"It's right here." The werewolf looked around. This place was so remote that it could be described as deserted. There were several large sandstone blocks in front to block it. No matter what they did here, they would not be seen by people in the city.
"Here?" Seglade followed him more doubtfully, and followed Bediwell around to the back of the sandstone.
"Hey~" The werewolf took off his blood-stained shirt: "What are you waiting for? Take off your clothes quickly."
"Huh?" Elaine and Seglade were stunned.
"Take off your clothes and take a shower!" Bedivere had already taken off his pants, leaving only a pair of underwear. He picked up a pile of sand from the ground and began to sprinkle it on his body covered with blood and cakes: "Don't you guys?
Do you know? People in the desert use sand to wash their bodies like this. The sand here is very clean, cleaner than water. After rubbing with the body, it can take away the dirt on the body. Come and wash it."
The white bear and the young leopard man looked at each other, not knowing how to react for a moment.
"Are you really not going to wash it?" Bediwell was lying in the sand, rubbing the hair all over his body with the fine white sand: "Ah, it's so comfortable, I feel refreshed in an instant!"
That was the truth. His body, which was originally sticky and itchy from the shark blood, became dry and comfortable instantly after being washed by the sand. The sand grains rubbed against the werewolf's silver hair, scraping away the blood stains stuck to the surface of the hair.
It will not cause any damage to the werewolf's hair or skin. Those are sand grains that have been weathered in the desert for thousands of years, and every water chestnut in the microscopic particles has been smoothed. They are the highest quality abrasives.
"Okay, okay." Seeing Bedivere taking a shower and feeling very refreshed, Elaine took off her shirt doubtfully and dove into the sand: "Hehehehe---"
He followed the example of a werewolf, holding up a handful of sand and rubbing it on his chest. The dry, smooth sand rubbed against the blood on the hair on his chest, and soon the blood turned into countless small blood-red particles, flowing along the
The grains of sand slipped away together. As a result, Elaine felt refreshed as never before, and the stickiness on her body was swept away.
"It's great!" The white bear man smiled and took off his pants: "It can be washed, clean!"
"You..." Seglade looked at his two companions who were running half-naked with only their underpants on, and couldn't help but blushing: "This is a public place, meow..."
"Never mind it!" Bedivere picked up another handful of sand and rubbed it into his armpits: "In such a desolate place, there is not even a single person, and you are still afraid of being seen? And men, when you go to the beach to swim,
Aren’t you just wearing a pair of underpants? Are you so ashamed of being seen?"
"Those are swimming trunks, meow..."
"They're all the same!" the werewolf said with a disapproving smile. Then he dug a hole in the sand. Seeing that there was nothing around him, he got into the sand hole and moved around. When he took his hands out of the sand, he also took off his pants.
I took it off easily.
"Hey hey hey ---" Elaine followed Bedivere's example and dug a hole into it, burying his lower body in the sand so that he could take off his clothes without any scruples.
"Really, I really can't do anything to you." Seglade couldn't resist the temptation of taking a bath, and began to take off his shirt and jump into the sand pool.
"You should wash the place that needs to be washed." The werewolf said with a smile, one hand constantly digging in the sand, cleaning the lower body buried in the sand. Apart from the dryness and heavy pressure of the sand, this sand pool and
There is not much difference between ordinary hot pools!
"Haha~" Elaine even lay comfortably in the sand pool, enjoying the sand bath as if soaking in hot water. The afternoon sun in Egypt was quite fierce, and the sand also had amazing heat, which could have burned the skin.
, not very suitable for bathing.
But thanks to the cover of the large sandstone blocks and the shadows of city buildings, the sand pool where Bediwell and the others were located was not exposed to direct sunlight, and the water temperature—or rather, the sand temperature—was just right, making it very suitable for bathing.
The sand pool has experienced another morning of direct sunlight, and has been completely sterilized. There is still a breath of ultraviolet rays in the sand, which is white and slippery under the sun, giving people a very clean feeling.
"Not bad, really good, meow! Meow hahahaha! ------" After rubbing sand on his body a few times, Seglade felt so comfortable that he couldn't stop! He took off his pants,
It was a joy to roll back and forth on the sand.
"That's right, why should you be reserved? You have to take a bath anyway!" The werewolf looked at the crazy leopard man young man and sneered.
"Wow!" The sand raised by Seglade splashed on Elaine's face like waves. The White Bear shook his head and shook the sand off his face.
"Revenge!" Elaine played with water (sand) like a child, picking up the smooth sand like water and throwing it at Seglade.
"Meow meow!" The young leopard man was also attacked. Not to be outdone, he also picked up a handful of sand and threw it at the white bear man.
"Hey!" Elaine shrank to the ground to avoid the oncoming sand. The sand flew over the head of the White Bear Man and splashed on Bediwell's face!
"Why did you attack me too? You brats!" The werewolf waved his hand and raised a huge wave of sand, trying to bury Segrad and Elaine under the yellow sand!
"Wahahahahaha!" Elaine picked up the sand and threw it out while making defensive movements.
"Hey hey hey hey!" Seglade dodged another handful of sand, and at the same time moved his hand across the sea of sand, raising another wave of sand.
While the three young men were splashing sand against each other and having a great time playing in the sand, a small black shadow crept behind the sandstone and peeked at the actions of Bedivere and his group.
The werewolf put on his pants and continued rolling in the sand as if nothing had happened. But he had already noticed all this.
The black shadow stretched out its hand from behind the sandstone and quietly touched the clothes of Bedivere and others------
Whoosh! The werewolf pulled out something from his waist--his turtle-tongue whip! The whip flew out instantly under the control of Bedivere and caught the hand that just wanted to steal clothes!
"Hey, look what we fell into?" Bedivere pulled the whip and pulled the black figure out from behind the sandstone: "Mr. over there, even if you steal our clothes, you won't get anything!"
Our money has already been deposited in the bank, but we don’t have any money!”
The figure also grabbed the sandstone with his hands to use force to avoid being caught. But in the end, he was no match for Bedivere's arm strength and was pulled out by the turtle tongue whip!
Once the guy showed up, the situation was far beyond the werewolf's expectations - the thief who wanted to steal their clothes turned out not to be a treacherous villain, but a child!
He was a little human boy, probably only ten years old, with wheat-colored skin due to years of exposure to the sun. His clothes were very shabby, and could even be said to be half-clothed. He was wearing numerous rags and
The rags in the hole only cover the important parts.
This kid actually became a thief?!
"Is this... civilian meow?" Seglade had just taken off his underpants and planned to wash the important parts. Unexpectedly, an outsider was peeking, and he was so frightened that he immediately put the half-taken off underpants back on. Leopard Man
The young man looked around nervously and said with a red face: "What's going on with this kid?"
"You're a little thief, and you're a stupid little thief." Bedivere pulled the whip, pulled the child over, and grabbed the child's neck with one hand: "Do you understand English? Can you understand me? Who sent you here?
of?"
"No, no one sent (me)!" The child answered the werewolf in poor English. It was difficult for Bedivere and others to understand: "Stealing some (things) to eat (just)! (You guys) are stingy.
ghost!"
"Oh, so I should let you steal it?" the werewolf said angrily: "A child has learned to steal at such a young age. What will he do when he grows up? Where are your parents?"
"Not here! All of them will die!" the child cried: "Put (me) down, (you) murderer!"
"Kill, murderer?" Elaine couldn't help being very surprised when she saw that she was being scolded as a murderer, and quickly denied: "That's not true!"
"He was covered in blood just now!" The child then shouted, "Help! You're a murderer!"
"That's the blood of Sharks..." Bedivere wanted to explain, but then he thought, even if he explained, he wouldn't get the understanding of these civilians, it was just in vain.
He picked up the kid and said, "Anyway, send you to the police station. I don't care what the police do with a thief like you."
"No! Help!!" The child struggled desperately with his hands and feet flailing: "Brother!"
"What!?" Bedivere then discovered that the thief actually had an accomplice. Another child sprang out from behind the sandstone and snatched away everyone's clothes on the ground in an instant.
"Me, my pants!!" Elaine shouted with a red face.
"Damn it! My dagger too!" Bedivere couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw that the Egyptian child also snatched his lizard-tooth dagger. They didn't have many weapons in their hands and they couldn't afford to lose more.
More weapons!
"Ouch!" While Bediwell was in a daze, his right arm was also attacked by a heartbreaking pain. He turned around and saw that the brat he caught had bitten the werewolf hard with his teeth! Bediwell
Will let go of his hand due to severe pain, and the kid was released!
"Ha! Idiot!" The Egyptian child grabbed a handful of sand on the ground and threw it at Bedivere. The sand and dust temporarily blurred the eyes of the unsuspecting werewolf!
Then the kid grabbed Bedivere's turtle-tongue whip with one hand and rolled away with that thing!
"Cough cough cough cough! Damn it!!" the werewolf roared angrily. When he finished cleaning the sand on his face and opened his eyes to look for the thieves, those brats had disappeared into the alleys of Zvar.