I am a living immortal.

The killing was going on in the desert, but it did not cause any disturbance in the desert, because the death of thousands of people was too common in this desert. Sometimes, it could be done by just a storm.

Just as the king said, in this treacherous desert, human life may not be worth as much as a pot of water.

But killing the chicken to scare the monkeys still made many monkeys who were ready to make a move calm down. Many people who witnessed it with their own eyes were quietly collecting information about who this group of people were.

All kinds of news and rumors were flying around those large oases from top to bottom. Although the war had not broken out, people knew from various news reports that there was a fertile oasis somewhere. In this oasis, there were beads that could be transformed into thousands of shapes, inexhaustible water resources, gold and jewelry everywhere, and fertile fields that stretched as far as the eye could see. It was the center of the entire desert and the richest place.

This time, there was no panic, but rather a migration frenzy.

Many water seekers changed their routes and headed towards the heart of the desert, the legendary Fertile Desert.

The same goes for caravans. Several large caravans formed several explorer caravans, marching towards the legend under the yellow sand, determined to open up this golden trade route. Wherever there is profit, there they will be.

Even if it's a legend...even if it's a rumor, but what if? Losing the bet is no big deal, but what if you win the bet?

Whether it's the tribes in the desert or these businessmen, they seem to be born to love gambling, gambling on interests, gambling on lives, gambling on the future. The difference lies in the different bets. But it's also true that the descendants of refugees and war criminals have these things engraved in their bones. They keep gambling, either losing or winning, either living or dying. No matter how tenacious or extreme it is, under the scale of time, those who survive are all winners of the gamble, and the reward they get is a civilization that is good at gambling and taking risks, one oasis after another.

"What a magical place." A young man sitting on a camel couldn't help but exclaim at what he heard and saw along the way.

"Who says it isn't?"

"But does that fertile oasis really exist?" another woman said.

"It should exist. Even if it's just a rumor, it might not be as exaggerated as they say. But there's no smoke without fire. Maybe it's the same place we're looking for. After all, there are rumors about Dragon Ball..."

The young man spread out the bead in his hand. The bead was a little cloudy, but when he pointed it at the sun, the cloudy part in the bead seemed to push away the clouds and mist, revealing the dragon pattern inside.

The woman saw her brother looking at the ancestral bead, shaking his head and sighing, "I really shouldn't have believed your words so easily. Grandfather's words were just random and foolish. I followed you into this boundless desert, in search of a legend whose truth or falsity is unknown."

"Now that I'm here, isn't this a little different from what you imagined? The south of the Yangtze River has gentle breezes and beautiful waters, but here the sun hangs high in the sky, and the vast expanse of yellow sand is beyond your imagination."

"If you don't come, the artificial mountains and water in the courtyard will make you miserable for the rest of your life. With your personality, you definitely can't stand it. It's better to find a reason to leave."

The woman heard her brother's words but did not argue. Instead, she asked, "What about you? I don't want to be trapped in my boudoir, so why did you leave?"

"Me? I'm just an abandoned child. Does grandpa really want to find the dragon to repay his kindness? He can't bear to give up his official position, his vast wealth, his fertile land, and his beautiful concubines. He's afraid of retaliation, so he's acting out this act of repaying kindness with his own family. If he truly wants to keep his promise, he won't trade his bloodline for peace of mind."

"I have no choice. Emotionally, I am the oldest in this generation. Do I want your brothers who are only thirteen or fourteen years old to come? Logically, as the eldest son, I show my sincerity." The young man shook his head. After all, the grandfather still holds the power in the family. Although he is the eldest son, his father is hopeless and he is not liked by his grandfather. This person is the most suitable candidate.

"Why are you so sad? Let me tell you, there's nothing wrong with coming out. You have plenty of gold and silver, food and drink, and people are protecting you. Just treat it as a trip to enjoy the scenery. You may not be able to find the so-called dragon, don't you think... Zheng Chun?" The young man laughed freely and said to the young man with a cold face next to him.

"Yes, Master."

Zheng Chun is the bodyguard of the two men. He is an expert in martial arts and has been trained by the Zheng family at great expense since he was a child. He has been a martial arts genius picked out of ten thousand since he was a child. He was also given the surname Zheng, which shows how much the Zheng family values ​​him.

Their grandfather had put a lot of thought into this to make him feel at ease. In addition to Zheng Chun, there were ten other guards, each of whom had considerable martial arts skills. This could be seen from the fact that they were able to walk safely from the Zheng family in Jiangnan to this vast desert.

After entering the desert, we were guided by local people. It was not 100% safe, but it was almost certain. Just as the young man said, it was not bad to come out. The environment outside was a little harsh, but we were free.

"You are quite free and easy." The woman laughed.

"If I really ask you to find that dragon, you'll cry when I ask you to repay my kindness."

"If I were to find it, I would have found it long ago. What kind of dragon would stay in the desert? Besides, if I find it, I'll just repay the favor. It's fate." The young man looked indifferent.

Such a team walked across the desert, raising a long trail of dust.

The locals led the way. As long as we avoided areas prone to sandstorms and had water and food, the journey was not as difficult as we had imagined, except that it was a little dry, which made some people who were used to living in a humid environment feel a little uncomfortable.

"There is an oasis ahead... maybe we can take a short rest." said a local standing on the sand dune and looking into the distance.

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Mirage, in the white jade pavilion.

"You can actually save lives?" This was the first time Su Mu had heard of this. She asked Shenlong while looking at the scene in the clouds.

"Of course... it's impossible. There is a price, but it seems that human is not willing to pay the price." The Mirage Dragon had already sensed it when the young man took out the Mirage Pearl.

"What price?"

"soul………"

"You still need an ordinary soul?"

"No, I'm just killing time. To live a long and healthy life, one must find some fun. A hundred years pass in the blink of an eye, so I made a bet with that mortal. But now it seems that time can change a person beyond recognition."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"I accept the loss." Mirage Dragon showed a cruel smile.

But he quickly put this little amusement behind him, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Now it's interesting, those old dragons seem to be in trouble, your plan seems to have gone wrong."

"Let me see."

The mirage dragon didn't seem annoyed by the commanding tone. He blew out a puff of mist, and a clear picture appeared before his eyes. On top of a towering snow-capped mountain, a monk in a cassock and holding a tin stick blocked the path of several old dragons...