Yellow sea of sand.
Silent and windless.
The sun hangs high in the sky, radiating boundless heat and light to its heart's content.
The sand dunes are connected one after another, undulating, like chic tombstones.
In the back of a sand dune, sand suddenly rolled down.
This movement became bigger and bigger, and then from the agitating yellow sand, he suddenly stretched out a hand!
This hand was full of blood and scars, and he suddenly grabbed the air, seemingly stunned for a moment.
Then the next moment, the hand seemed to react, extremely excited and frantically grabbing and pushing. First the palm of the hand, then the sand swell gushed out of the arm, and the sand hole was rapidly enlarged, finally revealing a young man's head.
When this gray head was half exposed to the sand dunes, his mouth opened desperately to the maximum, and after exhaling all the stuffy air in his chest to the extreme, he greedily pumped out the scorching air.
Accompanied by violent breathing, a small amount of sand particles were sprayed from the boy's mouth and nasal cavity.
"Ahem, cough, cough!"
Then, because his breathing was too heavy, the boy coughed violently.
After coughing for a while, the boy finally calmed down and opened his eyes.
Although he was on the back of the dark sand dunes, his pupils shrank from the scorching sun, and he subconsciously narrowed his eyes into a slit.
Seeing the surrounding environment clearly, the boy still felt a sense of sinking in his heart despite his expectations: "Desert, I really arrived in the desert. I just don't know if this desert is the same as the one Cangxu and the others have been to before?"
The boy is the wire.
He almost died of suffocation. When he took his first breath of air, the most dangerous moment finally passed.
Needle Jin gasped for a moment, regained a little strength, and pulled himself out of the yellow sand with difficulty.
After officially getting out of the dilemma of being buried alive, Needle had no strength to stand up at all, and knelt directly on the ground, gasping continuously, intervaled with loud coughing.
He spat on it.
The sand in the mouth dyes the saliva light yellow.
He picked out his ears and sprayed his nose, then shook his hair with his hands, letting fine sand fall everywhere.
These movements only lasted for a short time, and Needle felt the limit of his physical strength, and he was so frightened that he immediately stopped, changing from a full kneeling motion to a half-kneeling motion.
Because he knew the dangers of this island, it was absolutely foolish to use up all his physical strength, and the other half-kneeling action allowed him to get up quickly.
The surroundings were silent, without a trace of wind.
The sun is bright and scorching during the day, baking the tawny desert.
The desert looks plain at a glance, only yellow and there is no trace of greenery.
The only noise is him.
The blonde boy no longer wanted to be as handsome and clean as usual, he was gray-haired and embarrassed.
The needle looked at all this in front of him, very vigilant, but there was no movement.
He scanned his surroundings and finally fixed his gaze on the dunes behind him.
He looked at the dune and felt like he was looking at a silent tombstone.
Although he was buried deep under the sand, it was not directly below the sand dunes. He was not buried deeply, which gave him a chance to escape.
He seized this opportunity and did not die under the tombstone of this sand dune.
Therefore, the young man laughed out loud unconsciously: "Hehehehe...... Ahem, hehehe."
He had been fleeing danger for a while, and when he was sure he was safe, joy began to well.
This feeling of joy became more and more intense, and in the next few breaths, it was so rich that it filled the boy's mind.
So much so that Needle's laughter grew louder and louder, and he also burst into tears.
He once again felt the beauty of life!
Feeling the value of every breath, he couldn't breathe at all just in Sha Shuo.
He felt his body tingling and painful—there were injuries in some places, at least one rib was broken, which made his chest hurt every time the needle breathed.
But it was this kind of pain that made him extremely happy!
This is all the joy of the rest of his life after the disaster, the joy of life is simply endless, like a huge wave set off by a tsunami that wants to overwhelm him.
In fact, this kind of experience of the rest of his life has been felt many times by needle.
The first time, strictly speaking, was the moment I just woke up. The combat consciousness contained in Needle's body helped him indirectly kill the silver demonic beast blue-haired wolf. Everything happened too quickly. Of course, hindsight also brings various emotions to the needle, but most of them are happy and afraid, and slightly less joyful.
The second time, in the cave, the needle itself had already been poisoned by fire, but he risked his life to kill the silver-level magical beast monkey-tailed brown bear. Needle Jin was almost dead, and Zidi tried her best to save him. Struggling between life and death, Needle was unconscious several times and woke up several times, and finally survived. At that time, he discovered that even an ordinary wildflower was full of the infinite loveliness and beauty of life, which could make him appreciate it for a long time.
The third time was to face the blade spider. Death approached, and Needle was still attracted by the sudden memories that emerged. Needle also thought he was going to die, but he didn't expect his body to suddenly mutate. For the rest of his life after this catastrophe, he was more suspicious and curious.
The fourth time, it was the chaotic magic brought by the mutton that eroded his body, causing him to almost die. After being saved, the young man's heart was more grateful and appreciative of his fiancée Zi Di.
The fifth time is the current disaster. After surviving a near-death, the joy of needle gold is the most ever.
"Why?" Needle savored his emotions.
Soon, he found the reason.
"It is because of this tribulation that it is the power of heaven and earth. If it's poisoned or a magical beast, I still have the ability to make a move." But in the face of such a violent storm and sand, what else can I do but be beaten? I am really lucky to be able to survive!"
If there was a choice, Needle would rather face the Warcraft himself than the raging sand that covered the sky.
It was this feeling of powerlessness and helplessness that made his joy after surviving even stronger.
"My life is hanging by a thread, and it is a fluke to be able to survive. What about Zidi and Cangxu?" A question came to mind, causing the smile on Jinjin's face to fade away.
Emotionally comforted him: These people must still be alive.
But at the same time, reason coldly told Zhen Jin: These people are more vicious than lucky, and if they survive, it is nothing more than a miracle.
Needle inevitably became worried and hoped.
The joy seemed to subside suddenly, and it was so strong just now, and now it disappeared almost instantly.
What follows is unwillingness.
The exploration team, under the leadership of Needle, finally hunted the rats, and just after a little improvement, they suffered a fatal blow.
It is fear.
If he faced the previous violent wind and sand again, would he have such luck to escape a second time?
It is helplessness and confusion.
How should he go next? Where are you going?
It's heavy.
He once secretly vowed to protect his fiancée. Is Zidi alive or dead now? If it is death, where is the body?
And as the only heir of the Hundred Needles family, he needed to win the position of the lord of Baisha City through competition, but now he was trapped on the island, on the verge of death several times, he could still escape the island alive? Will there still be a chance to shoulder the burden of revitalizing the family?
All kinds of emotions were entangled, making Needle feel difficult to breathe again.
At this moment, he felt extremely helpless and weak.
He wanted to hold back, he remembered his identity as a Templar, but his tears still dripped silently.
The needle did not wipe his tears, but watched these tears drip onto the dry sand, watching them soak the sand, making tiny pits, and trying hard to expand, but the wetness was only limited to a very small area after all.
Compared with the vast desert, no, compared to the entire sand dunes, how small and pitiful these tear pits are.
"How much it looks like me."
Needle sighed bitterly.
He prayed again from the bottom of his heart: "God, my great Emperor, you are a god on earth, and you are the one who wins forever. At this moment, Thy knights, Thy believers, Thy children, Thy children, pray for Your response, Pray for Your mercy, Pray for Your mercy, Pray for You to give me the right direction, to show me the way forward bravely......"
This prayer was full of gold and water, and the content was more abundant than ever.
A highly venomous desert viper discovers needle, and the poor teenager is quickly seen as prey by it.
The desert viper quietly approached, its scales very close to the color of the sand, and the S-shaped curve moved not only fast but also silent at all.
When the distance approached, the desert viper catapulted up from behind the pins!
But the next moment, the needle did not look back, but stretched out his hand and caught the viper in mid-air.
The viper opened its mouth wide, the snake letter expanded and contracted, and struggled frantically, but its throat was choked by the golden hand.
The viper's snake's body was more than half a meter long and wrapped around Needle's arm.
But the needle was motionless, whether it was his half-kneeling body or his arms, it was like iron.
The needle no longer prayed, but quietly listened to the last neighing of the viper's life journey.
He was silent and never looked up, so when the viper was strangled to death, it did not see the face of its mortal enemy clearly.
The sun rises higher and higher.
The surface of the desert was hot, and the air in the distance was scorching and distorted.
A blond boy slowly walked out of the back of the dunes, like a drop of water, into the vast desert.
This young man had a handsome face, but at the moment he was gray and his clothes were tattered.
On his shoulder was a dead desert viper, like a chain.
This viper is different from the usual one, with a spiral at its tail, reminiscent of a metal spring made by a goblin.
On this hellish island, even an ordinary snake looks weird.
Needle didn't shed any more tears, and he became expressionless.
He knew a truth -
God may have mercy, knights may have mercy, and people may have mercy......
However, it is not in nature.