The little cousin of the group is actually a genius in cultivating immortals

On the sand sea side, the giant scorpion that was originally encountered by the two warriors was dealt with by Zhao Wenting and his eight men.

But this undoubtedly reveals that this desert still has many potential dangers.

At night, they rested around the fire.

"Commander Zhao, you should rest first. We will be in charge of keeping watch tonight."

The two people who were rescued by Zhao Wenting felt ashamed and grateful to Zhao Wenting at this moment. They took the initiative to ask Zhao Wenting to be responsible for the night watch.

Zhao Wenting looked at the two of them and nodded: "In the desert, there are more dangers at night than during the day. You must pay attention to safety and wake everyone up in time if anything happens."

"it is good."

In dreams, everything seems so real, yet with a hint of hazy beauty.

Push open the door to the restaurant of the mansion.

Under the gorgeous lily chandelier.

Stir-fried bacon with dried bamboo shoots, stir-fried pork with celery, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded pork with cabbage and black fungus, lotus root and pork ribs soup... A table is filled with steaming dishes. In addition to the aroma of the vegetables that tempts the taste buds, the air is also mixed with a faint floral scent.

He turned his head and saw that the fragrant flower arrangement had been replaced at the entrance.

This was a ritual her mother had at home.

[Is it possible... that she is back? ]

With an incredulous, inquiring look, he walked to the kitchen door.

He saw the familiar figure that had appeared in his dreams many times.

[Is it her? Is she really back? ]

"Oh no! It's a swarm of scorpions!"

The noisy sounds around shattered the warmth in the room. When Zhao Wenting woke up, his eyes were dark and moist.

After seeing the real scene around him clearly, he frowned, and a biting cold air instantly enveloped his whole body.

"Call up the others." Zhao Wenting said in a deep voice, looking at the tall and dark scorpion shadow in the distance.

In less than five minutes, they were surrounded by scorpions coming from all directions.

Zhao Wenting took the lead and took a step towards the giant poisonous scorpion in front of him. The orange flame in his hand turned into a sharp sword in his palm. The extremely sharp blade flashed with cold light and transparent orange flame.

"Sa——!"

He simply swung the sword in his hand, and the scorpion's claws broke in front of him, spraying out smelly blood.

The poisonous scorpion didn't expect that the prey in front of it would be so ferocious. It took a few steps back in pain, then opened its mouth and roared angrily at Zhao Wenting.

The other giant poisonous scorpions around looked in its direction and then roared as well.

"Scorpions are afraid of fire. Their weakest parts are their abdomen and chelicerae. Be careful of their stingers."

After warning the people around him, Zhao Wenting took the lead and rushed towards the giant poisonous scorpion in front of him, dragging his sword.

Zhao Wenting ignored the waving tail and ferocious face of the giant poisonous scorpion in front of him. He raised his sword and stabbed it diagonally. The giant scorpion, which was still howling just now, was instantly split in half and collapsed!

The dirty, smelly blood splashed, and the dim light from the fire reflected the man's cold face. There was no fear, no excitement, and even no trace of being a human being in his dark eyes.

At that moment, Liang Chuxin felt shocked!

[What on earth has this person been through? How could he be so calm and composed? This must be the legendary "killing without blinking an eye."]

At this moment, Zhao Wenting looked like a killing machine without any emotions.

Half an hour later, the terrifying roar of the scorpion disappeared. Instead, there was the whistling of the biting cold wind and the shouting of a nearly insane soldier:

"Die! Die! All of you die! Ah! You monsters!"

He stood alone a little distance from the fire, constantly wielding the sharp sword made of spiritual power in his hand. He slashed back and forth, without distinguishing front from back, left from right. He seemed to have gone crazy with killing.

"It's over! Lao Yang!"

"It's over! We have killed all the monsters!"

One of the soldiers saw him like this and shouted at him.

"What? Is it...over?"

Old Yang gradually regained consciousness and fell to the sand without any strength. He gasped for breath and muttered, "It's over! It's finally... over."

"Old Yang, are you okay?" The man who had just called him immediately stepped forward to help him up, with a worried look on his face.

"If we keep consuming like this every day, we won't be able to hold out for long. And we are short of water and food now." Liang Chuxin saw that Old Yang's mood gradually stabilized. She walked closer to Zhao Wenting and said, "What should we do next?"

His face was grim, and like everyone else, his body was splattered with blood. He looked around at everyone in silence. Two of them had died in the battle, and the original team of 8 people was reduced to 6 in just half an hour.

He said in a deep voice: "Rest here, set off at dawn tomorrow morning, and continue heading south."

Everyone was cold, hungry and thirsty and no longer wanted to sleep.

Looking at the fire that was crackling and occasionally emitting sparks, my thoughts were flowing.

With Zhao Wenting's tacit consent, deputy team leader Zhang Ming searched the remaining food and water bags from the two deceased teammates and distributed them to the living people present.

"Why go south?" Liang Chuxin asked puzzledly.

"We made this judgment by observing the distribution of surrounding vegetation and the flight direction of birds that hunt during the day."

Zhao Wenting's voice was muffled. He lowered his head and covered his chest, his lips were pale.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Liang Chuxin asked with a frown, realizing it belatedly.

However, before Zhao Wenting could answer, he fell to the ground in pain. He pointed at the backpack beside him.

Finally, Liang Chuxin helped him take out the special honey and transferred spiritual power into his body.

"It seems like you didn't just get sick, did you?" Liang Chuxin asked suspiciously when she saw that he was much better.

Zhao Wenting put away his honey jar and did not answer. He just asked: "Why do you want to transfer your spiritual power to me?"

"Because we are all the ones who have to go back to see her."

Liang Chuxin's expression was still indifferent, and then she turned her head to look to the south: "I don't know if Brother Yan Mu has returned to the headquarters, but I believe we can definitely get out of this hellhole."

Perhaps because of the recurrence of his old illness, Zhao Wenting did not hear clearly what Liang Chuxin said next, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already daybreak.

"This is the souvenir I want to give her. There are two identical ones. If only one of us makes it back, please help me hand it to her." Liang Chuxin munched on the compressed biscuits in her hand with a serious look on her face while handing the stone with strange facial features carved on it to Zhao Wenting.

Zhao Wenting was stunned for a moment, and asked coldly: "Is there no one else in the world that you care about besides her?"

"Are you jealous?" Liang Chuxin looked at him coldly, unwilling to be outdone, with a malicious smile in her eyes; then she laughed at herself and said, "No, after all, I am a person who should not exist."

Zhao Wenting's eyes seemed deep and calm, but at this moment, under his calm face, the fingers holding the stone with strange facial features suddenly tightened, and his dark eyes were adorned with a little bit of coldness:

"You approached her because of the Liang family army, right?"

With extremely fast speed, Zhao Wenting's palm had already restrained Liang Chuxin's fair neck, and the veins on his hand were throbbing.

"That was true at the beginning, but... before I knew it, I got used to everything about her."

Unknowingly, she had become a very important person to him.

Warm tears seeped from the corners of Liang Chuxin's eyes and finally slid down her thin cheeks.

"That's better!" Zhao Wenting let go of her hand, and Liang Chuxin collapsed to the ground instantly.

"Don't worry, it's just a handicraft at most. I won't hurt her, absolutely not!" Liang Chuxin glanced at the stone tightly held in Zhao Wenting's hand and said with a firm look in her eyes.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up and walked towards the dead scorpions lying nearby. With a "swish" sound, he cut off a stinger from the scorpion's tail and threw it to Liang Chuxin.

"If you go back and I don't, please give this to her on my behalf."

Liang Chuxin held the bloody stinger in both hands, and her mouth twitched:

"I really...should thank you on her behalf!"

[Is this the legendary straight man? ! ]

Liang Chuxin rolled her eyes inwardly.