12dz Chapter 1038 Ling Xiao's Misfortune
Chapter 1038 Ling Xiao's Misfortune
Chapter 1038: The Unlucky Ling Xiao Among these people, apart from Ling Xiao, who is a local genius cultivator and has suffered less hardship, everyone else has fought their way up through countless life-and-death struggles.
Therefore, the sandstorm's burial and loss of supplies did not discourage everyone.
Ling Xiao, on the other hand, became more composed after nearly dying from this ordeal.
They kept traveling until night fell and they were exhausted, at which point they decided to find a place to rest.
Along the way, there was nothing but sand, and there was no better place to land, so they could only find a flat sand dune to rest.
At this moment, Xin Ziqi began to distribute the water and food provided by Xiao Han to the cultivators whose supplies had been damaged.
Ling Xiao sat down next to Xiao Han, poured the water from the wolf intestines into his mouth, and gulped it down seven or eight times before he could barely stop himself from drinking any more.
At this moment, he no longer cared that the water was served in wolf intestines. His throat, parched to the point of almost burning, had long since caused these usually meticulous cultivators to fall from their pedestals.
If he hadn't been thinking about having to walk in the desert for several more days, he would have taken another ten or so gulps.
Xiao Han placed her dried meat and wolf entrails on the wolf skin and said to Ling Xiao, "Eat."
Lingxiao's basket contained only two small pieces of dried meat that he had dug out of the sand. They were not only tough to eat, but also too little.
He felt embarrassed to eat Xiao Han's jerky, so he took some wolf offal and said with a smile, "I'll eat this."
Xiao Han didn't care what he ate, and just ate the dry jerky herself.
My stomach was growling with hunger, but the jerky was too dry to eat quickly.
Ling Xiao, on the other hand, tasted the wolf's heart and liver, which were even more tender than meat, and found them to be even tastier than dried meat.
He secretly sighed in his heart, thankful that Xiao Han had washed the intestines without minding the dirt, dried them to store water, and even roasted and dried the wolf heart that no one wanted, without hesitation. Otherwise, the cultivators who had lost their supplies would really have no way to get out of the desert.
After becoming mortals, among this large group of high-level cultivators, Xiao Han actually made the greatest contribution.
She made fire by rubbing sticks together so they could eat cooked meat. She wove baskets so everyone could easily carry supplies. She washed wolf pelts for warmth and devised ways to bring water and food; she seemed to have a lot of wisdom about how to survive in the mortal world.
Looking back at myself, it seems that apart from having a good talent for cultivation, I am useless in everything else.
Seeing Ling Xiao's low spirits, Xiao Han comforted him, "Don't worry, if we use this food and water sparingly, it should last us until we get out of the desert."
Looking at the optimistic Xiao Han, Ling Xiao suddenly felt a great sense of security being by her side.
She actively sought ways to store food and water, generously helped others, and optimistically encouraged those around her. Who wouldn't want to be friends with someone like that?
Old Man Yu directed several helpers to set up a maze around the sand pile once again.
A simple formation can reassure everyone about cultivation, eliminating the need to arrange for someone to keep watch at night.
After all, desert wolves and wild camels can be stopped. As for sand scorpions and sand snakes, these are difficult to stop with such a maze-like formation, and the watchmen can't see them anyway.
The sand is still a little warm at this time, and burying your body in the sand to sleep can actually help you resist the low temperature at night.
However, because there are sand scorpions and other insects in the sand, many people would rather shiver on the ground than bury themselves in the sand.
Just like Old Man Yu, he refused to sleep in the sand.
Xiao Han didn't want to get wet in the sand either. She was afraid that if a snake crawled up and she was buried in the sand, she wouldn't have time to run away.
After everyone had gone to sleep, Ling Xiao hugged Xiao Han tightly and covered the two of them with a wolf skin.
Xiao Han wasn't some young girl bound by traditional etiquette; what was wrong with sticking together for warmth? Besides, he was a handsome young man, and she slept soundly every night.
Exhaustion caused Xiao Han to fall asleep quickly.
Under the glittering starlight, Ling Xiao, feeling very tired, found it difficult to fall asleep.
He looked at Xiao Han, who was fast asleep with her head resting on his arm, and his left hand unconsciously stroked Xiao Han's cheek.
His body couldn't help but want to get closer, to wrap her tightly in his arms.
Ling Xiao, realizing this emotion, suddenly froze.
Could it be that he has really fallen for Xiao Han?
Ling Xiao quickly convinced himself of the truth.
Xiao Han is smart, kind, and has helped everyone a lot. Who here wouldn't like her?
I'm just like these people; I only get closer to her to ride on her coattails.
Ling Xiao refused to admit that he had feelings for Xiao Han, so he immediately closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.
He didn't even notice that he had hugged Xiao Han tighter and pressed his face against Xiao Han's forehead.
In her sleep, Xiao Han felt as if she were being strangled by a giant snake, and she could hardly breathe.
She struggled fiercely and punched the snake's head.
Ling Xiao was jolted awake by a punch to the chest.
Xiao Han woke up at this moment, but she was still recalling the giant snake that had wrapped around her body in her dream, and she was a little dazed for a moment.
Ling Xiao looked up at her, and the two were very close.
Xiao Han suddenly realized what was making her breathless in her sleep. She raised her hand, spread her fingers, covered Ling Xiao's face, and forcefully pulled him to the side.
No, she couldn't let him hold her while she slept tonight. Even her dreams were torture. She'd rather be cold.
By this time, the sky was already beginning to lighten, and it was time to rest no longer.
Xiao Han got up and called out to the cultivators huddled together nearby, "Fellow Daoists, it's dawn. We need to get up and continue our journey."
The morning was cool, so we had to hurry on our way.
Everyone was startled awake and scrambled to their feet.
Everyone drank some water, ate the dried meat as they walked, and continued their trek.
Croton flies high in the sky, its movements light and graceful.
Everyone hurried on in silence, not wanting to waste their breath or energy.
With no one holding us back, we walked quite fast.
As the sun gradually rises higher, the temperature begins to climb again.
The sunshade brackets that had been painstakingly made before had all been destroyed, so everyone could only cover their heads with half of their coats, just like before.
Ling Xiao walked beside Xiao Han, subconsciously using his body to shield Xiao Han from the sun.
Although the effect was not significant, the behavior was commendable, which made Xiao Han feel that the jerky and water she had given him were not wasted.
They were lucky today; around noon, they spotted some ruins.
The original appearance of the stone walls has been obscured by wind and sand.
Nobody cares about the history here; everyone just finds a shady spot against the wall, plops down, and doesn't want to move again.
Xiao Han felt she had regained some strength and was about to take out the water pouch from her sleeve to drink when she suddenly heard Ling Xiao beside her scream.
Turning his head, he saw Ling Xiao's left hand gripping his right wrist, while a small spotted snake was slithering away beside him.
Xiao Han: Could this kid have gotten bitten by a snake again?