Just now, when he came to the cave to take shelter from the wind, he smelled a smell of blood. After curiously investigating, he found that the sand bandits headed by Ming Lang died tragically on a sand dune not far away.
Ming Ming knew him as a powerful bandit in the Longyan Desert.
The Immortal Cultivation Sect, Mingyue Tower, is in charge of the Longyan Desert. Those Nascent Soul Realm sand thieves are afraid of Mingyue Tower's forces and dare not make any big moves. Moreover, they are also strong men and cannot go out to hunt merchants and rob passers-by in person.
However, this group of strong men have many masters with Jindan realm cultivation similar to Qingming.
Ming Lang and other sand bandits relied on the ancestors of the Yuanying Realm to burn, kill and rob, and then offered trophies to the ancestors of the Yuanying Realm to search for heavenly materials and treasures and survive.
Therefore, even if the monks of Mingyue Tower clean it again and again, they still cannot catch all the murderous sand thieves like Minglang and others.
Sand pirates are extremely vengeful.
Once they are cleared, they will massacre the surrounding villages, rob cattle, sheep, camels, and women. No one dares to mess with them.
"Hiss." Feng Ya gasped inwardly, "I wonder whose head is in the bag."
Although Feng Ya is also a sand pirate.
But unlike those who seek wealth and murder, he is just a captain who touches gold and has done nothing harmful to the world. At most, he digs graves to look for treasures.
Wen Yi also discovered the existence of Feng Ya, "Cultivation in the Golden Core realm." She said silently in her heart.
"Ahem." Feng Ya turned away and looked at the people in the cave.
Only then did he clearly see the three people in the cave.
An old man, the old man nervously hugged a slender and frail girl, and they pressed closely against the girl who thought she was wearing a red gauze curtain and had a delicate and beautiful face.
The girl has fair skin, a high nose, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, both smiling and full of tenderness. Her eyes seem to be filled with a layer of mist, and when the waves flicker, Feng Ya seems to have been subjected to a body-holding spell.
stiff.
Oops!
Controlled!
As soon as this thought came to him, Feng Ya subconsciously avoided the gaze of Wen Yi's eyes. He thought it would be difficult, but he didn't expect to avoid it so easily. He was very shocked.
"Ahem, I don't mean any harm, I'm just a passerby passing by to take shelter from the wind." Feng Ya coughed dryly, indicating that he was harmless.
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ya felt a little annoyed.
He is also a master of the Golden Core Realm, and his opponent's cultivation level is almost the same as the Golden Core Realm. What is there to be afraid of if he is still in the Golden Core Realm with the Dao of Love?
Feng Ya suddenly gained courage. He glanced at the most comfortable place, moved his buttocks and was about to sit on it when he saw Wen Yi staring at him coldly, "That's not the place you should sit."
Feng Ya only felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head, "Is your name written on it? Why can't I sit on it?"
Soon he discovered that the location he chose was very close to his grandfather and grandson, so close that he could strangle the old man to death just by stretching out his hand.
When Wen Yi saw that Feng Ya didn't move, she cast a cold look at him. He didn't look like a normal person, as if he was looking at the bounty that was delivered to his door.
In an instant, Feng Ya felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe. He was instantly frozen, frozen in place as if petrified.
"If you don't sit down... you won't sit down..." Feng Ya thought of the corpses of the group of sand thieves and thought to himself: "It's better to do less than to do more, and it's not that I'm afraid of doing more than to do less.
It’s because the other party is too cruel!”
right!
That must be it!
It must be because the other party is too cruel.
Master Feng Ya will not be afraid!
"Sit further away." Wen Yi focused her scrutinizing gaze on Feng Ya. Her slender fingers pointed at the door, "You, press your body against the door."
It will be much safer inside the house if the wind is against the door.
Why!
Feng Ya is going crazy!
He is also a master of the Golden Core Realm, why should he be a pillar holding the door?
For some reason, Feng Ya felt that Wen Yi looked pretty, soft and weak, but the strong aura she gave off made him tremble with fear, and he couldn't help but obey the other's orders.
A stiff smile appeared on Feng Ya's face, "Okay...Okay."
He sat frustratedly behind the door.
Without Wen Yi's reminder, Feng Ya condensed her spiritual power to block the gap between the door and the window, blocking the cold desert wind at night, and very obediently gave Wen Yi a flattering smile.
Without the icy wind, the temperature in the room suddenly rose, and the bodies of the old man and the girl gradually warmed up.
They looked at Feng Ya, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and then at Wen Yi, feeling in their hearts that they had met a little god, otherwise they would have died countless times.
Wen Yi had no interest in asking for any information from Feng Ya. All she could think about was how to obtain the Double Core Flower and the Yellow Emperor's Spiritual Liquid.
Shen Yu was still sleeping in the fairy sword fragments. Wen Yi didn't want to disturb him and didn't say anything.
At this time, the cave fell into an eerie silence.
The old man moved his body and skillfully took out a pile of firewood from the corner of the cave and started burning it. He also placed the dried meat pieces, naan, and spice jars he carried with him at the door.
"Sister God, you've been busy all day and haven't eaten anything. Come and try something." The old man enthusiastically delivered the meat sprinkled with cumin to Wen Yi.
Wen Yi, who was already in the Golden Core realm, could live for at least a month or two without eating. Faced with the old man's enthusiasm, he did not refuse, "Thank you."
The grilled naan with the special flavor of barbecue spread in Wen Yi's mouth. It was her first time to eat exotic food with a unique flavor. Although it was a bit dry and hard, it tasted pretty good.
The old man and the little girl also took some things and ate them in small bites.
The smell of barbecue filled the cave, and Feng Ya's stomach suddenly made a growling sound as he watched everyone feasting.
He came in a hurry and did not prepare any food. He had not eaten for three or five days.
Now that he smelled the alluring aroma of food, the greedy bug in his stomach was instantly aroused. He had a bag of saliva in his mouth and his stomach growled.
"Master Feng Ya, would you like to have a piece too?" The old man recognized Feng Ya, and he timidly handed Feng Ya a piece of barbecue, "We made these ourselves, they are not poisonous."
"I don't eat food given by others." Feng Ya replied firmly, and he paused, "But if someone begs me to eat his food, I will give him face."
He reached out and was about to grab the deliciously fragrant barbecue when suddenly the delicious food in front of him flew into Wen Yi's hand, "Since you don't want to eat it, then don't eat it and stay hungry."
Wen Yi saw Feng Ya's desire for barbecue and the hunger in his eyes, but was very dissatisfied with his attitude.
"I'm just talking casually, doesn't the dignified Lord Feng Ya need a little face?" Feng Ya cursed in his heart, only feeling that Wen Yi was going too far.
What's even worse is that he may not be sure he can beat her.
"Gulu gulu gulu gulu." Feng Ya's stomach began to sing, and he turned his face away, not wanting everyone to see the embarrassment on his face.