Seeing the green, everyone took advantage of this excitement and rushed for another day. When they stopped in dust, they could already see the outlines of the mountains in the distance.

In front of the bonfire, Old Wade swept away the gloom and worry of the previous few days, and took out a bottle of desert spirits with excitement: "Come on! Thank you for your hard work!"

It can be seen that Old Wade was under great psychological pressure during this period and was finally about to leave the desert. Old Wade was in a good mood, and even treated Little Wade much more and more kind.

The flames reflected the dusty old face of Old Wade. The small round pot "gulp" was bubbled, mixed with cured meat foam and several cheap seasonings, rolling in the soup.

On the charred wooden stick, there were a few pieces of thin white bread. The golden white bread gradually emitted a wheat fragrance under the licking of flames. Although the wheat fragrance was a bit deeper, it was much better than the unchewable dried potato and grain cakes, both taste and nutrition.

After taking a sip of strong wine, Old Wade's face became red and he spoke loudly: "Don't be polite, let's have a good time today!"

Little Wade sipped his spirits absent-mindedly, his eyes falling on the priceless goods from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tara's two smart big eyes stared firmly at the broth in the small round pot, and licked her lips from time to time, which was so cute.

Rick smiled and raised his glass, his voice also made a little more relaxed: "Dad made a lot of money this time, right?"

A hint of gratitude and pride flashed across Old Wade's face, but he opened his mouth and became "how can you make money" and "only guaranteed capital."

Rick didn't say it out loud, just lowered his head to drink, his eyes accidentally swept over Tara's neck.

Eat and drink, the night passes quickly.

We walked happily for two consecutive days, and it was very close to the nearest desert town.

Old Wade's face was filled with an unconcealed smile. Every night, he could hear him sleeping while humming the Satsuma grass-head song.

The night is getting deeper. At the current speed, you will be able to reach the nearest Lushui Town at noon tomorrow.

Rick lay in a brand new tent, smelling the smell of leather on the thick cable cloth, rubbing the snakeskin scabbard in his palm, waiting silently for something.

The ears moved, Rick's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned over immediately.

Waiting for a while, the sound gradually faded away, and Rick slowly opened his eyes and his eyes flashed.

Majoring in monsters not only gave Rick a lot of monster knowledge, but also gave the former country boy a little more calm.

During this period of time, Rick found that the closer he was to Green Water Town, the more confused the little Wade's expression became. But when he really got to the near Green Water Town, Little Wade calmed down.

Rick did not have the ability to figure out the human heart, but except for the cheerful old Wade and Tara who was curious about everything, it seemed that Rick was the only one in the caravan who noticed Little Wade's abnormality.

Old Wade was so happy that he didn't care about his son's abnormality. In other words, even if he discovered his son's abnormal behavior, this irritable and paranoid father would not care too much.

Waiting quietly, Rick didn't know what he was waiting for, but he just felt that something was going to happen.

Three hours later, the more intense vibration woke up the old Wade who was sleeping sweetly: "Horse Beast?" Old Wade traveled around the world and immediately heard that this was the movement of the horse beast as it galloped.

Putting on his clothes and holding the short knife firmly in his hand, Old Wade whispered to his son, but received no response.

Old Wade's face darkened and he cursed "Bad!"

Immediately, I ran to Tara's tent, and as soon as I ran to Tara's tent, a loud and melodious whistle sounded from not far away.

Old Wade's face changed, and he immediately protected Tara's tent, staring at the group of extremely arrogant and fast-catching enemies.

These enemies are indeed very ostentatious. Under the bright moonlight, the scimitar shines backwards and waves excitedly in his hands, and loud whistles are coming one after another. Listening to the sound, he has faintly surrounded the camp.

Old Wade tried hard to calm himself down. Even though his legs were a little weak, the stubborn old man still stood bravely at the front of the camp.

"Which brother is it? I am..." Old Wade trembled slightly, but his still loud voice rang in the silent desert.

Rick slowly stood behind Old Wade, giving the old man who was supporting himself a hint of gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you, little brother!"

Rick nodded, his eyes crossed these second-rate masked sand thieves, looking at a very familiar figure who was dodging into the crowd: "Little Wade?!"

Rick's voice was not loud, but Old Wade heard it very clearly.

Looking down Rick's gaze in disbelief, Old Wade was stunned, as if he could not accept his son's betrayal, and stood there in a daze.

After a while, Old Wade suddenly looked elegant and covered his chest and fell to the ground. His chest was undulating violently, like a broken bellows: "A bad beast! A bad beast!!" Old Wade's eyes widened, he grabbed his chest and his clothes hard, making him breathing difficult.

Rick hurriedly helped Old Wade up and looked at the bandits getting closer and closer without expression.

These bandits were obviously third-rate guys. Only two people rode horses and beasts, while the rest were riding a kind of short-legged wild donkey. The wild donkey's two short-legged legs were not slow to twitch, but the image was a bit devastating.

However, at this time, these bandits were full of evil spirits, which overshadowed the funny feeling.

Rick had sharp eyes and quickly counted the number of the bandits.

It sounded so loud, but after a closer look, there were only at most six or seven people, but it was just a starter, which seemed to be crowded.

Little Wade's face was gloomy, and he rode on a disobedient female donkey, and urged the thin little boss: "Do it, hurry up and do it!" For Little Wade, facing his biological father's gaze, he doubled his pressure.

The little leader probably usually lives with his head shrank. He is too big a caravan, a small bandit like him, dare not show up at all, otherwise he might be able to steal whom.

However, those who usually trade near the desert basically come in groups and rarely encounter such family-style caravans.

But as long as they encounter it once, it will be enough for them to spend a while. If they meet someone like Old Wade who is willing to invest in capital, they can even buy one or two horses and beasts.

So after Wade came to him, the little leader was immediately shocked by the wealth described in Wade's words.

Of course, the little leader would not trust others so easily, but Wade was prepared for many days of planning and stole two easy-to-carry goods. After the little leader saw it, the other party agreed to his request with a smile.

After being impressed enough, the little leader pointed in his mouth and whistled loudly. The bandits around him turned their donkey heads and rushed over.
Chapter completed!