Desert Survival, when I entered a month in advance

Feng Chan immediately decided to set off. Since she had already made a contract with the Wolf King, there was no need for her to lie to herself.

"By the way, is there anything else in the cave?" They have lived there for so long, they must have killed a lot of creatures.

Wolf King: "No, we can't use those things. Only some wolves who are playful will pick some up."

Feng Chan couldn't help but feel sorry after hearing this: "Did the eagle drop anything else?"

Wolf King: "No more."

Well, Feng Chan felt a little regretful for a moment and planned to put the Wolf King into the pet space. The Wolf King looked at her legs in confusion, and they ran very slowly.

Feng Chan felt the Wolf King's contempt, and she suddenly smiled: "How about you take me with you?"

The wolf king took a step back cautiously. It was not impossible: "Bring water and prey." He and his brothers still needed to eat.

Feng Chan immediately took the water back, but the eagle was too heavy and too big to fit into one compartment.

"That's easy." After the wolf king said that, he went to gnaw on the meat next to the eagle's corpse. At its signal, the younger brother also joined in the eating. Normally, the hierarchy must be clear, but since the master was anxious, it would reluctantly help her.

The eagle weighing two or three hundred pounds was mostly eaten in less than five minutes. Feng Chan cut off its wings with a knife and put them away. The meat and bones fit perfectly into one grid. The grade was blue, and it was unknown whether the two things dropped by the eagle were too little or too much.

The wolf king's health quickly recovered to 290 after eating, and the remaining 10 points of health still needed to be absorbed a little to fully recover.

Feng Chan stood beside the wolf king with a smile, and after getting its consent, she sat on him. The wolves came over curiously to get close and sniff him, and the wolf king suddenly doubled in size.

Originally, Feng Chan's feet were still touching the ground, but now they were directly lifted into the air. She was a little scared, but she was mostly surprised: "You can still grow bigger, amazing."

Hearing Feng Chan's praise, the wolf king was in a good mood. He shook his tail a few times and then forced it down.

The wolf king let out a howl and ran towards the front left first. The wolves followed behind him. Jindou was also mixed in, but he was a little behind. Feng Chan wanted to put it into the pet space, but it was unwilling and insisted on running with them, so she just let it be.

The wolf king controlled his speed so that his younger brothers could keep up, but Feng Chan, who was sitting on his back, still felt it was very fast. He was worthy of being the wolf king with a speed value of 28.

It would have taken at least two hours to walk, but we arrived in just half an hour.

Feng Chan got off the horse, no, got off the wolf and rubbed her butt. She was not a professional and her butt was suffering as she followed her.

The worst off was Jindou. It was the first time he had run for such a long time since he was upgraded. Plus, it was dry and hot here. If the desert wasn't too hot, he would have lay down and not wanted to move.

Feng Chan took out some water and gave it to the 13 little ones, no, the big ones to drink. Amidst the gulping sounds, she carefully looked at the 'Sun' Gate in front of her.

The Cloud Gate, which emits a light orange-red light, does not have any carvings. After asking the Wolf King, I learned that it is called the Sun Gate because its color is the same as the sun.

The reason was simply impeccable. After they finished drinking the water, Feng Chan suddenly thought that there was no sun here. How did it know the color of the sun?

She didn't hide it and said whatever she thought.

Wolf King: "I wasn't here from the beginning."

Seeing that the Wolf King didn't want to talk about the details, Feng Chan didn't ask any further questions. She packed them into the pet space and stepped in, but before going in, she replied to Qiao Zhi.

Except for the inability to communicate in the maze at the beginning, as long as two people are on the same floor, they can send and receive messages normally.

Qiao Zhi had just dealt with a vulture. Her luck was neither good nor bad. The vulture was not of high level, so she dealt with it relatively easily. Only a green disposable card and a note dropped.

Seeing the message sent by Feng Chan, she replied with thanks. On the note was a direction reminder, which now seemed to be the location of the portal.

Feng Chan always felt that she was lagging behind everyone else, but in fact she was the fastest one. It was difficult to walk in the desert, and she didn't know her destination, so she could only walk aimlessly. However, the location of everyone's portal was random, and some people were close and were about to find it.

Fourth floor.

It was unexpectedly small, and the surroundings were pitch black, except for the center of about 100 square meters, which was lit. The flat and smooth ground did not have a trace of dust.

Feng Chan frowned and walked closer, and an option appeared in front of her.

Kill one person and pass through the illusion.

Feng Chan had guessed it almost by looking at the name. In order to go to the next level, one must choose one of the two, and the one to be killed must be the player who is also participating in the competition.

However, players who dare to choose to kill one person are probably not easy to deal with. Feng Chan chose to go through the illusion. As soon as she clicked confirm, her consciousness fell into chaos. She forgot everything that happened before, and her memory went back to her senior year of high school.

A middle-aged man with a square face and fair skin, which is rare in the countryside, sat on a starched wooden chair.

In the main hall, Feng Chan, with a young face but hard-to-hidden fatigue, was kneeling on the cement floor. She was wearing a thick but not warm school uniform, and her pants were just a pair of washed-out jeans. The temperature of the ground seemed to penetrate her bones through the fabric.

"Don't read from now on. I have found a good match for you."

The man's casual words ruined all her years of hard work. She knew that she was just an ordinary person with average IQ, so she worked hard to get into the top 985 of the school. It was still possible for her to get into 211 and in the college entrance examination.

She also knew that resistance was useless, so she lowered her head and said silently: "How much money did he give you?"

Feng Dashan was not angry when his identity was exposed. All women have to get married, and it doesn't matter whether they marry early or late. Money is the most important thing.

"Why are you saying such harsh words? That's called a betrothal gift. I've raised you all this time just waiting for this day."

Feng Chan became increasingly silent, and the resentment in her heart grew wildly.

His mother died in the fifth grade of Fengchan Primary School due to domestic violence and illness that he had no money to treat.

In her memory, although her mother was serious, she would give her the best she could. She would work hard, but she could not withstand Feng Dashan's gambling. No matter how much money she earned, it would be taken away. If she didn't give the money, her mother would be punched again and again.

Feng Chan had no concept of divorce when she was a child. It was only when she grew up that she learned that divorce was possible. She really wanted to ask her mother why she didn't divorce, but she no longer had the chance.

Children in rural areas have to grow up early. After her mother died, Feng Chan was able to take care of herself. Her father would often come back from gambling half a month or even one or two months later. He would give Feng Chan a few hundred yuan every time he won, and the most he had ever won was one thousand yuan, but that was only once.

There is one exception. If he loses money the next day, he will immediately come back and take the money for Feng Chan. Losing money is the norm.

At first, Feng Chan couldn't stand the punches and had to give it to him. But after one or two times, she learned her lesson and immediately used the money to buy long-lasting rice, oil and basic necessities of life.

Feng Dashan couldn't get the money back, so he gradually gave less and less, and two hundred yuan at a time was considered a lot.

He would be very happy two days a year, because junior high school student Feng Chan received a scholarship for poor students, which was 4000 yuan per semester.