Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty - Chapter 799

“What’s the matter?” Li Xin exclaimed subconsciously, poking out his head to check the situation.

After a while…

“I do it!”

At the moment when he saw the sight in front of him clearly, Li Xin uttered the exact same curse as Dou Liang. To some extent, swear words may also be an instinct deeply embedded in human genes.

Dou Liang drove the carriage, and even forgot to control the direction of advancement, so he could only let the horses keep running forward. In a sense, the front is actually more dangerous than the back. He was still looking as usual in the face of the chaos just now, but now his face was pale and unattractive.

Although the sky nearby still showed a gentle sapphire blue, in the distance, the riots brewing could be vaguely seen there, and the air with increasing velocity in the ears was like the breath of nature on the verge of rampaging.

Li Xin’s lips trembled, and he murmured, “Sandstorm…”

That’s right, the black that keeps surging up like a tide in the distance is the legendary sandstorm.

Li Xin had encountered several sandstorms in Beijing in his previous life, and the sand was fascinated by the eyes and could not see anything. When I went out, my mouth and nose were full of sand when I returned home, which was very uncomfortable. He has always felt that sandstorms are a “trouble”, not a “disaster”.

It wasn’t until a few seconds ago that his eyes saw the real sandstorm for the first time that the wrong impression in his mind really turned into dust.

What kind of sandstorm is the sandstorm in Beijing? It can only be regarded as a blast of wind and sand.

In a real sandstorm, even if it is still a few kilometers away, you can feel the terrifying energy contained in it. The violent air currents engulfed sand, gravel, and even stones, swept into the air, obscured the sky, and then rushed desperately. Wherever he went, life was utterly overwhelmed.

This is a large-scale alive burial done by God himself. Yes, buried alive.

No matter whether it is a man or a horse, they can’t run through the wind, so they can’t run through the sand brought by the wind. After the sandstorm passes, a lot of sand settles down, isn’t it just buried alive?

“What do you think? Can we still run?” Dou Liang looked back at Li Xin and smiled helplessly.

An assassin is still an assassin, and his psychological quality is more than that of ordinary people. Encountering a sandstorm is no less than the Taishan collapse, but he quickly recovered his calm after a brief collapse, although it was just a desperate calm.

Li Xin gritted his teeth and said: “You can’t look back anyway. Looking back must be dead. Go ahead and try to find some kind of shelter to hide.” After leaving this sentence, he returned to the car and pulled it tightly. Runniang’s hand.

In a while, they will experience the baptism of sandstorms, and the most feared thing is to go away. If a child like Runniang is alone, she probably won’t have any chance of surviving.

Runniang glanced at her prince nervously, and began to feel intense fear in her heart. Because the prince’s expression is too horrible. She had never seen such an expression on the face of the prince. This was the first time.

Behind the carriages of Li Xin and Tang Jian, dozens of Turkic riders rushed forward, screaming and roaring, as if they would not give up unless the envoy of the Tang Dynasty in front was killed. However, some of them soon noticed When the sandstorm was brewing in the distance, he quickly strangled the horse’s head, tried to stop the horse, and at the same time warned the surrounding companions.

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