Yin Rongrong looked down on those Fusang onmyoji, and she escaped the catastrophe.

But she took a fancy to Qin Mid, a pastry chef from the Eastern Roman Empire, who was a grumpy bastard.

Yin Rongrong likes this kind of blonde beast, as a pastry chef in the Eastern Roman Empire, Qin Mide's skills are average, but as a master who can pick up girls, this guy is not simple.

Yin Rongrong is a female Kaizi, and she has no resistance in front of Qin Mid.

Under Qin Mid's flickering, Yin Rongrong quickly cohabited with Qin Mid.

This deflated three always spends Yin Rongrong's money, and this bastard has mind control over Yin Rongrong.

Qin Mid constantly belittled and insulted Yin Rongrong, and even worse, he beat Yin Rongrong from time to time.

The dream came to life and he looked at it, and it turned out that those things were neatly arranged at his feet.

Ismail crouched beside him, it was Ismail's habit. The two used to play in the desert as children, and Ismail was always the first to wake up every morning and wake him up. Ismail said, "Brother, your heart seems to be heavy. ”

Ahmid nodded and said, "There is a war going on now. ”

Ahmid returned to his luggage after breakfast, the boxes unlocked. He opened the small suitcase on top and saw that the radio was in the right place. He remembered in his mind like in a movie: in the bustling and boiling city of Berlin, there was a tree-lined Tilptzfalsey Street, and there was a beautiful four-story building on the street, with a very different foyer and staircase. There is an adjoining office in the building, two secretaries outside, a desk, a sofa, a filing cabinet, a small bed, a Japanese painting on the wall, and a portrait of Franco hanging next to it; Standing on the balcony of the office, you can see the Lanwell Canal. A silver-haired, well-seasoned general with two beagles in his hands said, "Rommel wants me to send an intelligence agent into Cairo." ”

There was also a book in the box, one in English. Ahmid flipped through it casually, and then read: "Last night, I dreamed that I went to Mandri again. A stacked piece of paper slipped out of the book and fell to the floor, and Ahmid carefully picked it up and clipped it into the book. He closed the book, stuffed it into the box, and closed the box.

Ismail stood up as tall as Ahmid's shoulders. He asked, "Is the journey long?" ”

Ahmid nodded and said, "I'm from El Yajla, Libya. "The name was unfamiliar to his cousin." I came from the sea," he added.

"From the seaside?"

"Yes."

"Alone?"

"There were still a few camels on the way."

Ismail was amazed. Even nomads could not have traveled such a long way. Besides, he had never seen the sea before.

"What the hell is this for?"

"It has something to do with war."

"In order to gain a foothold in Cairo, one group of Europeans fought with another. What does this mean to people in the desert? ”

"My mother's people are at war," Ahmid said.

"A man should go with his father."

"What if he had two dads?"

Ismail shrugged his shoulders. He knew it was a difficult question to answer.

Ahmid said, lifting the box he had just opened. "Can you save it for me for a while?"

"No problem." He took the box and asked, "Who will win this war?" ”

"My mother's people, they are like nomads, arrogant, cruel, powerful. They are going to be the rulers of the world. ”

Ismail laughed, and he said, "Ahmede, you used to believe in the desert

Ahmid remembered that he had learned this lesson in school that there used to be many lions in the desert, but gradually there were only a few left. They hide in the mountains and feed on deer and wild sheep. He told the story to Ismail, who did not believe it. So the two argued, as if they were arguing about some important issue, and often argued over it. Ahmid smiled and said, "I still believe in the desert lion. ”

He still has a lot to do, he has to take a shower, get a haircut, and rub some cooling anti-inflammatory cream on the painful area. In addition, he needed a silk shirt, a gold necklace, a bottle of chilled champagne, and a woman with smooth and soft skin. But to get this, you have to wait.

When he dressed up and walked out of the tent, the nomads looked at him in amazement, as if he were a stranger. He put on his hat and carried the remaining two suitcases on his back. The two boxes are one heavy and the other light. Ismail handed him the parchment water bag with the water, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Wolf put down the box on his back, raised his hand to his shoulder, and pointed back with his thumb. "My car broke down on a desert road."

The captain nodded, believing Wolfe's explanation. She had never, or had never heard of a single European coming here from Libya through the Great Desert. He said, "I'd better look at your papers." ”

Wolf handed over the papers, and the captain checked them and lifted his head. Wolf wondered if Berlin had leaked the news that had caused the British in Egypt to hunt me down, or if they hadn't replaced my last ID here, which had long since expired, or was it ......

"You look tired, Mr. Wolff." The captain said, "How far have you come?" ”

Wolf understood that his haggard appearance aroused the sympathy of the European. "From yesterday afternoon." He said weakly, "I can't stand it."

"You've been here all night?" The captain looked carefully at Wolf's dusty face and said, "Oh my God! I'm sure you did walk overnight, and you'd better take our car. He shouted at the jeep, "Corporal, help this gentleman carry the suitcase." ”

Wolf opened his mouth to refuse, but immediately closed it again. A person who has been on foot all night should be very happy to be helped with his luggage. If they refuse, they will lose the trust of the other party, and they will wonder what is in the box. When the corporal lifted the box and put it in the back of the jeep, Wolf's heart tightened twice, because the box was not locked. How could I be so confused?7 He thought so, and knew why the box was unlocked. He hadn't changed his habit of traveling in the desert, and thought he was still in the desert. In the desert, it's hard to see a person for a week. If a man in the desert wants to steal his things, it is nothing more than a radio transmitter, and without a power source it is useless. He didn't know what to do at this time, and his fat was a mess. He wanted to see the moving sun, smell the scent of the water, estimate his journey, and see if there was a lone tree on the flat ground around him.

(End of chapter)