of him.

Song Shuhang embraced his hands and made a ‘non-cooperative’ gesture!

One clap doesn't clap, that's the point.