Immortal [Dragon Sand Sea]

Chapter 8 Your Surname Is Not Zhang

Li Tuo shook his head.He thought he was exposed to too much sun, and the desert gave him some wonderful hallucinations.

But the red mole in the lens moved, and then there were those old-fashioned black-rimmed glasses.

"Song Chunshui?" He murmured.

Song Chunshui raised his eyebrows, his eyelashes resting softly on top of his glasses.

It's him.

Wu Xie was still arguing with others over there, and when she heard a strange voice, she glanced back.

Who is this - that guy Li Cu looks familiar?

When Wu Xie didn't see anything from that dead face, but the young man he was originally was much more excited.

Another dead face...

The dead face always makes Wu Xie feel kind.

Song Chunshui tightened the strap of his backpack.Seeing his old friend, he didn't show any particularly excited expression.

Calm, calm like a lake without waves.

It doesn't matter.His purpose in coming to the desert was not to meet each other.He has more important things to do, so he can't delay his journey here.

"I'm leaving." Song Chunshui said to him.After saying these three short words, he walked away.

"Song Chunshui!" Li Cuo immediately grabbed his arm.

This teenager who was kidnapped into the desert seems to have seen a lifesaver.Before he came to the desert, Wu Xie took away his mobile phone and all communication tools, and he was in a state of isolation and helplessness.

A savior... maybe he will be a savior.

When Li Cu realized that he was too noisy and had been noticed by others, no matter how much he regretted it, he couldn't get it back.

"...Then you go." The boy gritted his teeth, "Hurry up and go." He said softly.

Song Chunshui looked at him with some doubts.

"Fool."

At this moment, Song Chunshui didn't leave again, and just stood there chatting with the other party.

I'm really not very good at chatting, not only the topic is not nutritious, but also the foreword and the afterword are inconsistent.

"You—take a month off?" he asked.If it wasn't for Song Chunshui's crooked eyebrows, Li Cu really wouldn't have guessed that this was a question.The other party's tone was too flat, always making him think that Song Chunshui was stating something.

However, Li Cu did not expect that someone would ask for a month's leave for him, and it must not be his father. ... He hasn't seen his father these days, and he doesn't know how he took this leave.

It's definitely Wu Xie's fault.

"Me too." Song Chunshui said again.But compared with Li Cu and his group, his luggage is much lighter.

He wants to go to the desert alone to deal with the "dragon".

At this time Wu Xie came over, he wanted to see who this new guy was?

"Yo, your friend?" He put his arms around Li Cu's shoulders, looking like a good brother.

Li Cu only felt goosebumps all over his body, and wanted to throw the opponent's hand down.However, although the other party looked light, only Li Cu knew how much force he actually used.

You guys are so tall!

Li Cu lowered his head and said silently, "Student."

Wu Xie squeezed his shoulder.

Li Cu said again: "A former classmate."

He is now playing a 27-year-old photographer's assistant.But he didn't know anything when he was in the battle temporarily, and he didn't dress up much, so everyone could tell that he was a minor.

"Then what's your name, classmate?" Wu Xie looked harmless, while Li Cuo frowned.

Did this guy ask him to pretend to be a photographer's assistant just now?Why did he call his classmate a classmate all of a sudden?

It's too much.

Song Chunshui raised his eyes, but he didn't look at this person squarely.

Li Cu knew that when Song Chunshui looked at people, he never met that person's eyes.

At first I thought it was rude, but I got used to it later.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere." Song Chunshui said.

Wu Xie smiled bluntly, "For example?" He didn't believe that this kind of brat had ever met him, and even if he did, it could only be a coincidence.

In short, he has no impression.

Song Chunshui fell silent again.

He tilted his head, and his soft ear hair fell down.

"Painting." A word came out of his mouth, but his sentence was broken here.

Wu Xie waited patiently for him to utter his last words.

Song Chunshui shook his head at this moment, "It's not you." He said so.

"Your surname is not Zhang."

He was puzzled for a long time, and finally answered the answer.

Now it was Wu Xie's turn to turn serious.

The surname he fears the most and also the one he likes the most is Zhang.

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