"Thanks."
Just after drinking the water, a sandstorm hit.
The wind was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.
Pei Xiqing's thin coat was rustling in the wind, and her slender figure standing on the sand looked like it could be blown away by the wind at any time.
The wind was so strong that she couldn't stop herself from stepping back. Her waist suddenly felt tight, and the man put his arm around her, standing there motionless. She quickly hugged his waist as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.
The soft touch felt like it had no bones. Duan Xiaolin paused and stuffed the person into the car.
"Cough cough cough..." She was coughing non-stop due to the wind. A kettle was handed to her and she drank it without thinking.
After coughing a few more times, my throat finally felt less painful.
When she looked up, Long Yan and Ling Lang were looking at her.
Pei Xiqing: "What's wrong?"
Long Yan: "You used Brother Duan's kettle."
"..." Pei Xiqing's face instantly turned red as if it were on fire. She returned the kettle to the man, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
The man didn't seem to care and calmly directed them on the driving route.
Pei Xiqing felt a little guilty. She seemed to have used all the water in the kettle to wash her face and rinse her mouth. After a while, she saw the man sitting next to her, looking at some documents seriously. She leaned over and whispered, "Wait until the car stops. I'll get you some water."
Duan Xiaolin glanced at her without saying anything. When she came closer, his gaze paused at the corner of his clothes that touched his arm.
Pei Xiqing thought he didn't want to talk to her and was sorry for disturbing him, so she bit her lip and fell silent.
After driving for more than ten miles, the sandstorm finally passed. The route to the destination seemed unresolvable. Two cars stopped one after another. Ling Lang got out and started cursing, "Damn it, we have to be delayed again. This sandstorm is really terrible. If we don't go back soon, who knows what trouble those guys in Franlun will cause!"
Long Yan said, "Forget it. It's God's will. Whether we go back early or late, it will be night time. The Chief Judge of Franlon is still with us. They can't do anything serious."
"I'm so annoyed. I don't know how many zombies I'll encounter on the road. I'm going to be a savage again."
"Relax, don't worry."
Pei Xiqing wanted to find a water source as soon as she got off the car. She looked around but couldn't find any. She wandered around outside for a while but to no avail. She had no choice but to come back and sit aside obediently waiting for them to replan the route. However, Ling Lang kept talking to them about Franlun.
Isn't Farran the organization with the big villain?
They don't seem to have anything to do with the male and female protagonists. Could they be from Franlon?
It was about to get dark again. The weather in the end of the year was changeable. After being polluted, the day and night were reversed, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night. Her clothes were still a little thin compared to those of the special forces. While waiting by the side, she couldn't help but sneeze twice.
Rubbing the tip of her red nose, she hugged herself tightly with tears in her eyes.
There was a heavy feeling on her head, her vision was obscured, and someone threw a coat at her.
Duan Xiaolin stood beside her with a gun in his hand, wiping his brows coldly, as if in his eyes, she was just like the gun in his hand.
Through the thin lenses, it is almost impossible to see any warm emotions in his eyes.
"The temperature difference between day and night in the Gobi Desert is huge." He said this and went to survey the terrain ahead.
I couldn't help but look at his back.
Someone who can remain so calm even in the end must have a strong ability to protect himself.
Putting on the man's large coat, the cold air instantly enveloped him. Pei Xiqing finally felt less cold and hid behind the car door in a daze.
Hearing Ling Lang still cursing and pointing at Franlun's forehead, she curiously stuck her head out to take a look.
Ling Lang was arguing with each other and pointing fingers at the world, stepping on stones, his hair disheveled in the wind, looking a little playful.
Noticing her gaze, he deliberately glared at her: "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll throw you into a meeting in Upper Franlon."
In fact, Farahlun is more like a force that is superior to everyone else, with high power and omnipotence.
She asked, "Shouldn't all team leaders go to the United Franlon for a meeting? If you have any grievances, you can go and try to speak up."
Ling Lang: "I'm not going. Whoever wants to go can go."
Pei Xiqing asked: "Are you the captain?"
Ling Lang: "What else?"
"Then he is the deputy captain?" Pei Xiqing pointed at the man in front.
Ling Lang sneered, "He, he's my brother, and he's also... from Franlun, don't you know?"
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