Wei Qiqi felt that the flames of fish oil were all around her, and had already burned her clothes, her only jeans and a T-shirt. Qiqi rolled quickly in the desert, then hurriedly raised her head, and found that the desert in front of her had turned into
A sea of fire broke out, and the Xiongnu suffered heavy casualties. Some of the survivors were jumping in the sea of fire, and some were rolling in the desert. Haha, it seemed that the fish oil bombs had eyes of their own and ran into the middle of them and exploded.
She had neither traveled through time nor died. Qiqi lay motionless in the desert, feeling so angry that she was destined to be the princess of that third prince? Should she still be bullied by him?
Qiqi felt someone walking in front of her, a cold blade was placed on Qiqi's neck, and then hot blood flowed down the blade and dripped on Qiqi's face, sticky,
A pungent fishy smell.
The man didn't know what he was saying. Qi Qi hurriedly raised his head. The man's face was pale and his lips were trembling constantly. It must be that Qi Qi looked too scary. His face with yellow stripes was stained with blood and his hair was disheveled.
He looked like an evil ghost. One of the Huns' arms had been blown off, and blood was constantly flowing, dripping on Qi Qi's face and everywhere on his body.
"Ah! Get away!" Wei Qiqi covered her face, wiped the blood on her face, and screamed loudly.
In the end, the Huns reacted more violently than she did. He threw away the knife in his hand, screamed and ran away. What the hell? Qiqi stood up with disheveled hair. The remaining Huns seemed to have seen a ghost.
Same, running away in embarrassment.
Maybe these Huns thought Wei Qiqi was a desert ghost, why didn't they kill her with one knife? Instead, they all scared away. Qiqi looked up at the sky and shouted angrily, "Why should Wei Qiqi live? I am now with
What’s the difference between ghosts?”
"Come and kill me! Bastard, why are you running?"
Qiqi cried with a mournful face, shouted loudly, and vented. After shouting and venting, she looked back with nostalgia. The Han camp had quieted down, and the fish oil flames in the desert were much smaller. Should she go back to the camp now, or should she go back to the camp now?
Let everyone think she is dead? Qiqi was a little confused.
Do we still have to go back to face Liu Zhongtian? Wei Qiqi is just an ugly woman who has to be married to him because of the emperor's strong will. There is no love and happiness at all. Going back will only make you more troubled. It's better to leave like this. If you can have
It's the best chance to go home. If unfortunately she can't go back, the desert may be her final destination. It's really desolate and bleak.
Wei Qiqi made up her mind, took one last look at the Han military camp, and walked towards the depths of the desert. This time she didn't bring her schoolbag. Qiqi didn't need anything, not even water. She could go wherever she could.
The last stop was Wei Qiqi’s grave.
Qiqi walked until dawn and finally saw a cactus. Unfortunately, it was a flat type and could not be drank. Qiqi endured her hunger and thirst and continued walking forward. She didn't know that she would not drink even a drop of water.
How far can you go?
Wei Qiqi had decided to continue walking like this. When the sun rose above her head, she had no strength and fell down in the desert.
"I'm so thirsty!" Qiqi even had no strength to shout.
The strong thirst and hunger made Wei Qiqi regret a little. Even if she died, she couldn't die in such pain. Starving ghosts, would they have to starve in the underworld? Wouldn't that be even worse?
But she regretted that it was too late. She walked back to the Han military camp. Not to mention she had no strength. Even if she had strength, she could not tell the direction. Wei Qiqi felt extremely dizzy and her vision gradually blurred. Was this what happened before death?
A sign.
Wei Qiqi completely collapsed in the desert, and the sound of the wind blowing fine sand rang in her ears. She remembered that song, the wind blowing sand, the crying sand, just like her current mood, helpless