A slanting sun hangs in the sky, connected with the barren sand and gravel, and the sand and gravel eroded by the years stand quietly on the edge of the Gobi like a broken wall, blocking the wind blowing from Siberia.

A woman with a head full of wind and sand stood on the second floor of the Wind and Dust Inn, her beard hanging on her yellowed hair, the sun that was about to set shone golden light on her forehead, and on her earlobe, a bracelet made of agate was particularly eye-catching.

The spring breeze has not yet blown through the Yumen Pass, and the oasis like a crescent moon is the source of life of the Wind and Dust Inn.

Dozens of camels hang with a crisp bell jingling, which is the most beautiful rhythmic interaction of Yue'er Hill.

The sheep herding baby struck the air with a crackling whip, and a pair of dark eyes only stared at the leader walking in front.

The woman's name is Zhuoma, the hostess of the Wind and Dust Inn, since a sudden wind and sand took away her parents five years ago, now only the Wind Moon Inn and her younger brother Thorn Thorn Tile, who herds sheep.

In the middle of the desert, this is a wild road leading to the mysterious Kunlun Mountain.

It's dark but Yue'er Mountain, and when it's dark, you can stay at Fengyue Inn.

This is the rule of walking on this road, and it has not changed for thousands of years.

Fengyue Inn has never lacked guests, and the melodious sound of the Qiang flute can't cover the chaotic sound downstairs.

The man in the leather jacket peels a live sheep with a scimitar, and in a few minutes he will get a complete sheepskin.

The shirtless men surrounded a flat stone, the word gambling, which has been passed down for thousands of years, the one who loses the most, the louder the voice, the more he wins, and the wolf howls in his throat, and a few bright gems are thrown at the feet of the man who killed the sheep, and the sheep that has just been slaughtered belongs to the new owner.

Someone is feeding the camels, someone is brushing the horses.

There were also three or five people, a dozen or so, around the rough wooden table, drinking spirits, roasting sheep!

The Qiang flute is still blowing.

There were rough men whistling at the women on the second floor, saying some vulgar words, but they didn't make Dolma look back.

The golden sun turned into a gold-encrusted cloud, covering the top of the Wind Moon Inn!

All of a sudden, everyone stopped, staring blankly at the sky!!

"The Black Wind is Coming!!"

I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and everyone's faces changed.

The horses roared, the docile camels shook their bells restlessly, the sheep that had not yet entered the pen bleated desperately into it, and the thorn tile threw away the whip in his hand and opened the fence to let the sheep go faster.

Zhuoma, who played the Qiang flute, appeared behind Thorn Tile, pulled his arm, didn't care about the sheep at all, dragged Thorn Tile to the back of the wind and sand erosion wall, and dragged it with his hand, and a huge stone rumbled and gradually fell.

A stone is not a stone, but a door to the storm of the sand!

"Closed !!"

Dolma's sapphire eyes looked in the other three directions.

A group of rugged men had already made the same move and lowered the stone gate!!

At this moment, no one made a single sound.

The wind hasn't come yet!

However, the gold-trimmed cloud had revealed its true face, like a giant dragon hovering in the sky, black and pressed from the depths of the desert.

In the very center of the black dragon, there was a golden light shining obliquely.

Beautiful picture, like the savior falling from the sky in the movie.

However, most of the people in the Fengyue Inn showed desperate eyes!

"It's over, it's a super black dragon!!" a strong man with five big and three thick sits directly on the ground in fright.

Dolma threw the thorn tile in the crowd and ran to the sheepfold!

Thorn Tile threw his mouth full of sand and stood up nimbly, his eyes full of horror.

"Sister, come back!Sister, come back!!"

"Go back to the cellar!!I'm going to drive the sheep!!"

Dolmar snapped the tie around his waist and climbed through the fence with a brisk stride.

"Run, that woman is dead!!" a strong man in the crowd cried out in horror, turned and ran towards the inn.

In fact, all of them ran for their lives, and the threshold was broken!

"Sister !!"

Thorn Tile screamed heartbreakingly, and his arms were crossed by two big men, and he stomped into the inn.

"Sister!!"

Thorn Wa's excited voice was hoarse!

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the wind is coming!

A huge gust of wind directly blew the sound of the thorn tile away, and the wind poured into his throat, almost blowing him back to his back.

"Bang!"

The door to the inn was closed by a big man.

Another big man pulled the iron chain more than ten times thicker than the dog's chain, and several huge square stones smashed down, directly blocking the door!!

"Sister!!"

With tears in his eyes, he pulled out a Dolma knife and stabbed it at the big man who laid down the stone.

"Your sister is dead, when the black dragon comes, if she leaves the sand wall, she will definitely die!!" As soon as Dahan grasped the Zhuoma knife, blood flowed from his palms, and Dahan's eyes were also red!!

The big Han Gate in the room, sit down in unison, praying to God!!

"Ahhh

The young Thorn Wah wields a Zhuoma knife, he once lost his parents, and now he is about to lose his sister!

He wants to kill all the sheep!

Then his sister won't jump out of the wall!

An old camel man with a weathered face took advantage of the thorn tile's inattention and snatched the Zhuo Ma knife, and the others followed, firmly chaining the thorn tile.

Not only the thorn tiles, but also the others found ropes and tied them to their waists, and at the other end, there were prison pillars that were deeply embedded in the primordial rock!

"The old man and the child go down to the cellar and drag this baby down!" Another big man waved his horizontal arm and pointed to the thorn tile, "If you have the strength, come over to Lao Tzu, and plug the things that can be blocked by Lao Tzu!"

People who didn't know each other stepped forward one after another, and took out the big stones piled up in the inn piece by piece, and cut them into a two-sided diagonal ladder wall.

The strong men of the Western Regions, whose labor is excellent, are obviously strangers, and at this moment they have become extremely tacit, and the stones are one after another, and soon a thick wall of more than one meter high will be piled up!

"Move the water down!!"

Someone yelled, and before anyone could act, suddenly there was a long howl of wind outside!

As far as the eye can see, there is a yellow and misty world, a dark and dull piece, the sky has a sand rain, the gust of wind, it directly destroys the giant tree with a flag hanging outside the wind and dust inn, the broken wood hits the stone corner, slightly stuck, and then turns into countless debris, flying into the sky hundreds of zhang high.

At this time, the voice of Sister Tingwa was no longer audible!

In the outside world, the wind roared and the tornado raged was not a cyclone, but two cyclones colliding together, like two fighting dragons.

Everywhere you go, the mountains destroy the Gobi and move!

The power of nature is terrifying!

Dolma finally put the three arm-thick chains on the sheepfold into the buckle.

As the only supply station in the hundreds of miles of the house, Zhuoma has a wealth of experience in fighting against Tianwei, and the depths of the sheepfold are transformed from a natural rock cave, just like the Wind and Dust Inn, relying on the hard stone wall under the broken cliff.

(End of chapter)