The cold night passed, the body stiff, caressing itself and trembling, but then changed again, and lay there sweaty, sweaty, sweaty. When I opened my eyes, the bright sunshine lit up my eyes. This forced him to close his eyelids again immediately.
His rough palms rubbed against his body, and as soon as he felt the warmth and fineness of the sand, he gently rolled over, lifted himself up, and then tried to figure out why he was in the desert.
A few days ago, he traveled with a tribal caravan that traded with merchants in Fengfu area, and then had a drink in a bistro and got drunk. . .
But Sanyue could guess what had happened, and he might have been drunk, drunk, singing, and then lost, which was not surprising, as he was known as "the lost boy of the tribe." Often at the seaside, lost, l
