Mecca looked at Ayesha with an idiot look, and then never looked at her again. Instead, he looked at the opposite wall with empty eyes. In front of his eyes, the world was on the verge of doom. If the other party wanted to destroy him, just step on it.
It is so easy for an ant to die, how can he struggle to his death?
However, now that he knew who he had offended, he still felt that he would die anyway. Since there was no way out, he would have someone to support him even if he died.
After two hours, Mecca, who was almost exhausted, found his most capable men.
A one-eyed dragon reported to him: "Boss, we have investigated and found that the group of people stayed in the small town and did not leave. My cousin is a blacksmith in the small town. I learned that they are looking for people every day. If my guess is correct,
, should be the woman Princess Aisha asked us to deal with."
"That woman is not dead? Is she still missing?" He thought that all of them were dead. If not, would he still have a glimmer of hope? Mecca fantasized about it for a few minutes, and then burst the dream bubble. Those people were not dead.
I will let myself go.
"If your guess is correct, he shouldn't be dead!"
"Find her for me!" Mecca suddenly stood up excitedly, "Even if I die, I will have someone to support me!"
"Brother Mai, you have taught me this. You can rest assured. It is easy to find people with a tracker!" Cyclops vowed that the latest tracker they purchased will not be discovered at all as food enters the human digestive system.
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It was night and the wind was extremely strong!
A group of people quietly came to the edge of the oasis near the small town.
"Hey, it's strange. The tracker seems to be underground. Could it be that the woman is dead and buried alive?" Two people stood on the lawn and muttered.
"It won't break down?"
"The boss said that even if you dig three feet into the ground, you still have to dig out people, and you will see them alive or dead or you will see their corpses!" At this moment, a young man put away his phone and gave orders to a few people next to him.
"Then, dig!"
Pity them, they couldn't sleep at night, and they braved the strong wind and sand to dig up... corpses in this place where no birds could die! It should be corpses, otherwise why would they be under the ground!
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"Master, rest early!"
Yan Zhen stood in the makeshift tent. When Feng Hao walked up to him, his eyes met Yan Zhen's, and his seemingly calm eyes exuded deep lovesickness.
"Master, get some rest early! It's very windy and sandy tonight."
Yan Zhi waved his hand and asked him to go down. Feng Hao wanted to say something else, but finally closed his mouth and retreated silently.
When the tent was raised, wind and sand rushed in. Yan Zhen squinted his eyes and pinched out the cigarette butt in his hand. He didn't smoke long, and Si Jin didn't like the smell of tobacco in his mouth when kissing, but tonight
But I couldn't help but smoke three cigarettes.
In the past, he could have imagined the sound of Sijin slamming the table and shouting. Sometimes that woman was like a tigress. At this moment, he was sighing, as if he was living a life controlled by her. He could see her sometimes being coquettish and sometimes crazy.
The various expressions that are sometimes flattering and sometimes angry are really the greatest pleasure in life.
"Sijin, it's so windy and sandy outside, are you freezing?" He muttered to himself blankly.
There was a smile on his lips again, and he shook his head in denial: She won't, she won't hurt herself, and she can protect herself no matter what situation she is in.