Every year, he walked briskly to the next day, but he quietly led her around the giant scorpion.

"Are you going to get this big guy away?" Niannian asked curiously.

"Just just get away with the venom, it's not very useful if anything else." Shi Sui paused and turned around and pointed at the scorpion tail.

Looking back every year, I found that someone was already busy at the scorpion tail. And looking at the containers and knives in the hands of those people, it was obviously much more cautious than when they took the scorpion poison just now.

"You," it was a year-old dinner that drew back every year's attention, "How did you do it just now?"

"What to do?" Although I was prepared for it, I was still a little nervous when facing the eyes that were so sensible that I saw the fire.

"Can you tell me what you thought about when you were shooting arrows in the sky just now?" Shi Sui withdrew her gaze and turned her head slightly to look at her side.

They had already walked to the head of the giant scorpion, and the two huge black glass-shaped eyeballs at the front had frozen, reflecting the sunlight above their heads coldly.

"I" hesitated for a moment, "I just thought of the wind."

"wind"

Shisui repeated in a low voice, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, pointed to the giant scorpion's eyes and asked Nian Nian, "What did you think of when you look at this?"

Nian Nian glanced at him strangely, "No need to look, this is a dead scorpion."

"What is the antonym of the dead scorpion?" Shi Sui turned around, as if he was observing the two eyes intently. His strange serious attitude also caused Ni Nian to turn around and stare at the two eyes.

"You're alive." Every year I looked at them, only two foggy black balls were seen.

"What kind of scorpion is considered to be alive?" The voice of the low voice sounded, surrounding Nian Nian's ears.

The question of "what is" is too general, and I can't think of specific language to describe it every year.

She just thought that this living scorpion must at least have bright eyes.

Niannian suddenly felt the existence of vision. This vision did not come from beside or behind her, but from the two black eyeballs that were looking at her, the two shining lights-

"Niannian!" Yisui suddenly pinched Niannian's shoulder hard, causing Niannian to turn his head and look at him, interrupting her gaze with the giant scorpion.

"Hmm? Ah, that's what--" Niannian didn't know what she was saying, so she turned her head and looked at the giant scorpion, but didn't notice anything strange.

"Let's go and see how the venom is collected over there."

Before he finished speaking, he had already left here every day.

Niannian, who was following him, looked back at the eyes again. They had turned into gray black balls again. Niannian looked up at the sun and scratched her head.

It was the problem of sunshine just now? Otherwise, why would she think that this giant scorpion seemed to be coming back to life? Is this an illusion?

"The meteor white feathers penetrate the waist, and the sword flower and autumn lotus light come out of the box."

Every Nian sat obliquely on the camel's back, watching the longbowers in the military formation not far away, pointing at the hundreds of sand bandits in front of them, and the three-foot water rushed into the enemy formation with a scream. When the sword light rose, it was a bloody color, splashing in the dry wind of the desert.

"The sky soldiers shine on the snow and fall into the Jade Pass, and the enemy arrows shoot golden armor like sand."

Every year, I sat down on the camel's back, listening to the shouts and killings coming from behind, the familiar bowstrings buzzing, the unique muffled sound of swords when they were chopped on the flesh and blood, and some people shouted excitedly, and silently lowered their heads.

"The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed over, and Taibai can be destroyed by the enemy entering the moon."

He lay on the camel's back every year, his hands and feet drooping softly. He counted the number of them in his heart for the gang team that attacked this time. He looked up weakly, but only saw a man with a satisfied nod.

"It's not bad, at least you have memorized this poem." Shisui seemed to praise it, but Nian Nian knew very well that this person was definitely not praising her. Because she memorized this poem, she had experienced several attacks on horse bandits during this poem, and the sun sets and rises again. Today is a new day.

"I think about the next song "Journalist" and you should like it." The shouts of killing around were ignored by this person. Sui opened the book in his hand and began to explain the meaning of this poem to Nian every word.

"Let's go!" Every year I was excited and almost rolled down from the camel's back. She hugged the hump in a hurry and stared at Shisui.

"Is it over? Is it over?"

"When you learn ten poems, our tutoring will end." Shisui patiently handed the book in his hand to Niannian to read, but when Niannian wanted to take it and tear it off, he quickly retracted his hand, so much hated that he just wanted to bite him.

"I don't need to make up for the lesson!" Every year puts his hips on his hips.

"You need it." Shisui looked at her quietly, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes made Niannian's resentment go out of nowhere.

"Why don't you let me fight with everyone?" Every Nian continued to put her hips on her hips.

"Because you are so powerful, no one else is as powerful as you, they need to accumulate combat experience and improve their strength. When they can't beat it, you can come on stage."

This year, he responded slowly and remarkably. The sand bandits who came to attack this time were delivered to their doors. After a few words, everyone had already started to clean the battlefield.

Niannian felt that what Shi Sui said made some sense, and it sounded like she was praising her, but she still felt extremely bored, especially when she saw the book in her hand.

"Then, then I don't need to learn this." Niannian glanced at the book.

"Aren't I afraid you will be bored? Why don't I let that Qi Youfeng come to accompany you?" This year, Congratulated and put away the book with a good look, looked at Qi Youfeng approaching, and smiled friendly.

Nian Nian rolled her eyes. I don’t know what Brother Feng was thinking, but he actually agreed to let Nian Nian take a slumber. It was Qi Youfeng’s suggestion that she followed Nian to make up for the boring Chinese class.

Although she had this idea before and didn't think there was anything wrong with learning cultural knowledge, when everyone was fighting, she was riding a camel and down on the ground. Well, no matter how she looked, she felt like she was rejected?

"It's good to make up for the lessons. After all, I have to be a secretary for me. I can't do this because my education is not high."

Song Qing, who was also paddling, also walked over. This guy didn't know what abacus was. Every time he encountered an enemy attack, he would come to the Qilin Army and stand next to the commander Mushi, looking humbly studying. Occasionally he would stay with two other Qilin Army players, pointing at the military formation and not knowing what he was saying.

He slid down from the camel's back every year, staring at him seriously, without saying a word.

This year, I looked at her quietly, and after a long time, she sighed and said

"Every year, there are not many people here, but there are probably no fewer crises. Your existence is an insurance policy, but it is not a reliance. Others cannot be allowed to develop the bad habit of being lazy with their thighs."

Seeing that this Sui Sui let go, Song Qing immediately came to persuade him, "If all the enemies are destroyed by you and the benefits of experience are taken over by you, do you think this is fair to others?"

"But my level is not high, and I want to get some experience." Every Nian said the lower his voice, and at the end he spoke, his mouth was flattened.

"Is your combat effectiveness related to your level?" Song Qing raised his eyebrows.

I was silent every year. Indeed, even she herself felt that level was no longer important to her. The only useful thing was probably that she could have more mana.

"Okay, okay, I'll be ordered to paddle!" Niannian turned over the camel again, looking drowsy.

"I heard from Qi Youfeng that you want to study at Jade Emperor Academy. Both of us happen to be from Jade Emperor Academy. It should be fine to teach you."

That year, I took out the collection of poems and handed them to Qi Youfeng. I suddenly changed my mind, "Before this, you need to lay the foundation, let this Brother Feng come to give you some enlightenment education."

Qi Youfeng, who was stuffed with the textbook in his hand, was amused and crying. Looking at Niannian who was lying on the camel's back, closed her eyes and resting, she sighed helplessly.

He just said casually, but he didn't expect that this person would use it to take advantage of the problem. He actually taught classes every year with the dual pressure of adults and teachers, which made him disliked every year.

The caravan continued to move forward.

Qi Youfeng led the camel that Nian Nian rode, talking to her in a row, and never left when she met an enemy. She watched Song Qing get close to Qilin Army, watched Shi Suilai talk to Nian Nian and talked about ancient poems, looked at the others who seemed to be natural to kill the enemy, watched Nian Nian gradually get used to the leisure of paddling, and gradually became interested in Shi Suil's small classroom.

The day passed slowly. As soon as the moon climbed into the sky, the caravan stopped and rested in an abandoned ancient city.

Players are divided into two groups, one group is left behind when the offline group is offline, and the group that is left behind is replaced on time after eight hours, so that the group that is left behind can also get an eight-hour temporary break.

The eight hours in the game are only four hours in reality. Although it is a little shorter, it is enough to enjoy a deep sleep, have a meal and take a shower.

It was six o'clock in the evening in the game. After the rounds were just off, we could continue to set off tomorrow morning.

Niannian and Qi Youfeng declined the proposal to go offline to rest, and Hesui surrounded a small bonfire, listening to the old poplar trees crackling in the fire.

"This poplar forest is not dead yet. There is probably still water underground, and there is more and more vegetation along the way. It is estimated that it will arrive at the desert country here."

Zheng Qi, who had been patrolling around, walked here, sat cross-legged beside him, and took the branches and picked up the scorched wood in the fire.

"Well, people can live in places with water. If there is sufficient water supply, it is very likely to establish a small country." Shisui nodded and responded. But these words were more like explaining Niannian and Qi Youfeng on the side.

"I'll look at Lord Song Qing then. After all, he is the serious envoy." Zheng Qi stretched his waist, sat on the ground and retreated, half-closing his eyes.

"I'll get off, come up later."

Every Nian looked at Zheng Qi who had lost his life in a flash, looked at him again, and asked in confusion, "Why did he have to go offline here?"

The Qilin Army is obviously two groups and Xingtianxia. Although Zheng Qi has always acted as an exchange intermediary, he is still closer to the Qilin Army people, right?

"Everyone is friends all the way, so it's okay to be at all." Shi Sui replied.

Every year, he nodded his head and looked up slightly at the moon.

"What's wrong?" Shisui asked.

"I suddenly think it's good to learn to recite poetry. For example, I can think of 'Now people today don't see the moon in ancient times, but the moon once shines on the ancients'. I must have thought of these things before." Nian Nian said with emotion.

"You are still studying less, and the moon here is not suitable for this poem. I will continue to make up for the lessons tomorrow." This year, I commented without mercy.

Nian Nian was not annoyed, but instead approached Shisui, "Hey, do you particularly like this person named Li Bai?"

Otherwise, why have you never read other people's poems along the way?

"It's not me." Shisui's voice suddenly fell a little. Looking at Nian's eyes that were still as bright as stars at night, his expression was a little dim, "It's my sister who likes it."

"Do you have a sister? How old are you? Are you older than me? Are you playing games?" asked curiously.

"She should be sixteen this year, two years younger than you." Shi Sui smiled gently, as if she had recalled something.

"Oh, that's my sister, when will I bring it to the game to meet me?" Hearing that he was younger than himself, he became active every year after he automatically upgraded to his sister.

"I can't see her, she's dead."

The night wind in the desert was a bit cold, the fire was swaying and jumping, and the golden bonfire was a little hot, but it could not bring warmth to the people nearby. Every year, I shrank my body silently and sat back to my original place.

"Her name is Mianmian, which looks very similar to your name." Shisui broke the silence and looked at Niannian with a gentle nostalgia, as if she had seen another person through her.

"Well, it sounds quite similar." Niannian hugged her knees and tilted her head to look at Shisui's smile, but she didn't know if her smile would be a bit out of place.

The real death or something still sounds a bit far away to her.

"If she was alive, you two might become good friends. You two have completely different personalities and just complement each other. She just needs someone like you to take her to play naughtyly and hang around."

This Sui withdrew her gaze on Nian Nian's face, her tone was still gentle, but she also felt a little more relaxed and relieved.

After all, it has been a long time since I miss you. No matter how much my sister is missing, she won’t come back.
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