End Times Dust Light

It feels bad to be stared at. I don’t know why Wendona and the others are entangled in this matter. They are just passers-by. They are already very low-key, but they still don’t let them go. Do they really want to force them? Do you leave early?

  The rain is still falling, it has been all night, and there is no sign of stopping. It seems that today’s trials cannot be held as scheduled.

  The air in the rain is very fresh. On the unpolluted grassland, the air looks at the fragrance of the grass. Without the noise of Chen Xu, the whistle, or loud shouts, only the sound of war horses chewing in the trough, everything seemed so calm and serene.

  It feels like returning to the mountain village, the same green, the same air, which makes every pore unfolded.

  The raindrops hit the stables and gathered into a silver-white silk thread and fell down, forming a huge rain curtain hung at the door of the stables, walked out of the stables, took a deep breath of fresh air, and exhaled the muddy gas in the body.

"How is Zhuoma?" Lu Ziming hesitated, feeling that he and Zhuoma were walking too close, causing Wendona to misunderstand. What happened last night may be both a temptation and a warning. "Let's take a look first. Say it again".

  He wandered around in the camp and found that he seemed to have nothing to do. On rainy days, everyone in the camp was hiding in tents and didn’t know what to do. The surroundings were deserted and there was no half-person, so everything stopped.

  I walked to the middle of the camp without knowing it, and suddenly thought, why should I be careful? The more you do this, the more doubtful you will be. It is better to be upright and do what you want to do, go your own way, and let others talk about it.

  "Did I remember wrong again?" Standing next to a pile of burnt ruins, he felt like he was sleepwalking. Everything became unreal. The tent yesterday disappeared, leaving only a pile of ruins. It was like this last night, and it's like this again. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?

  He grabbed a kid who was fetching water, pointed to the ruins and said, “Isn’t there a tent here yesterday? Why did it disappear?”

The child blinked his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, as if observing the legendary alien. He said a lot of things he didn't understand, and made exaggerated gestures, as if he was about to tell him something in a hurry. Obviously These are all in vain.

   "It doesn't matter, ask someone to ask?"

  The poorer, the more generous, the richer, the more stingy. This sentence is actually not all wrong. The richer is afraid of others stealing it. Lu Ziming poked his head into a tent, and immediately attracted a burst of flying dogs jumping over the wall. For fear of the thief, the male owner grabbed a knife and rushed out to prepare to meet Lu Zi amidst the exclamation of his wife. Ming desperately.

  "Stop! I'm crossing the road", in order to show his innocence, he raised his hand to surrender to the male host.

   "You are a Han Chinese!"

Depend on! Why does every Mongolian say this when he sees himself? Doesn’t it mean that the fifty-six ethnic groups belong to one family? Why doesn't it feel like being at home?

In order to show respect for his master, and at the same time to transfer his own reckless behavior, he even shook hands with the male master: "Yes, I just want to ask, how did the tent next to you become ruins? I was here yesterday. , Did you move again".

  He knows that herdsmen like to move around, but this speed is still a bit faster, and it is difficult to accept it at the moment.

   "You mean the family that just moved in yesterday, hi!" The male host said with a weird expression: "I was struck by lightning!"

   Struck by lightning! The host's thinking is too leap, he obviously didn't keep up, "What is struck by lightning!"

   "You have committed sins! I don't know if it made Changshengtian angry. Isn't it good to stay in the back camp? No, it was struck by lightning..."

  What kind of mess, there are only a few people struck by lightning in the whole world a year, how can there be such a coincidence? "Uncle, what is going on, where is their family now?"

The host is obviously very excited. It is difficult to know if he is afraid or excited. After talking for a long time, Lu Ziming can understand a little bit. The male host is also not clear about the specific things. Things are very disdainful. They think that they should have the consciousness of the people, and shouldn't be squeezed into the upper class. Isn't something wrong?

  Although he didn't know what the man was thinking, the matter was settled. Zhuoma's family was in trouble, and Wendona took Zhuoma's family away.

  Next, Lu Ziming found that his situation had become embarrassing, and he finally cultivated a Zhuo Ma, and in a blink of an eye he didn't know his life or death. What's more terrible is that the relationship between himself and Wendona is still entangled. The more he didn't want to have any dealings with Wendona and the others, but the more things came to him, what should he do?

  Go to Dolma? I'll definitely meet Wendonna and the others. It's too late to hide now. Isn't this going to the door by myself?

  Lu Ziming gritted his teeth: "No matter what, let's go and see Zhuo Ma first. How can I say that the two are also Anda, not mercilessly."

  Wendona and the others’ residence is not difficult to find. There are four tents connected together not far from the Taiji tent. There are not many such tents in the camp.

Lu Ziming found that his appearance seemed to be expected by them, and he didn’t even ask. He was taken directly into a small tent. There were two people in it. One was Zhuoma’s mother and the other was a returnee. Dolma in a coma.

  Looking at Zhuoma who was a little dark on the ground, he asked a question that was not a problem: "How is he now?"

  "Can't you watch it for yourself?"

  I’m not a doctor, can you tell? It doesn't seem to be dead yet, don't think about it, if it's dead, it won't be placed here. Touching Zhuoma's forehead, it was a bit hot and breathing, but it was very weak, there was a heartbeat, a pulse, at least the necessary vital signs were still there, Lu Ziming could be sure of this.

   But what can we do? The way he is now, he is completely indulgent, there is no doctor, no potion, and he doesn't even know if he can survive at least. It is similar to doing human experiments, a bit cruel, but helpless.

Lu Ziming often sees this situation in Yangjiaji. It is clear that the wounded leg can be saved, but no one can do it. In the end, a pig killer saw the wounded leg. This is the end times, the cruel reality. .

   "You don't want to say something?"

   "Damn! What can I say at this time, is her brain flooded?" Lu Ziming raised his head and glanced at Wendona who was standing next to him. This woman looked at herself condescendingly, trying to put pressure on herself?

  "Do you have no medicines or doctors? He is a capable person, so you treat him like this. Didn't your herdsmen say that you are honest, straightforward, and kind? Why I haven't seen it at all now," he said unceremoniously.