Since it is a contradiction between the remnants of Xiqi and the monks of Nanding, it is inconvenient to ask if it is really small.

"Really?"

Hearing this, the eyes of Shui Zhongdi suddenly burned with resentment.

"Come on, take the distinguished guests to the Pavilion to rest!"

Although he couldn't stand up, there was a hint of bloodlust in his low roar!

"At the same time, clear these Nanding scum to the temple! Don't they like temples and hedrons? Then let them catch enough at once! ”

Temple?

Xiao Congee looked up at the strange-looking old building standing aside, I don't know why...... There is a feeling of weakness.

This thing.

It's so familiar.

Everyone's focus is different, Xiao Porridge Porridge cares about the temple, while Ryusui cares about rest.

Still concerned if we're tired? Want to be treated as a guest?

This feels really good!

Don't bother, though.

Ryuho smiled and waved his hand.

"Untie the ropes from the hands of these people, and the wounded...... Come on, come on, come to me and bandage them. ”

Sitting on a protruding rock, Liusui stretched out the crowd to help him.

Seeing such a scene, the high priest did not shout anymore, and he looked down suspiciously to wipe the green ointment on his body, and found that his burned skin was no longer so stinging.

What's going on here?

In the past few years, they have been invaded by the monks of the two realms, how have they ever seen such a cultivator outside the realm who has no desire to ask for it, and in turn has extended a helping hand to them?

The division of labor is clear.

Ryusui, Wang Huan, Asaxia, and Tan Feng were left in front of the temple to continue to treat the wounded.

And Zhen Xiaoxiao, Xiao Congee, Shen Tu Weiran, Yang Yan, Jin Bai and Chenguang were welcomed into the Pavilion by enthusiastic people.

From enemies to guests, roles change very quickly.

Although the people of Xiqi, who have regained their freedom, still have vigilance and distrust in their eyes, they are still more willing to believe that they are really small and not bad people.

The Hama Pavilion is a small pavilion built on the edge of the central lake of the oasis. The wood is used as the beam, and the layers of green leaves are used as the roof.

Although it is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Yang Yan, it is definitely quite a luxury for Xiqi, which is severely desertified.

Small, shriveled fruits were brought in one by one, as well as freshly baked pastries.

In this extremely harsh desert continent, the sincerity of the host's hospitality is demonstrated.

Xiao Congee Congee didn't have any interest in these foods, she took out the dried dried fish from her pocket and put it in her mouth, only really small, pinched a piece of bread and tasted it, the choking taste of the chaff, which suddenly made her full of confidence, convinced that she was definitely not the worst cook in the world!

Shui Zhongdi, who was asked by Liusui to bandage the medicine and make the stent, has not yet arrived.

Shen Tu was silent, he knew that through the mouths of these oasis people, Zhen Xiaoxiao could understand the current situation in Xiqi as quickly as possible, so it was not a waste of time to stay here.

But it's so small to name him Zombie Face......

Is my face stiff? Is my face stiff?

With a slight disbelief in his heart, Shen Tu Wei tried to squeeze out some expressions, so everyone saw a grinning man, trying to make himself ugly.

Taking this opportunity, the morning light attached to Zhen Xiaoxiao's ears and whispered: "I think we need some cover when we walk in Xiqi, such as the identity of the Nanding team, which can be borrowed." ”