Yaochi raised her hand, and Li Changzhou quickly grabbed it:
"Don't do anything. You hypnotized her, and that's another of their customs for expressing love—I guess the key is that if you kill her, the others might not cooperate with us and know as much as she did."
"What are you laughing at?" Yaochi neither attacked nor stopped, but looked at Li Changzhou.
"I...I thought of something happy." Li Changzhou kept smiling.
Yaochi made her move; she gave Li Changzhou the middle finger.
Li Qianxia laughed so hard her shoulders were shaking.
Xiao Wu stared at Yaochi in disbelief. Was this his high and mighty cousin? He remembered once at a dinner party, someone said "damn it" and was stared at by her for a whole minute.
No one present dared to speak, and the man was so frightened he almost knelt on the ground.
My cousin, who used to be like that, is now giving me the middle finger? Is it just a mirage in the desert?
Yang Qinglan saw Li Changzhou's hand grabbing Yaochi's sleeve, and Fairy Ruyi slapped it mercilessly.
Li Changzhou rubbed his reddened hand and said to Yaochi, "Ask her what the legend of the desert waterfall is."
Yaochi asked, "What do you mean by making others drink your own urine?"
"The Sandman...expresses love."
"What does this mean?" Yaochi waved her middle finger at Li Changzhou.
"...Go to hell... you bastard."
Yaochi lowered her hand with satisfaction: "Tell me the legend of the desert waterfall."
The Desert Waterfall, also known as the Treasure Trove of the Gods or the Great Sand Waterfall, contains countless treasures, including one of the five artifacts of the King of Wind and Light, according to legend.
Whoever obtains this artifact will become the lord of all the sand people and possess the entire desert.
Finding the desert waterfall is extremely difficult. This magical landscape appears and disappears at will, and countless sand people, as well as mercenaries, warriors, wanderers, mages, scholars, and so on from other regions, spend their entire lives chasing after it.
In the songs of the tribe where Qingshui lives, every ambitious warrior will go out to find the Great Waterfall when he is young.
Those blessed by the King of Wind and Light will find weapons in the Great Falls, become the 'Children of Wind and Light,' and leave behind stories that will be told for generations to come.
However, no one has ever found the legendary artifact, and whether it actually exists is unknown.
“We can go to this waterfall and use faith to subdue the sand people,” Yang Qinglan pondered.
Yaochi disagreed with her opinion: "We only have 15 days. Even if we find this waterfall, which we don't know where it is, we may not be able to find the artifact. Let her take us to the large tribe of the Sand People. Using force is the safest way."
“What I mean is, we’ll go to the large tribes while searching for the waterfall,” Yang Qinglan explained.
“That’s more like it.” Yaochi nodded. “Also, notify the other seven groups to keep an eye on this matter if they are still in the desert, and to collect the legends of this planet before they kill anyone.”
She looked at Shimizu, who had fallen completely in love with her: "Take us to the nearest large tribe."
"yes."
"Please use this skill before I start intimidating you next time. Don't waste everyone's time and energy. The other party even paid with their life." Li Changzhou sighed at Yaochi's skill.
“Since I met you, I haven’t used this skill except when fighting on the battlefield. This is the first time.” Yaochi looked at him, appearing completely obedient.
Li Changzhou stomped his foot: "Old Man Land, Huawei version."
White smoke rose, and the Earth God emerged.
"Truly amazing," Li Changzhou exclaimed.
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Southern route.
Yellow sand filled the sky, and the sandstorm, nearly a hundred meters high and several thousand meters wide, was like a towering and enormous wall, crushing a tribe.
Ten players stood firm in the sandstorm, continuously channeling their "power" into a sandbag held by a female player.
The sand people were blown away, crushed to death by collapsing houses, and many more were buried alive.
When the sandstorm subsided, the ten players landed on the sand. The once prosperous settlement was now reduced to just some exposed rocks.
“This prop is too difficult to use,” the female sand artist said, popping a pill into her mouth. “Luckily it’s a desert, otherwise even if all ten of us used our full strength, we might not be able to create such a big sandstorm.”
“Sister Sha,” said ‘Drawing My Own Book’, who is also a female player, “has found the next tribe.”
"The land god sent word that Li Changzhou asked us to keep an eye out for something called 'Desert Waterfall' and collect its legends." The white mist around the old land god slowly dissipated.
The 'street dance girl' is only 16 years old. Her petite body is wearing an oversized black hoodie, and her denim skirt is covered by the hem of the hoodie, making it look like she is not wearing pants. She is blowing bubbles with purple lipstick.
"The desert is vast—"
A figure rose from the yellow sand, right behind the 'street dance girl'.
"Kill!" he roared, his elbow, as thick as a normal man's thigh, slammed into the back of the 'street dancer's' small head like a cannonball.
The upbeat music blared into my ears.
The figure attempting a sneak attack uncontrollably broke into a street dance.
"What did you say?" The 'street dance girl' scratched her ear with her slender little finger and asked the 'sand painter' amidst the deafening music.
The 'female sand artist' didn't speak, but once she made a sound, she would enter the 'atmosphere' and dance to the music.
She manipulated the sand to form words—this familiar scene reminded her of a time in the desert when she used this trick to fake the end of a mission during a life-or-death battle with other players, and then took the opportunity to kill them.
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