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Chapter 14: The Magic Lamp of La Latin (Part 2)

"Bang!"

The black sack was picked up from the saddle and thrown heavily onto the sand. It rolled around and was still twisting and resisting. An indistinct "um huh" sound came from inside.

"Little bastard, be more careful!" The warrior on the horse turned over, lifted up his leather boots, and gave a playful kick. The sack rolled and slid down the dune, raising a cloud of dust.

"This kid is stubborn and slippery. He is worthy of that dead lion." "After running around for several years, I finally found him!" "Captain, please be gentle and don't kick him to death."

"

The other seven warriors also dismounted, and six of them surrounded the sack, laughing and cursing. One person was left behind to climb to the top of the raised sand peak, observing the yellow sand shining brightly in the sun and the clusters of green cacti in all directions.

And the Crescent Oasis further away, keeping watch.

"Don't worry, there is no trace of the treasure left behind by the dead lion. How can I be willing to kick this little lion cub to death? That is the wealth of most of the lion tribe!" The warrior known as the captain sneered. All eight of them were the same.

He wears a large black robe, a black scarf wrapped around his head, with a black gem embedded in it, and a black scimitar with a scabbard on his waist. The captain is a red iron level warrior, and the other seven are all black lead level.

A warrior untied the leather rope at the mouth of the sack and dragged Sinbad out. The boy was tied all over, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and his mouth was stuffed with rags. While struggling hard, he stared at the people around him with hatred.

Another warrior pulled out the rag from his mouth. Sinbad spat out a mouthful of saliva and sprayed it on the opponent's face. The opponent slapped him in the face\u62

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"You killed Uncle Musa, you bastards!" Sinbad turned his head, his eyes red, and cursed endlessly.

"Let this kid be quiet," the captain said impatiently. Several warriors swung their riding whips and whipped Sinbad like a storm, beating him until his clothes were torn, his skin was torn, and he was rolling around like a top.

"Bastard! Bastard..." Sinbad's scolding voice gradually became low and hoarse, and the captain stopped the whipping.

"Little boy, after three years, haven't you figured out your situation?" The captain walked up to Sinbad and lifted the boy's chin arrogantly with the toe of his boot, "You are no longer the young chief of the Lion Tribe.

.Your tribe has changed owners, and your father is buried deep in the ground, and has long since turned into a dead lion whose bones have rotted. Even his most loyal guard chief Musa went to hell today. If you don't recognize me anymore, I will send him to hell.

You go and reunite with them."

"You are the ones who deserve to go to hell, Allah will punish you... Uh-huh..." As soon as Sinbad said a few words, his face was stepped on by a boot and squeezed hard.

"Stop talking such useless nonsense. Where is the treasure left by your father? Where is it hidden? Tell me, and I will give you half and let you fly away as far away as possible." The captain removed his boots, and everyone's eyes widened.

Liang, staring at Sinbad.

"Bah!" Sinbad spit out the blood and sand in his mouth, "I know you are the secret guards of the Caliphate, there is no way you can let me go!" Caliphate is the name given to the king by the people of the Kingdom of Sand, and the secret guards are specialized

Handle shady matters for the Caliph.

The warriors all said: "The monthly salary of the secret guard is only ten gold coins. Compared with the treasure left by your father, it is nothing!" "Boy, we seek wealth rather than life, so tell us!"

The captain grabbed Sinbad's collar and raised it in the air: "In order to hunt you down, our brothers have slept in the open and traveled around for the past few years, but the stupid caliph is still not satisfied with us. Not only did he deduct our salary, but he also

They are also clamoring to put us in jail, but we have long since stopped wanting to do it! How about telling us where the treasure is hidden, and everyone can get what they want, and it has nothing to do with each other!"

Sinbad stared at the opponent. Even if he handed over the treasure, he would be silenced, not to mention that they also killed Uncle Musa. "How can a group of jackals be worthy of stealing the lion's food?" He raised his head resolutely.

Shouting, "Kill me if you dare!"

The captain's expression turned cold: "You want to die? How can it be so easy?" He roughly tore off the boy's clothes and dragged him to a sunny position, letting the hot sunlight burn Sinbad's exposed skin.

"It's useless to talk harshly, the desert will pry your mouth open!" The captain kicked Sinbad hard several times, returned to the backlit sand dunes, picked up the water bag on the saddle and drank a swig.

"Captain, this place is too close to Crescent City. Do you want to move to another place?" a warrior asked.

"What are you afraid of? We are still the king's secret guards now. Who dares to cause trouble for us?" The captain wiped the water on his beard, "This kid has lived in Crescent City for so long and still refuses to escape to the outside world. Those batches

Most of the treasure is hidden inside the city."

"I'm going to give him some water to prevent his mouth from drying out and drying up in the sun." A warrior with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks walked over and took off his belt. "Plop la la", the yellow urine poured on Sinbad's face.

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You damn bastards! Sinbad gritted his teeth. The yellow sand was as hot as boiling. It made his whole body turn red and blisters appeared. His hair also seemed to be burnt and smelled like paste.

I will die, like an ordinary person. He closed his eyes sadly, and the bright light still penetrated his eyelids, flashing brightly. His head was getting hotter and hotter, and the sunlight was like a red-hot knife, cutting into his skin.

The upper body was violently cut and the pain was excruciating.

The lion shouldn't die like this, he thought drowsily.

After an unknown amount of time, Sinbad was awakened by water. When he opened his eyes, the sun was still blazing and the heat was burning. He instinctively twisted his neck and licked the water droplets with his tongue. Only then did he realize that his throat was already swollen and painful.

It's hard to swallow.

"Boy, it's only been an hour." The captain's fierce face temporarily blocked the daylight, allowing the boy to breathe. The captain shook the water bag and deliberately smacked his lips, "If you can't survive it, sooner or later you have to tell the truth. What's the treasure?

Where is it? I told you to give you something sweet\u

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Sinbad tried his best to spit at him, but all he spit out was thick white foam, and his body suffered from tearing pain due to the squirming.

"Baby, let's see how long you can last!" the captain scolded.

"Captain, someone seems to be coming over there!" The warrior on guard shouted in the distance, and the other warriors immediately got up and dispersed around with the help of the cover of the sand dunes.

Everyone held their hands on the hilt of the knife, took a bow, and held their breath. They had known each other for many years and had a tacit understanding. They formed a defensive circle with Sinbad as the center.

After a while, the warrior on guard called out again: "It's okay, that guy went in the other direction. He must be passing by, like a foreign little noble."

Everyone waited for a moment before relaxing. Sinbad vaguely heard them talking, but couldn't hear clearly. His ears began to buzz, and his mind became more and more confused, as if he was floating in the clouds.

"But if we are lucky enough, there will still be an angel left. It will not change, it will not go away, and it will not disappear because there is no lamp oil." In a hazy state, this sentence floated through his mind. Who said it?

He tried to remember.

A strong wind blew by, kicking up misty sand and dust. This is the Ghostly Desert to the north of the Crescent Oasis. After noon, the sand wind began to blow continuously and the dust swirled. A few hours later, twilight enveloped the desert like a gray gauze curtain.


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