Chapter 115

It's clear that the shoes are here just to play a trick and tell them they're not going the wrong way.

The water shadow looked very seriously, and even raised his feet: "it's similar to what I wear. It's size 37. The shoes are made by hand, but the flowers on the upper are embroidered by machine, and the sole is a thousand layers. Judging from the smell in the shoes, it was still worn about five hours ago... "

After seeing the water shadow put the smelly shoe under his small nose, Fang Yuan couldn't help but say, "if you lick it with your tongue and taste it, you may be able to tell how much salt there will be in the sweat of the person wearing it from the sweat left in it, and then analyze its owner's DNA according to this point."

The water shadow raised his hand, smashed his shoes around, and shouted discontentedly, "how can you talk?"

Fang Yuan raised his foot and kicked the shoe out.

Maybe he thought he was too mean. Fang Yuan smiled and said, "well, I'm afraid you're smoked down by that smelly shoe. Who knows if there's toxic gas in it?"

"Shit, you just deliberately satirize me when I can't see it?"

When the water shadow scolded, his face suddenly changed. He stumbled at his feet and fell obliquely under the sand dune.

Sleeping trough, can't I be right?

Fang Yuan was stunned. He didn't even think about it. He hurried over with an arrow step and held her in his arms before the water shadow fell.

Holding the soft little waist, he suddenly turned around, unloaded the strength of the water shadow falling down, looked down at her -- almost in the blink of an eye, the pretty face of the water shadow was as red as blood, his eyes were closed, his body trembled like chaff, and his teeth made a clattering collision sound.

The sudden symptoms of water shadow are obviously poisoned.

It's hairy.

He has traveled all over the world for so many years. Because of his professional relationship, he is also a third rate poison expert, but he has never heard of any kind of poison gas that can be so powerful that it can be poisoned immediately if people smell it.

Maybe it's not the poison gas, but the shoes themselves are smeared with some kind of severe poison. When the sweating water shadow is held in his hand, he has been poisoned.

Whether it's poison gas or poison powder, it's all about that shoe.

"Hey, how are you? Hold on, hold on! "

Fang Yuan patted the water shadow's face. When she didn't respond, she quickly put her flat on the ground and took off the backpack on her shoulder.

In the backpack, of course, there are necessary drugs for treating snake bites, fever and diarrhea, and even serum, but these don't seem to be useful.

"Grass, what should I do?"

Fang Yuan knelt on the sand and flipped his hands in his backpack, but he couldn't find the right medicine. He could only take out a bottle of mineral water: maybe it would work to spray water on her face?

She quickly unscrewed the lid, took a big drink, half turned her right knee, and turned to face the water shadow. When she was about to spray it on her face, her eyes coagulated, there was a buzz in her head, and she swallowed the water in her mouth.

Just when he was anxious to find a "life-saving elixir", the water shadow's face had returned to normal -- the so-called normal was that it was no longer as red as a drop of blood, but gray.

Gray, that's the face of the dead.

Just now, her eyes were closed and her teeth trembled. Now the chatter stopped. The frown when she closed her eyes was naturally loosened, but she didn't move and couldn't see the slightest breath.

In such a short time, she first

Fang Yuan swallowed and spit hard and slowly stretched out his right hand.

He could see that his outstretched right hand was shaking.

In fact, his whole body was shaking: half a minute ago, a beautiful woman was still there coquettish and whining, but now she suddenly lost her life signs. No matter who encountered this kind of thing, there would be a fear from the heart.

The round fingers were slowly placed under the small nose with beautiful water shadow.

No breathing.

"Water, water, water --"

After a few seconds, Fang Yuan raised his hand and patted her face again, as if this action could wake her up.

The water shadow still has no reaction.

The wind blew her soft hair and covered her face.

Her hair was dark and her face was pale. It looked so cold in black and white.

She just died?

Fang Yuan sat beside the shadow of the water and looked blankly at the sand dunes in the distance. It seemed that there would be a monster he had never seen before, and suddenly appeared in his sight.

It also seems that in the next moment, there will be laughter, or sigh.

Xia Xiaoyun heard a sigh.

The most unforgettable voice is definitely the mother's voice. No matter what kind of environment she is awake or half unconscious like Xia Xiaoyun, she will not be mistaken.

From the dawn of the morning to the west of the sun, Xia Xiaoyun has followed the woman wearing a pair of embroidered shoes for more than ten hours.

In such a long time, she never caught up with the woman and was not dumped.

She wanted to escape, and just after she fled to a big sand dune, she rolled down from the top.

It's a big dune with a slope of 200 meters.

When people roll down a slope, they are much faster than walking, even though the sand is very hot.

In the process of rolling down, Xia Xiaoyun saw herself rolling over a rattlesnake -- the rolling speed was so fast that even the rattlesnake had no time to attack her, so she rolled away with dust and smoke.

After the body stopped rolling, Xia Xiaoyun immediately got up and ran, ignoring the pain all over her body and her disheveled clothes.

With all her strength, she ran for hundreds of meters before she lay exhausted on the sand.

The sand is really hot. She can feel that the whole desert is like a red iron pot. She is like an ant. She can't stay in a fixed place for even one second.

Xia Xiaoyun raised her head -- heart, she died.

The woman, 50 meters in front of her, was wearing a long white dress and a pair of blood red embroidered shoes, alternating up and down and moving forward slowly.

Haunted, tarsal maggot.

Xia Xiaoyun finally gave up the indifferent struggle and slowly got up and went to a woman.

The woman walked in front and she followed. She just walked forward and didn't know where to go.