Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty - Chapter 802

Li Xin didn’t pay much attention to Tang Jian’s position, so it took a long time to find out that he had planned the wrong place. In the end, the three palace guards got out of the ground by themselves, and dragged Tang Jian, who had passed out, from the sand.

The survival of the three guards was obviously not going well. As soon as he got out of the ground, he lay down on the sand in a big font, panting heavily, like three dead dogs. And they were almost motionless, only Tang Jian whose breath was fluctuating, let alone a dead dog.

Li Xin bitterly threw down the sand he had planed for a long time, walked to a few people and asked, “Are you okay?”

“It’s okay.” The guard was too exhausted, so naturally he couldn’t care about etiquette.

Li Xin stood up, looked around, couldn’t help feeling a very strong sense of fortune in his heart. In any case, the two carriages that ran out of the chaotic army are still breathing hard. This is something so lucky that people can’t help but wonder.

This is a natural disaster-level sandstorm.

If there weren’t just such a few big rocks that could provide shelter on the way forward, Li Xin really couldn’t imagine what the outcome of his own group would be.

On the other side, Runniang, who had been digging around the stone, finally found what she wanted most.

water.

The sheepskin water sac, which is one foot long, has a bulging sac filled with water. After shaking it, you can even feel the liquid oscillating inside.

Because the prince said to bring enough water, Runniang kept carrying this water bag, and she couldn’t bear to drop it no matter how hard she was.

Runniang holding the kettle, climbed up from the sandpit, trot to Li Xin’s side, holding the kettle with her hands like offering treasures to Li Xin’s eyes, and said, “Master, this is our water.”

Li was shocked in confidence, took the water sac from Runniang’s hand, and then saw her bruised hands.

What the sandstorm leaves behind is not the kind of fine sand on the beach, but coarse sand mixed with various sharp crystals. Runniang’s delicate hands were cut with countless small holes. Some holes are even embedded with sand, which looks very distressing.

“Good job.” Li Xin touched Runniang’s head, and clenched the precious water sac in his hand.

Runniang smiled.

Tang Jian was lying on the ground and never recovered. The three guards stepped forward to pinch and press on the chest again. After a long time tossing, he gradually reacted and slowly opened his eyes.

“Where am I?”

He asked feebly.

Seeing this elder woke up safely, Li Xin heaved a sigh of relief and smiled: “I don’t know either.”

Tang Jian sat up slowly, looked at his hands, fiddled with his hair and cleaned the sand, and asked: “Am I still alive? Are we all alive or dead?”

“All alive.” Dou Liang smiled first, then shrugged and said, “But it’s not far from death.”

Tang Jian was stunned for a moment, and glanced in all directions.

They are all the same vast Gobi, and even a few weeds are hard to see.

He understood what Dou Liang meant.

Li Xin touched the kettle he was carrying, and his mood gradually turned from the joy of escaping from death to despair.

Being lost on the Gobi Desert lacking water sources… To be reasonable, Dou Liang said nothing wrong. All of them are still alive temporarily. Actually, it’s not far from death.

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